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Chapter Three: A Running Start
March 20, 1991, night
The teenager finally walked away from his damaged house which felt like hours since his break down. He doesn't care on where he was going but he just wanted to get away from the house and his horrible memories which resided there. Deep down inside, he knew the memories won't leave his thoughts. He wiped away remaining tears and forced himself not to look back. He whispers to himself, "Just keep going, don't look back, just keep going, don't look back." Having no friends or family, the poor child has nowhere to go.
Hearing footsteps behind him, Peter paused and twirled around thinking someone was there. He let out shaky breath when he didn't see anyone and turned back around to continue walking. He knew his mind was causing him to get paranoid, which was a bad thing since it was so dark and different ambiences were heard around him.
Stopping in complete shock, he saw visions of his lifeless parents lying in front of him within their pile of blood. He shuddered and stared at his hallucination in terror. The teen covered his tearful eyes and rubbed it rapidly while silently cursing. He uncovered them and felt relieved seeing the visions gone. He put a hand to his face and sniffed feeling more tears falling. "Fuck." Peter muttered and wiped them away. He stopped as he heard evil laughter behind him and the kid twirled around seeing the vampire leaning on a house. The teen backed against a house. He screamed, "Get the fuck away from me!"
Shuddering, he opened his eyes and the figure was gone. He critically looked around and leaned back onto the wall while silently weeping. The boy slid down against it and sobbed loudly into his knees. He stopped after hearing a trashcan getting knocked over. Peter slowly lifted his head and heard growling. He looked to his left and felt his throat going dry when he spotted the silver-backed werewolf sniffing around inside the metal trashcan. She must be looking for raw meat or something to gnaw on. The kid stood as slow as he could, trying not to alert the beast.
He backed away towards the street, careful not to step on any twigs.
Feeling his back stop against someone, Peter yelped and spun towards the person, who looked to be in his mid-twenties. The man looked pale in the moonlight and his dark eyes were looking the teenager over. The young man's brown hair was disorganized, giving him quite the insane complexion to his gravely looks. His lips curled into an unpleasant smile. "So," the man started darkly and tilted his head to the side. The sixteen-year old backed away from him, knowing very well what his appearance resembled. "You're the boy who survived the slaughter," he added and put a fist under his chin in observation. "I'll tell you something, boy, you're the only one that ever survived our hunt."
"Your hunt?" Peter asked incredulously and gave the young vampire a glare. "One of you murdered my family!"
"Yes," The vampire drawled and chuckled lowly. The young man stalked towards him. The teenager backed away and kept his glare fixed on him. "With good reason," he added and smiled wickedly at the teen's infuriated look. "Nothing would've happened if you didn't keep your nose cleaned."
The frightened teenager stopped when his back touched another figure. Peter turned around and saw a striking young woman. Her skin was pale and her eyes were, of course, jet black. The young woman's hair was black and had a wispy hairstyle. She looked to be the same age as the other vampire that was taunting him. Her eyes looked up towards the man and she smiled teasingly. "Has anyone ever told you not to play with your food, Julian?"
The young man, known as Julian, smiled back at the lady and then gazed darkly at Peter. "Right, thanks for the reminder, Elvira," He responded and smiled cheekily, revealing his fangs. He wet his lips before saying, "I'm getting thirsty."
The teenager was about to run but Elvira grabbed him and squeezed his cheeks with one hand. "You are one handsome mortal," she teased seductively and he squirmed in her hold. She inhaled through her nose and smirked knowingly. She purred, "And you smell yummy to," The lady noticed blood all over his clothing and snickered. "Look at that," she looked up at Julian and kept her iron grip on Peter's arm as he torn his head away from her cold hand. "This one has flavors."
The teenager elbowed the woman's stomach and she hunched over. He ran away from the thirsty vampires without a second glance. Peter saw a large fence and sped towards the fence to climb over it. Hearing rapid footsteps gaining on him, he looked over seeing Julian running beside him. The vampire hissed and flew at him. He did hear that vampires are extremely fast and skilled on what they do. For people to survive from the fiends, they have to be really lucky. The boy ducked on time and bolted over the fence.
Landing on his back, he winced and felt the air coming back to him. A dark figure loomed over him and smiled darkly. "Hello, fresh meat," the vampire greeted and noticed Peter was too winded to do or say anything. Julian hissed, "You hurt my mate, mortal."
