Here it is. R for lots of violence and a dirty word. Please let me know if there are any questions.
Four months later
Michelle and Karen stood in the doorway of the room on the far end of the house. Bill had converted it into a workout room. It was fairly large with padded floors and weapon racks along the farthest wall. Slightly smaller than the size of a high school gym, it was still impressive and it came in handy. Tony had practically moved in a month ago. It was just a safer location for Michelle than his house. He and Bill had started afternoon workout sessions and they had slowly built up to sparring. Karen had stumbled on them one day a few weeks ago and ever since she and Michelle never missed a session.
Tony had started teaching Bill how to handle a sword. He was taller than Tony, so Tony had suggested a katana. They never seemed to notice the women watching but Michelle and Karen certainly noticed them. They were currently shirtless, both in black sweat pants and swinging fiercely at each other. The clashing of the blades echoed in the room and would sometimes make the women jump. They were amazing to watch, especially Tony. Besides the night she'd been turned, Michelle had never seen him fight. He was beautiful. He moved so fluidly; like a deadly animal. He countered each of Bill's advances, turning and tripping him up with the dull side of his blade. Bill stumbled past him and Tony spun bringing the sword back up in a stance, his grip on the handle backwards, the blade jutting to the right. They were both sweating and their voices were breathy.
"You're just to fast for me." Bill leaned over and rested against his knees. "Should I start adding a, 'my lord' to the end of that?" He chuckled.
Tony relaxed his stance and smirked. "I kinda like the sound of that." He shook his head. "You know better than to think I'm gonna change into some royal pain in the ass."
"Nah you'll stay a regular pain in the ass. Just a more powerful one." They both laughed.
He should be bowing before you Spaniard. You are my heir and I will not have anyone speaking to me this way.
Tony bit his lip and grinned. Shut up Caine.
"What's so funny?" Bill straightened back up and stretched his arms, popping his neck from side to side.
"Nothin'. What should we work on next?" Tony walked to the weapon rack and sheathed his sword.
He didn't make a sound as he jumped from one rooftop to the next, coming to rest on the edge of a building. Tony stayed crouched, his black coat blowing in the breeze. It came to about his knees and concealed his sword perfectly. His eyes skimmed the street below. Michelle had been back at work for about four months now. There hadn't been another attack in all that time. Still, he made sure to follow her to work and he returned when it was time for her to leave. She was working later than usual tonight so he'd checked out the surrounding area while waiting. It was getting close to her due date and she would be on maternity leave soon. Besides the joy he felt at becoming a father, Tony would be glad to not have to worry about her. She hated that he followed her but he had refused to stop. He couldn't hide the fact that he was still doing it; she could feel him. But honestly, part of him didn't care.
I would never have let a woman walk over me the way you let her Spaniard. It's embarrassing really.
You didn't get laid a lot then did ya?
Do all people in this era talk so vulgar?
Don't try to change the subject Caine. You may have thought you ruled, but we both know who wore the pants in the family.
Wore the pants? What are you speaking of?
Nevermind.
Movement below broke their banter and he watched Michelle enter the street. She turned towards the parking garage and started her way up the ramp, one hand on her back to help her walk. He smirked at her waddle and rose to follow her from the buildings above. He jumped down to a lower rooftop expecting to see her exit from the top level elevator. He crouched down again on the edge of the building, waiting. The elevator signaled its approach but when the doors opened, no one was inside. He stood up, his eyes scanning each level but not seeing her. He shifted back about five feet and took off towards the edge and pushed off from the side sailing through the air and landing in the uppermost parking lot. He stayed close to the ground, bracing himself.
A shadow shifted behind a van on the far side of the lot and then a man came into view, Michelle in his arms and a knife to her throat. They moved in front of the van and stopped. The doors opened and six others emptied. No one approached him though. He stood and finally the man holding Michelle spoke.
"We won't hurt her if you just let us go. But if you make a move towards us, I'll slit her throat."
Tony narrowed his eyes. Let them feel our fury Spaniard. No one threatens her and lives.
The man shifted towards the van, assuming Tony wouldn't make trouble and that's when he moved. Faster than anyone could see, Tony reached into his jacket towards his side and pulled out a gun. The man was dead before he even hit the ground, a clean hole bored right through his skull.
"Michelle, move!"
He watched as she ran to a car as far away as she could get while the remaining men started to change. Werewolves. How'd I guess?
I think it's time we show them exactly who they are dealing with.
Tony started a slow trot that broke into a full out run, leaping once he's made it half way to them. Everyone looked up, Michelle included who was watching hiding behind one of the cars. The men watched wide eyed as Tony descended, changing into a werewolf on his way down. Stunned, the werewolf on the right didn't move when Tony landed in front of him and his claw slashed near his throat. He heard himself gurgle before he felt it and looked down, blood spilling down his chest and matting his fur. He reached up and tried to cover the wound with one paw, looking over at Tony as he fell to the ground.
Tony sprang from the ground and landed on top of the van, smashing the windshield and causing the roof to cave in under his weight. He turned to the five werewolves still standing and looking up at him. He growled at them and suddenly his head felt fuzzy. His vision swam as he watched them climb up to the roof. Caine could feel his panic.
Calm yourself Spaniard. It's happening, the change. You are becoming stronger.
