An: this is my first fan fiction for this gene; I only ask that if you want to criticize me, or post your opinions then please do it behind a reasonable line. Please don't take it to the point of criticize me personally based on my writing or my lack of grammar skills. My plot line does not fallow that of the books. Instead of vampires and vampire hybrids, I changed it to Lycans and the myths that surround them.
I don't own Vampire Academy…wish I did. but then again if wishing got me anything I would have my own Dimitri lol!
When anger clouds all judgment,
The purest of beasts is release
When sadness takes root,
The need for revenge takes control.
When hate consumes,
The streets will run red with blood.
There is no running.
There is only, the beast within.
Waiting for the moment when its release.
the face of the enemy frightens me only when i see how much it resembles mine-stanislaw lec
Chapter one- awakening the beast
1675 Romania
The smell of decay and burning flesh swirled in the velvet blackness of night. Blood coated bodies lay scatter around the huddling form of a child. The crying boy glowed white as Silver lightening flash, in the sky, His small shoulders shaking with ever sobbing breaths of fright air. Crystal-like tears pour with vengeances from golden brown eyes, down chubby cheeks. Red flames licked and burned through the forest's density, surrounding the boy. Smoke danced as leaves and bushes went up in the fiery red.
Gut reneging sobs filled the smoky night as the boy's small form clawed his way through the gore and puddles of blood, towards a corpse. "MOMMY" he screamed despite the loud sonic booms of thunder.
"Mommy wake up! MOMMY!" The boy clutched the woman's blood stained dress in his tiny fist and shocked the body. "Please" the blonde haired women head rolled to the side. Open eyes stared back with will dull gray, there was no light...no laughter….no life left in those eyes. The boy's shoulders shaking with the sobs that threatens to overcome him. His head slump forward to rest on his dead mother's stomach, fresh wet blood seeped from a gash hidden under the stained red fabric leaving a red smear across his forehead.
"Mommy….don't leave me"
His Pitiful whispers went unheard as raindrops fell sparking the ground in a wet down pour. The roaring fires that lay claim to the forest were tamed by the rain drops. Yet the blacken ash still remain a reminder of the anger that set the fire ablaze. After what seems like hours the boy's sobs fell away as shock finally settle in. numbing the increasing pain, while coldness washed over his veins. The thoughts of the bodies that lay scattered around being the remains of his family were almost too much to think about. However the bodies were evidence of a cold, harsh truth that lay hidden under layers of shock. His parents were gone…his warm, loving family disappeared…and he was alone.
Behind the boy's eyes a Varity of horror-filled scenes flash like a movie, forcing the truth into full view almost like he was reliving his parent's death. The father screams and the groans of pain, while he laid on the edge of a forest bleeding. The horrifying laughter of the cruel men echoing through the boy's child like mind, His mothers screaming burning a hole deep in his heart. Even after the death of his mother he could still feel those drops of tears that fell against his neck as she shielded him from the beating his father was given. A silenced despair of self-loathing wash over him like a tidal wave, the boy wasn't strong enough to save them. He could do nothing as they beat his father over and over again, until his once strong willed father was nothing more than a stained puddle of bloody pulp.
However even though the killers were among the remains along with his family, it didn't give the boy peace of mind. Those killers had managed to take from him something that will never be given to him now…..a family.
Pictures and fragment of the boy seemed to blur together in a hazy memory of bright colored images of a movie. That was being replayed all over again so that the boy could witness the blood and the gore all over again. Theses spiteful images dance behind his eye's lids. Images of a blazing torch falling setting flames that lick and burn everything in its path…..his father manage body included. As long as the boy lived he would never forget the suffocating sounds his father made. The man was so beaten and bloody that he hadn't the strength to scream as he burned to death.
The boy's mother slumped forward stricken with the sight before her, the man she loved reduce to nothing more then burned flesh and chard bones. This was so surreal to her yet at the same time she couldn't help but feel that coldness of reality seep in. matter of minutes her live was derailed from the world she knew, and now there was no saving her husband….no saving herself either. She simply wanted to give up right then and there, give up let these's bastards win and just bow out grateful enough to meet her bitter demise with a smile on her face. She knew her life was going to end tonight, in fact at this moment she welcome death, however it was the trembling form of her traumatized son that brought back reality.