Come on, get up. The teen thought to himself and closed his eyes tiredly. Get off your fucking ass. He thought, trying to encourage himself not to give up so easily. Julian grabbed the front of the teen's shirt and chuckled evilly before kneeling down. There has to be a something for a weapon. Thinking of a plan, Peter opened his eyes and looked over towards the lawn; he saw aligned firewood, like for a bonfire. Right next to it, on the dirt, was a fire poker. He smirked lightly and turned his head to glare at the vampire readying himself.
Julian saw the look on his face and before the vampire could react, he got kicked in the leg. He yelled out and released the boy to grasp his leg. Peter got up and ran towards the dirty fire poker. He heard the vampire screeching behind him and quickly picked up the poker. He turned around swiftly and swung the sharp object at Julian, who was dashing towards him. The hook dug in his face and he fell on the ground from the painful impact. Peter backed away in panic seeing his face morph into a monstrous creature while roaring.
The teenager lifted up the poker and stared at the sharp tip. Even fearing the creatures, he could never let any of them go alive when injured and while looking back down at the wailing vampire, a thought ran through his head. Peter stood next to the healing vampire and glared into his dark eyes. The creature hissed at him and spotted the weapon in his hand. The teen raised the poker and Julian roared at the sight. Before the vampire moved, the object was pierced through his chest.
The creature cried out and felt it getting removed from his heart. Peter backed away from the dying monster and watched as he slowly turned to ashes. Julian shakily faced him and gave him a weak nod before fully evaporating. The teen caught the thankful gesture and suddenly realized what he had done. He killed his first vampire. Peter's gaze was fixed on the ashes blowing away in the cold wind. He gripped the weapon he had in shock. Killing a vampire was the bravest thing he'd done and never thought about doing it. It felt good.
Peter felt like a hero.
He looked on the roof after seeing glowing silver eyes and saw the werewolf watching in amazement on all fours. She saw the whole thing play out. The wolf tilted her head and her eyes followed the ashes breezing past her furry head. Her right pointy ear twitched as the ashes touched it. Peter felt his heart pounding from both the wolf's presence and his adrenaline rush. Her beautiful eyes met his once again. She was impressed by the teen. A feminine voice screeched, "Noooo, what have you done?"
Peter was thrown aside and collided into a tree. He watched as Elvira kneeled down towards the remaining ashes and ran her fingers through them. She picked them up with her pale hand and frowned as the ashes blew away in different directions. She felt her lower lip quivering and grimaced while choking back tears. Elvira wasn't a crier and she's not going to give up without a fight. She felt her claws digging into her palm as she was clenching her fists, but she didn't care.
The teen gripped the fire poker and positioned it over his shoulder. He kept his eyes trained on the angered vampire. The young vampire stood up and glared back at Peter. "You little pest," she hissed and started to stalk towards him. "Look what you've done!" She shouted crazily and roared at him as her face contorted into the vampire's true look. "You shouldn't have killed him!"
"Now you can see how I feel when I witnessed the massacre of my family," he replied and pointed the weapon towards her. "Just you wait, Elvira," he mocked spitefully and the lady felt her blood boiling. Oh, how the tables have turned for him. He was surprisingly enjoying it. "If that's your name," he added and glared hatefully at the monster before him. "I'm going to take down every last vampire and kill them."
He meant every word.
Elvira laughed and reverts back in her young 'human' form while doing so. "Oh yeah?" She asked mockingly and laughed again. "You, a mere child, take down every one of us?" She asked and stopped laughing before glaring darkly at the teenager. The vampire stalked towards him despite the fire poker. "I don't think so."
Peter swung at her and she caught it. She yanked it out of his hand and threw it away from them. Before she could even touch him, the werewolf landed on her and started attacking her. Elvira screeched and clawed the beast. The teen stood in awe when the silver-eyed wolf saved him once again and he wondered if she was actually trying to rescue him. Peter went away to find the fire poker or any other sharp objects. He spotted the poker next to the gate and ran towards it. The teenager picked it up and ran towards them but a hand on his arm stopped him. "No," A female said frantically and pulled him out of the yard. "Come with me!"
A/N: Alright, who's loving these changes?
