Chapter 8
Later that night James, Katie, and I were sitting in the living room talking about how I could have seen Drake in that little black car while Richard made dinner. Mom or dad had not come home yet, which had me worried a bit, but no time to think about them when Drew is somehow alive and raising hell again.
Because James and Katie couldn't morph yet they couldn't fully believe that I saw Drew, but because Mike and Tyler had been there and in wolf form I showed them the whole scene and they know I wasn't lying. Then they both showed Brandon and he seemed to be convinced so James, Katie and Noah had to believe what I told them, despite how hard it is to believe.
"So it's been hours and we still haven't come up with some kind of conclusion to why he is still alive or somehow came back to life." Katie said rubbing her temples.
"Okay, I know this may seem pretty out there, but Jason, what if your dad has some kind of a role in this? I mean, no offence, but you don't know what he does, he doesn't come home until late, as you've told us that the whole family wants him dead or back with them for something, I don't know if we can completely trust him." James said with a sorry look.
"You think my dad would take me away from the family to put me in some kind of harm? He took me away to protect me, why would he have anything to do with Drake being alive once again?" I didn't really know what to feel. I wanted to be mad at James for saying such a thing but then again we don't have any kind of reason so we can't rule it out.
"I'm just saying man, don't hold it against me. Just think for a second though, he made a cure for vampirism what else do you think he's capable of?" James shrugged.
"Dinners ready!" Richard calls from the kitchen.
"Let's see what Richard thinks." Katie said walking into the kitchen first.
"Let's see what I know about what?" Richard asked setting a pot of spaghetti. He looked more like a mother then my uncle, wearing a blue apron and pulling off blue oven mittens.
"If you think my dad has any kind of role in how or why Drake is alive again."
"Well, I can't say. My opinion is that you can't yet rule that theory out. Now sit and eat." and we did just that.
As the sun started to loosen its grip on this side of the earth, Katie and James decided to head home before anything could happen. Luckily James had his mustang so they didn't have to walk, or run from whatever lurks around these streets at night.
Long after darkness had taken its rule over the western hemisphere my mom pulled into the garage. I came down the stairs in time to see her lugging plastic white grocery bags into the kitchen. Next thing I heard were things hitting the floor and breaking along with a piercing scream that could wake the dead.
"Why are you here? Get out of my house, now!" I heard mom yell after she could no longer muster up some kind of scream.
"Mom, it's ok. He's not here to hurt us." I said jumping over the stair railing and landing with a crack under my feet on the hardwood floor.
"Who is he? Why is he here? Where is your father?" she looked back and forth between the two of us.
"Jason, you've no need to explain for myself. But you may stay and fill in your mother once I am done." he said waving us into the living room. "Shall we?"
Richard sat in the recliner seat telling my mother, who was clinging to me on the sofa opposite him, about himself and why he was here. He told her everything from why he came here from Italy to protect and help us. She argued back with "why don't we just move again?" and he replied, "Well that would solve nothing now would it? It seems more logical, since Jason has matured and is able to a wolf much larger then I have ever seen, that we try to resolve the problem between them and us, or if it comes to it, we fight."
Hours passed by until my mom would let me get up and use the bathroom by myself without any worry that Richard would slaughter her in my absence. My dad still had not come home by eleven, which had all three of us worried.
"Well, I think it time you are off to bed Jason. Got an eventful day ahead tomorrow is that right? Practice game with the guys, a night out in an abandoned house and whatever else is happening." Richard said pulling me off the couch. My mom had already gone to bed ten minutes before.
"How do you know about the abandoned house thing? Even I forgot about that!" everything seemed to come back to me now. Katie and Mary asked if I would come to this house when we had our barbeque to meet the neighbors.
"Well you're lucky I know such things." he grinned at me as I sat down on my bed.
"Wait, how do you know such things?"
