AN: I am soooo sorry that this has taken so long. I'm currently very occupied with work, though I will try to at least write chapters, even if I can't post them till later. I'm also going to go back through the old chapters and fix all of my typos and grammar mistakes sometime soon. I reread them today and have realized how horrible I am at writing when I'm drunk lol. Without further adue, enjoy chapter seven.

Chapter Seven: Bloody Revelations

June 18th

8:43 pm

Cynthia and I arrived early, we were anxious I guess. We sat on the bleachers by the track, mulling over theories as to what could warrant so much secrecy. Every thing from gangs to monsters and military experiments passed through our heads, each idea more ludicrous than the last. Suddenly laughter interrupted our conversation. I turned to see Bethany sitting a few rows behind us, nearly doubled over in laughter. How long had she been there? How did she get past us without us noticing?

"You two sure have great imaginations." She spoke.

"Whats that supposed to mean?" Cynthia said defensively

"Nothing bad. It might actually make this easier. Follow me, I'll take you to him."

With that, she stood and nearly sprinted down the bleachers. Cynth and I shared a confused look and moved to follow. We walked in silence away from the school grounds, it wasn't until we hit a familiar trail that I started to ask questions. The replies to most of them were either "You'll see" or "You will have to ask him that" or my personal favorite, a long silence and a glare from Beth.

Once I realized that it was a fruitless effort, I started looking around the trail that held so many memories for Charles and myself. All the bonfire parties we went to, fights we fought here. The long walks from school to Charles' house, only to be greeted by his mom and delicious smells in his kitchen. Then I remembered that she was dead, the house destroyed, our memories would be our only reminders of our high school days.

"Were here. He should be here any minute now..."

Her voice cut me from my depressing thoughts and had me scanning anxiously for my best friend in the field. After a couple of minutes we began to hear growls and rustling on the far side of the clearing. After another moment a wolf came sprinting almost directly at us, looking more like he was being chased rather than hunting something. It made it almost a quarter of the way across the field before a black blur hit him from behind. When I say blur, I mean something moving so fast that at first I thought that the wolf had just tripped. That was until I saw the massive figure tangled up with it, rolling at us with no intention of stopping. I quickly spun myself and Cynthia out of the way just before they steamrolled us, and was prepared to run, until I saw the amused but slightly irritated look on Bethany's face.

"I thought I said no over kill?" She said to the figure.

The figure rose and turned to us "You were taking too long, I got bored"

My jaw hit the floor as I saw Charles standing there, bear hugging a wolf as it clawed and bit at his arms and chest. After a few seconds, he seemed to grow annoyed with it attempts to free its self, and then he wiped his head down to the wolfs neck. I was suddenly very scared and disgusted as I saw razor sharp fangs Charles suddenly had get buried into the wolfs neck. the wolf howled out in pain and the speed of its attempts to escape doubled. After about a minute they quickly died off and it started to relax, I could almost see the life drain out of its eyes, it was as if my best friend was drinking it out. once the wolfs eyes closed, Charles removed his mouth from its neck, blood smeared all over his lips and chin, his eyes glowing a bright crimson, and he tossed the body over his shoulder like a empty soda can.

I quickly felt a weight drop on me and instinctively grabbed a hold of Cynthia before she fell. She must have passed out from the sight, I don't blame her. Then, as if someone smacked me, the realization hit me. Fangs? Drinking blood? Super speed and strength? There's no way...

"I assume that made me have to explain a lot less shit than I was gonna?" Charles said, an amused look on his blood covered face.

"But you made little Cynthia pass out, That's why I told you no over kill on your entrance... and clean off your face, you don't want her to pass out again after she wakes back up do you?"

He chuckled. "I guess your right Beth" He ripped a few pieces of his now tattered shit and cleaned his face. Soon after, Cynthia began to stir in my arms.

"Shaun, what happened? I remember there being a wolf and..." She cut off as she saw Charles and the dead wolf. Her eyes widening as the realization hit her.

"Well, I guess I should start with answering your questions now, and filling in the blanks as we go along."

I started with the obvious one. "What are... What happened to you?"

He let out a small sigh, explaining what Bethany, and in turn, What he was. He then told us how they met, in this very field, and what happened after. He told us what really happened inside his house that day... I could see barely controlled rage in his eyes and movements. But before he could explode, Bethany took over that story and stopped there. Charles had calmed down some by then. Cynth and I took a few minutes to process this outlandish information, but before long, Charles cleared his throat in impatience, prompting my next question.

"How could... Why... Why did you kill Chad?" Cynthia beat me to it though.

"I wasn't in control then..." his face was more somber now, like the memory of it was hazy. "I saw him on TV, shit talking me... Saying I killed... them... I lost control of my anger, the next thing I knew, I was on my way to his house, all intents and purposes focused on killing him..."

He grew silent, his gaze focused on the ground for the time being. I couldn't tell whether to be terrified to feel sorry for him. I started asking easier questions for now, about vampires and why he was gone. We even shared a few laughs at either my stupid questions, or his equally stupid answers. We all started to relax once Cynth and I realized no one was going to eat us. I finally have him back. We can all finally-

My thoughts were cut short by a voice behind me. "Well, ain't this a sight? A beautiful reunion between friends, how touching!" He nearly snarled at the end of his sentence. He was a big brute of a man, nearly a head taller than Charles and twice as big. Before I knew it two blurs ran past me, one tackled the man and the other a blur that I almost didn't see heading my way.

"Run! We will deal with these guys and find you after!" Charles boomed at me in a feral voice I almost didn't recognize. Don't have to tell me twice. We turned and ran, and made it about ten feet before we were both snatched up by two different men, both almost as big as the first one. I looked over at Cynthia's terrified face and was going to say something, but something hit me in the head before I could. the last thing I remember was Cynthia's terrified scream...

AN: Well, seems like Shaun and Cynthia are in a bit of a pickle now. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, sorry about the cliffy though. cliffhangers are great though right? lol. again, I'm sorry about the long hiatus, but I'm going to make conscious effort to write more, even if I can't post it till later, so expect 2-3 chapters at a time for a little while. As always, review/PM me if you have any thoughts or constructive criticism. see ya next time - Sempier Fi