Tony tried to control his breathing. One of the werewolves had made it to the roof just in time to see his normally brown eyes turn golden and burn bright. Yes Spaniard, I can feel it. Call out now. The beasts of the earth are at your command.
Tony howled loudly, as loudly as he could. Michelle watched from behind the car, covering her ears at the splitting sound. What's he doing?!
Easy, child. He is evolving, becoming what he's destined to become just as you shall in time.
I don't understand. They're going to kill him! Michelle stood ready to rush the group of wolves closing in on Tony from the roof of the van.
No child, watch. He is gaining the abilities of my husband.
The wolf that had reached the roof first swiped at Tony, knocking him onto his back. Smiling down at him, the wolf reared back, readying a killing strike to Tony's throat. A flash breezed over his vision as something attached itself to the wolf and knocked it off the roof. Michelle watched as a large dog latched itself onto the werewolf's neck and locked down. The wolf struggled to pull the animal off but the dog had surprised him and when it finally bit down, the wolf sluggishly stepped forward once, then back and fell to the ground. The dog shook off the attack and trotted to where Michelle was hiding. She started backing up. It's alright child. He will protect you.
Sure enough the dog stopped on the other side of the car and turned, the bloodied hair on its back standing up and growling in the direction of the remaining werewolves.
The four wolves had made it to the top of the van, but Tony wasn't there. They looked around confused and then spotted Michelle being guarded by the dog. They growled at each other and then jumped down, slowly making their way towards her. The dog backed up slowly as they approached his growling getting louder. He snapped a few times in their direction but they just kept coming. Michelle stood and every step they took towards her she took a step back. As pregnant as she was, there was no way she could out run them.
She saw movement out of the corner of her eye and blinked a few times. She looked around now, confused. The shadows, they were moving. She wasn't the only one who'd noticed. Everyone had stopped. All the light from the parking garage lamps seemed to be dimming. All the shadows were slithering to one spot behind the wolves. They looked down, watching the blackness crawl it's way past them and as they looked up to it's destination, they could see him.
Tony stood there, panting heavily and just watching them, waiting. His eyes were glowing golden again but this time he was human. He had pulled his sword and it hung limply by his side. All eyes were on him as the shadows seemed to melt into his space, becoming a part of him some how. Michelle watched the werewolves take a step back. He was scaring them and her. He was frightening. The wind was whipping his jacket and hair, the only movement coming from his direction.
He suddenly flipped the sword backwards, holding the hilt upside down, the blade pointing behind him. He sprinted towards the wolves and they flinched in surprise. He had moved so quickly he was in the middle of them before they had turned to focus. Tony swung to the right disemboweling one wolf instantly. The others started swinging and he ducked gracefully, spinning so his back was to them, flipping the sword and turning back around bringing it downward across the face of the middle wolf all in one motion. The injured wolf howled and grabbed at what was left of his head, knocking into the wolf to his right. Tony ducked another swipe from the wolf on the far left and threw his sword at the stunned werewolf trying to shove his companion off. The blade sank easily into the chest of the beast and he also howled, reaching out and pulling the other injured wolf down with him.
Tony straightened up and stood there, looking at the last one standing. The wolf bared his teeth and looked at the other fallen werewolves then back at Tony. He saw the wolf smirk, obviously smug that Tony was now weaponless. Panting hard, blood dripping from his hands and face, Tony waited for the beast to move. We are sending a message Spaniard. No one touches what is ours.
The wolf watched as Tony licked the blood off of his top lip and he had barely taken a step before stopping. A searing pain in his head made him halt. The wolf blinked, the image of the vampire blurring in and out before his vision went completely black and he fell to the ground, blood and gore leaking from the hole in his head.
Michelle just stood there staring. She watched as Tony lowered his hand holding the gun, the barrel still smoking and slid it back inside his coat. He turned towards the wolf with his sword and pulled it out roughly. He had turned back and the man screamed out in agony and covered the wound with his hands. Tony put away his sword and looked down at the man.
"Who's sending you?"
The man coughed and lifted one bloody hand and flipped him off. "Fuck you."
Tony crouched down and grabbed the man by the hair, his eyes changing to a bright blue. He pulled his head back and bit into his neck. The man screamed again and struggled against him but eventually his strength gave out until Tony pushed him away, his body landing on top of the disemboweled werewolf.
Michelle couldn't move. She looked around at the bodies, the carnage that surrounded them. She knew he'd done it for her. They were attacking her, threatening her. She looked back at him. He stood there watching her, blood covering parts of his face and clothes. He didn't approach her and for some reason that made her eyes begin to water. She knew he felt guilty for his fury. How could she condemn him for his love for her? Michelle couldn't kill as he did, but she would protect those she loved no matter what.
Something cold and wet slipping over her hand made her break her introspection and look down. The dog that had helped them earlier had moved to her side and was licking wildly at her fingers, its tail wagging. She ignored the fact that it was spreading blood over her hand, and reached out to pet it.
"Michelle…"
She looked back at him at the sound of her name.
"What happened Tony? Those things you did? How?"
He approached her timidly and she had to force the wetness in her eyes not to fall at the look on his face. He thought she was afraid of him. She closed the distance between them and pulled him into her. His arms wrapped around her and his face dropped to her neck, breathing her in deep. He placed his hand on her rounded stomach.
"I couldn't let them hurt you."
