Chapter 4: Killing is for the Monsters

I hid behind the kitchen island as two swat officers passed by slowly. They didn't see me in the dimly lit house and although it was day outside, the blinds kept the house dark.

A swat member signaled for them to move into a room as two more joined them. I crept up behind the last swat member and placed a knife on his throat and covered his mouth. He didn't make a noise as I dragged him into another room.

I hit him in the head hard enough to knock him out then placed him inside of one of the closets which hid two of the eight other unconscious police officers that came to the house last night.

I crept out of the window but quickly went back in when I noticed two police members guarding the back.

I heard the swat members walk towards the room I was in as they realized that they were missing a member.

I didn't want to kill anyone unless I absolutely had to so I hid in the closet, then thought of the cliché.

"Normally the wolf is the one looking for the person hiding in the closet." I muttered under my breath.

I heard the swat team open the door and started looking around the room. I quietly moved under a pile of clothing, seconds before a member opened the closet door in which I hid in.

I sighed quietly as he moved away to open the other closet and noticed the three unconscious bodies laying there.

He spoke into his radio, "I found some of the bodies in the master bedroom."

He didn't see me until I was up against him; I slammed him to the wall just before he had time to move his gun to me. He let the gun fire a few bullets as I moved behind him and wrapped my hand around his neck and used the other to take his hand gun.

I put the gun on the man's head as the other members walked to the doorway and trained their guns in my direction but didn't shoot as I held the man hostage.

"Chill, man, we just want to help." Said the nearest swat member as he inched closer.

I took a step, dragging the man with me. I didn't respond, instead I concentrated on listening to the surroundings: two other swat members had made their way inside of the house through the back window. I could hear at least four of the eight police officers outside alongside a woman talking and a helicopter in the distance.

"We're not going to hurt you, man." Continued the nearest police man after listening though something from the earpiece. He slowly placed his gun on the ground and took a step back. "See..."

I stared at the man for a second then realized what was happening. I quickly let go of the swat member and threw myself backwards as a sniper bullet flew half an inch from my face.

The bullet hit the wall harmlessly as I had my back against the wall. The men quickly surrounded and trained their guns at me. There were five total, I could turn to my werewolf form and take them all out but I didn't want to kill, not this frequently anyway.

A swat member yelled in the living room alongside some gun fire. Something smashed through the wall and slammed into a swat officer.

"What the fuck?" Yelled an officer, and trained his gun at the hole. Somebody peeked through it but quickly moved away when a stream of bullets headed in their direction.

I quickly stood up and elbowed a swat member in the face then took his gun. I moved behind him and put the gun on the man's head, once again.

I stepped back to a corner of the room as the members focused their attention on me again.

"I do so enjoy an audience," I said as the members did their best to spread out on the small room.

I didn't intend on killing any of them, instead I kept them busy, preoccupied, as the mysterious person, that entered my house, would have enough time to do what they needed to.

I saw the figure peek through the hole that the passed out officer had made. The figure quickly got on all fours and ran through the hole, leap into the air, and landed on an officer.

He went down hard and hit his head on the floor. Another member quickly turned, only to have the figure roundhouse kick him into another officer; they both fell to the floor and didn't stand back up. The last one shot at the figure who graciously stepped aside, he shot several more times but his bullets never hit their mark. His last bullet flew from his gun and the figure actually caught it in mid air and tossed it back. The bullet hit the man in the fore head of his helmet and threw him off his feet. The bullet didn't penetrate his helmet, but instead ricocheted harmlessly onto the floor.

I still held the man with a gun trained to his head. He whimpered cowardly as the figure stood up straight and arched its back. My eyes refocused after all the gunfire and I noticed the figure had a tail, along with larger than average hands and feet and extremely long hair; if I had to guess it's color then I would guess blue.

The figure made its way passed the room towards me and the cowardly swat officer who had actually wet himself.

"Hello, Blue." I said casually as Felicia walked under the light that emanated from missing fractions of my curtains.

"Dimmit, Gallon, do you always have to make a show?" She asked me as she walked up to the man I held captive. She placed her face right against his and smiled playfully. "Boo!" She taunted and the man actually passed out.

I let his motionless body fall and I threw his gun away.

"Well I had to find some way of getting your attention." I replied and kicked the unconscious man once.

"Did you really do all this for me?" She replied, cocking a hip and crossing her arms.

"No, it just happened. I didn't kill any of them instead I knocked them out and-"

I was interrupted as Felicia brushed up against me and pressed her lips onto mine.

I stood motionless for a second then kissed her back; it felt nice, even if there were several passed out men in the room.

She moved back and looked at me, "I've decided..." She said and smiled.

I looked at back at her. "Took you long enough." I replied and kissed her again, if only to show that I could.

I heard a gun fire and felt Felicia jerk back. I stared as blood flew out from her back; an officer had regained consciousness and shot her.

Anger quickly built up inside of me, I didn't even realize I had transformed back into my wolf form until I instinctively ran towards the man, he shot me five times then his gun clicked empty.

Each bullet hurt like a bitch but I didn't care: he had harmed Felicia, he had harmed the woman I loved.

I felt the bullets ooze out of me as the man stumbled to stand up and fell backwards just before I slashed at him with my left paw. I felt as my claws tare through his bullet proof vest as if it was nothing more than paper. Blood splashed my fur as I tore the surface of the man's chest.

He fell to the ground groaning in pain, I moved and placed my muzzled mouth on his neck, I bit down enough to cause him to bleed. The taste of blood filled my senses which caused the wolf in me start to manifest and take over.

I felt myself smile as I started to bite down harder.

"No, Jon, STOP!" Yelled Felicia.

I turned to look at her. She lay on the ground and reached for me. She started to crawl in my direction, but it was clear that she was in pain.

I forced the wolf to let go of the man, I dropped him and he moved back and held his hands on his neck to try and stop the bleeding.

I walked back to Felicia who arched her back in pain.

I bit my right arm quickly; pain shot up but quickly subsided. Blood oozed out as I knelt next to Felicia; I placed my other hand on her back to stop her from moving and aligned my bleeding arm on the bullet hole on her back.

Blood dripped from me and slowly entered her system. It didn't take long for our blood to merge in her body and start to heal her. The bullet inched its way out of her and I pulled it out as soon as I could and the bullet hole closed with no indication that it had ever been there.

She turned and threw her arms around me and I smiled and pulled her up, effortlessly.

We held hands as we walked past the officer with the bleeding neck who trembled as he saw a werewolf and a cat woman staring at him.

He moved his reloaded gun between Felicia and me. we stared at him and I shook my head slowly.

"You're dead if you pull that trigger." I said and the man flinched and dropped his weapon then raised his hands to show that he was harmless.

I smiled as we made our way outside to all the police officers and neighbors and camera people.

They all stared at us, even the children; some people stared in horror, others in confusion, but each one was fixated on us.

"Stop!" Yelled a police officer as everyone under his command trained their guns at us. "Who are you? Where are my men?"

"We are Darkstalkers!" Yelled Felicia with a sense of pride in her voice. "Your men are taking a nap."

"Put your hands up, NOW!"

We both examined our hands then looked back at the man.

"Animals don't have hands..." I replied then jumped forward and landed on all fours. I ran passed everyone who was stationed to stop us then looked back and saw Felicia following me.

I smiled at her and turned back then jumped over the camera man and the female reporter who tried their best to record us run off into the distance.