The Wolf's Side of the Story

Firs Trust

The screams started again from the room upstairs. It was a male's scream this time. In this house, there is always screaming. They were always from the new vampires being burned, or a new vampire being changed. This scream was from someone being changed. I heard his heart start to fly. Like a helicopter. Someone else was finishing their change. Their change to this wretched world. There was nothing but cold killing here. I hated it. I was in a house with 18 other vampires. They all wanted to kill you. I had to keep a low profile or die.

A deep, hollow thud sounded. The change was complete. Another heart had stopped beating. Another person that would want to kill me. And, another person to hide from.

I heard Riley's footsteps go up to the room with the new bloodthirsty monster. Once Riley started explain everything to this new one, I tuned him out.

I was sitting behind the couch. It was one of the safest places to be. If you were off by yourself, someone would find you and kill you. If you were with everyone else, they would kill you. So, behind the couch was the safest place to be for the moment.

I heard the new one's footsteps followed by Riley's. "This is where you stay. At night, you will hunt." I overheard Riley telling the new monster. I wasn't one for name calling. But, I knew I was a monster too. Anything that killed a species it used to be was terrible. I hated myself for killing people every day. On my third hunt, I killed my sister on accident. I killed my sister.

I felt the new male coming into the room. My head snapped instinctually to the door where he would enter. The door handle turned and opened slowly. A man came through followed by Riley. At first, I didn't notice Riley. Riley was inconsequential compared to the most beautiful man I had ever seen. The new monster was beautiful. He had short blonde hair and his face was angular and sharp. His lips had the perfect double curve and his eyes were a beautiful crimson red.

Riley looked around the room for more ash piles. He smiled when he realized that there were none and left. Not a big smile, just a smile that meant he wouldn't rip anyone's arms off today.

Once Riley left, the new one looked extremely lost. His face was so shocked and full of horror that it was almost funny. He sat by the door. The door. That was a terrible place. You only sat there if you wanted to talk to someone. Talking was bad. If you got someone even a little annoyed, you might as well already be ash. I slowly shook my head staring at him. His head snapped toward me. His eyes were wide and shocked. Our eyes locked together. It seemed that I could see forever through his beautiful crimson eyes. They reminded me of roses. The new one walked over to me. I wasn't used to being approached. I scooted on my bottom toward the edge of the couch farthest from the door and where he was walking nearer.

"I'm Andrew." He said quietly. I was shocked by the lack of hostility in his voice. I hadn't met one person in here that could speak without killing someone at the end. I took an unnecessary deep breath.

"I am Katarina." I introduced myself quietly. He smiled.

"That was my sisters' name. She had Brown hair like yours too."His smile slowly crept away from his face. "I can never see her again though." He whispered sadly. I looked at him. I wanted to comfort him, but I had no idea how.

In this house, for putting your arms around someone, you could die. They would think you were trying to kill them. In this life, hugs were a no. Putting your hand on someone's shoulder meant you wanted to rip it off. There was no way to show affection or comfort someone in this life.

"Do you know anyone else here?" he asked me. I didn't know how to answer. I knew a few people's names and that was it.

"I only know about four people's names. Here, it is better to stay 'under the radar', if you know what I mean." I told him. He nodded. "The one who led you in, his name is Riley. Riley Biers. He is in charge of us." I told Andrew.

"So he changed me?" He asked. I shook my head.

"No. Riley is more like our 'babysitter'." I said in a whisper. Andrew laughed. If anyone hears that, they would tell Riley. If Riley got to me, I would be ashes in less than 2 seconds.

"So, there is also 'Freaky Fred'." I nodded my head in Fred's direction. Everyone was repulsed by him.

"Why do you call him 'Freaky Fred'?" Andrew asked. I thought I would let him figure it out on his own.

"Walk up to him." I suggested. He looked at me, and then walked towards Fred. Once Andrew was in front of Fred, Andrew ran back to me, grimacing. I tensed out of habit.

Andrew put his hand on my shoulder trying to make me relax. It had the opposite affect. I twisted out of his grip and crouched low to the floor. I quietly growled. Andrew looked hurt. His hand was hanging awkwardly where my shoulder used to be. "I'm sorry. I am so new to everything happening here that I didn't know that was wrong. I won't do it again. I promise." Andrew whispered.

I took a deep breath and sat next to Andrew again. "No, I should apologize. I overreacted. But here, no one physically touches you. If they do, chances are, you are about to die." I told him.

Andrew looked at me fiercely and looked into my eyes. "I will never hurt you." He said seriously. I couldn't help but stare back at him. His beautiful, crimson eyes held me. It was like I was being held prisoner to him from my own free will. I didn't want to be set free. In the back of my mind, I knew it was dangerous to have a friend, none the less be in a relationship. If someone killed my friend, I would get defensive and die soon after.