The boy needed to come first in his mother's, and he would. She may not be able to save herself tonight but she was damn sure her boy would. Their capturers stood around the fire with smirks of delight. Sick bastards, all three of them were monsters with their long dirty ragged clothes spotted with blood and food stains, dark eyes that showed delight in the violence they were inflicting. Two of the bastards where passing around a bottle of reddish brown liquid having a merry time watching the fire racing towards the towing oak trees next to the dirt path. The third stood behind the boy and her spiting his time between keeping watch and laughing with the other assholes. To have any hope of saving the child she would have to find a way to distract the men giving the boy time to run for safety. The mother ran her hand across the ground hoping to find a stick or something to fight the brutes off; her finger tips touched a rough surface. A rock! She closed her fingers over the medium size rock, crushing it in to her palm.
The leader of the bandits, turned toward her and her son, a beginnings of smirk darkening his features. She tightens her grip on the rock and pushed the boy closer into her side. "Now boys I believe it time we have some fun, whata ya'll say?" at the nods of the other two, the leader yanked the mother to her feet by her hair. A gasp of pain sounded as they drugged her way from the boy. This was her chance, her only chance. She summoned all of her strength as she swung the rock up, crushing it against the side of the man's nose.
The man howled in pain as he dropped her to the ground to clutch his nose with both of his hands. "Ugh, bitch!" Wasting no time the women swung again hitting one of his lackeys in the head while screaming for the boy to run "Dimitri run! NOW!" picking himself off the ground the boy ran for the cover of the oak trees. However he didn't get very far, the third man had grasped the boy by his arm, yanking him to the ground. His mother hadn't fared any better the two men had tackled his mother to the floor, pushing her head in to the ground.
"Now bitch, we could have done this the easy way, But now your son is going to have to watch us kill you." The leader spat with venom. He didn't take to kindly to having his nose broken by a rock. The leader once again yanked the boy's mother by her hair and pulled out a sliver blade before thrusting the flash metal into his mother stomach then twisting it in slow circles. His mother gasped as blood slurred from her mouth and dripped form the wound. That was IT!
The boy had enough; he couldn't take it any longer. Something deep inside of him just snapped. Anger and pain pulsed to life, as something sinister awoke. Power rippled and burned his small body feeding his mind with the need of flesh and revenge. Anger rolled off the boy in red like waves, the animal inside of him screamed and howled in hunger as it slammed in its caged; it wanted out! This beast within thirst for one thing, it hungered for the beating hearts of his parent's killers. It wanted-No needed-to see the looks of horror as his tiny fist tore into the thin layer of flesh separating him from his prize. The beast and the boy wanted to rip those useless organs out, to feel that bitter sweet laughter bubble up as scared glossy eyes stared up at his small body while he crushed their hearts.
His mother was thrown to the ground, bubble of blood spread around her. She held her stomach, tears crush into the surface of sliver eyes, her poor boy. He unleashed his animal side and was being taken over by it, this wasn't what she wanted! She could have screamed at the unfairness of it all, but she was in too much pain. The air cracked and silzed around the boy's trembling body. Sparks of power burned through the body, like little expositions, the power got so intense that standing became near impossible.
The sense of smell and hearing seemed to increase. The sounds of falling trees and the cracking of the fire roared in his ears the smell of burning flesh and tree bark caked the inside of his nose. The brilliant flashes of white-blue lighten seemed to deem until they were nothing more than dull grays and smoky blacks. The world spun around him, almost like it was thrown off its axis, to weak from the weird sensations running through him and to dizzy to understand what was happening. The boy fell hard against the muddy ground. The cruel men surrounding his mother seemly went on torturing her to care to know what was happening to him. Agonizing pain rocked through him shaking him from the inside out. The boy's olive tan skin started to pull tight, it pulled so tight that it soon the tan skin stretch tin. The thin like skin tore off like sloppy masses of paper. The stretched skin fell to the ground with the tater remains of his clothes making a spongy substance.
Loud popping sounds ranged out, demanding silence. His body was tossed in awkward angles as every bone in his body brooked and reformed. His jaw bones unhinged from their socked then stretched out to form a muzzle. Sharp like canines flashed under bloody lips. The boy's body continues to shift into that of a beast. Thick, black fur grew from bleeding muscles. The three bastards that had killed his family were frozen with shock; they had just watch a small boy body disappeared in front of them in to something like a wolf. The wolf's intelligent golden brown eyes stared at the pitiful men with a glaring hatred! Its lips were pulled tight against a deadly white teeth, drool dripped like acid. Dry growls emitted form its throat as it sprinted towards its meal, its prize. Before the night was over there would be more bodies to litter the ground.
Screams echoed before everything went silent!
An: ok finally done! Please review!