When I finally broke free of his gorgeous red eyes, I spoke.

"Do you want to hear the two other names?" I asked him. He nodded. "Over there, behind Fred's couch, is Bree Tanner. I don't know her very well, but she sneaks out with Diego a lot nowadays. I overhear some of their conversations when I get too bored. Bree keeps to herself a lot. I have a feeling that she doesn't want to be noticed either." I told Andrew.

"Why don't you and Bree become friends?" He asked me. "You seem to have a lot in common."

"Because, both of us also loath attention from others. Plus, she and Diego sneak out a lot. I never sneak away." I explained to him.

"Who's Diego?" Andrew asked. He almost sounded, jealous?

"Diego is Riley's right hand man, I suppose you could say. He always cleans up after his kills and is always on time with his hunting parties. He's a little suck-up." I told Andrew. Diego was not my favorite person. I didn't know why though. Maybe I just hated the way he thought he was more superior to me.

"He sounds boring." Andrew complained.

"I have to tell you, Andrew, I gave you a bad example. You mustn't speak your opinions to the others. They will toss you to Riley, or kill you themselves." I told him. He nodded, but looked calm enough.

"I want to talk to you freely. Can we go somewhere else?" He asked me. I nodded.

We rose to our feet and left the room casually. It was midnight and the sun wasn't out. For that, I was happy. The sun killed us. Burned us to ashes. Andrew led me to an abandoned house about 23 miles away from the house.

I sat on the porch swing. When I was a little human, I used to imagine myself on a porch swing like this one with my baby in my arms. I shook that thought from my head as Andrew sat beside me.

"Can I give you a hug?" he asked me. I almost laughed. Almost. I was supposed to be scared or defensive. If anyone asked for a hug, they could easily just crush me into two pieces instead. But I smiled and nodded. I haven't had a hug in 10 and a half months.

Andrew gently put his arms around me. For a moment, I hesitated. This gesture had become foreign to me. Then, I wrapped my arms around him. I closed my eyes and savored this embrace. Hugging Andrew felt right, somehow. Deep inside me, I knew that if someone else had hugged me, it wouldn't have felt quite the same. All too soon, he pulled away.

I had to confess something to Andrew though. He was sort of my friend now. "Andrew, I have to run away. They kill you once you are a year old. I was the third to be changed after Riley and the other two already got killed." I said. It was so fast that for a moment, Andrew looked shocked and confused. Then, understanding came upon his face.

"How old are you?" he asked me. I looked at him sadly.

"Ten and a half months old." I whispered. The general life span of a vampire was one year old. Then your creator killed you. That was my understanding. Andrew nodded sadly.

"Come with me!" I said suddenly. "My date is set for one week from today. Come with me!" I suggested. I don't know how, but I already trusted Andrew.

Andrew shook his head. "I felt that I would love you. You will be my mate." He said. He was so confident and the evidence was right in front of me. My heart- relatively speaking- felt like it was soaring. "But, I can't go with you. Riley would find me. But, with you, he wouldn't care. You see, I am still important to the team, while your strength is leaving you. I will return to you after we defeat the yellow-eyes." He explained. I nodded sadly. Riley already told us about our purpose. I would miss Andrew.

"When the fight is done, you will meet me in Yukon, Alaska. There, we will start our lives peacefully. We will be the first ever vampires not to fight." I told him. Riley told us that all vampires fought for eternity. It seemed like a terrible existence. What is the point of forever if there isn't peace in eternity?

Andrew nodded. "I will love you." He told me. I looked into his eyes. "I will love you too." I told him. The words felt so natural. They had two meanings. First, was that we were feeling the same things. The second was that we didn't quite love each other, but there was no doubt we would.

"Let's get back to the house." He smiled and took my hand. We walked back to the house. Andrew drank a little human girl on the way. He was thirsty. While I watched him, I thought about how great he looked luring her to him.

The rest of the way to the house, we talked about ourselves. The sun was coming soon. The sky was brightening.

I hesitated a small distance away from the house. I thought it was very close to hell. There were always screams. Screams from those who were dying or those who wished to die. My own personal hell.

As Andrew and I walked in the door, a boy with dark hair and burgundy eyes walked up to us. I tensed and Andrew followed my example. "Friends?" he asked. I nodded and darted to the back of the couch with Andrew at my heels. Against my instincts, I squeezed my eyes shut and my whole body was tense. I was hoping with every fiber of my horrible being, that no one would bug us here. I relaxed when I realized that no one else was coming for us.

This was a part of those constant things here. Fear, Screams, Pain, Hate, Angst, and sometimes, just sometimes… Hope. Today, Andrew was my hope.

A/N: O.K. anyone like it? Anyone hate it? Thanks for reading it! I just love the line that says, "What is the point in forever if there isn't any peace in eternity?" I don't know why though! ~Kandiez C.