"I'm a vampire remember? I can read minds." the second he finished his sentence my stomach dropped. How much had he seen in my mind? I didn't want him to know everything I know and feel. "Ha-ha doesn't worry! I don't read your mind all the time, only for the important stuff."
"You did it again! Stop it!" I yelled and almost fell off my bed.
"Only because I knew you were going to react like that and I wanted to see what you would think when I told you I could read minds."
For the next few hours until I fell asleep we talked about the differences between vampires and werewolves along with some things that they can do. I learned that vampires can shape shift at will but the smaller the animal the person shifts into the more powerful they are and vice versa. A werewolf of course can only shift into a wolf but the things he can do as a human can also be passed on into the wolf; say if I can read minds as a human I can also read minds as a wolf.
And so on.
"Well I think I should get back to my hotel room before…" he looked out the window. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"What is it about being out after dark here? I know there are rogue vampires but what's the big deal-" I asked and turned to the window for an answer but Richard was gone leaving cold air flowing through my window.
"I wonder where dad is." I said to an empty room and I fell asleep before my head hit the pillow.
Forgot to close the window.
Heat from the sunlight pouring into my room tickled my skin waking me up from a deep sleep. Richard was already sitting in my computer chair examining me as I got up and rubbed my eyes.
"Good morning Jason."
"Morning Richard." I said slowly while stretching and sliding off the bed.
"Your father is finally home."
"Really? When did he get home and how do you know?"
"Jason, I'm a vampire. I can read minds and sense certain things if I concentrate on them."
"Show off." I snorted striding out the door.
"You know, you could too if you had the right training." Richard suggested popping out of nowhere as I pulled and dropped a box of cereal from the cupboard.
"How do you pop out of nowhere like that? And are you suggesting that you teach me to read minds and other stuff vampires do?" I scooped up the pieces of cereal that exploded out of the box off the counter and dropped them into the garbage by the fridge.
"That's another thing vampires are good at, and yes I am suggesting teaching you how to do such things."
"You still think I'm capable of things vampires do despite the fact that I'm a raging werewolf?" I laughed at the thought of being a raging werewolf.
"Jason, you have vampire blood in you. We both know this much even if you won't admit-"
"How do I have vampire blood in me if I'm a werewolf? I don't understand why everyone thinks I'm so special!" the bowl I was holding that was also full of milk and cereal had lost some of its contents when I dropped it into the table.
"Jason! You know damn well you have vampire blood in you! Everyone knows it because of your eyes. Haven't you noticed that wolves tend to have slits like cat eyes and vampires full pupils? Yet somehow you have vampire eyes but morph into a wolf." he stepped back from the table the second he finished in fear I might throw the bowl of cereal through his head.
"At first I thought that was kind of cool and all, thinking that I was different to everyone else. But now I realize that I want to just be full werewolf and not some weird mixed breed." I brought my hands up to my face as I plopped down in my chair feeling it crack a little.
"Don't be this way. Being different isn't bad, or what you said, weird. A wise man once told me 'Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, so weird is good.' So you see, you being different can only mean good things." he now took a seat opposite me, staring into my eyes.
"Well then why hasn't anything good come of this being different or weird? I killed someone on my first day, I changed into something I thought was only in books, the body of Drake ended in my bathtub with a message written on the mirror in his blood, Dave tried to kill my dad to get at me, and now Drake is back somehow. Tell me, out of all that, how is any of it good for me?"
For this Richard had no answer.
We sat in silence as I ate and drank the rest of my breakfast until we heard footsteps on the stairs and a groggy moaning sound.
"Hey! Look who's here, my God it's been a long time!" Dad and Richard almost lunged into each other's arms.
"By Gods it has brother! You look well, after that little attack from Dave, which I am very sorry about."
"Oh don't be silly, although I did have a bit of a scare…"
"For lords sake I hope you did! To undergo such a brutal beating and NOT be scared would be insanity, which I dearly hope you are not."
"You two speak to each other like we were back in some Victorian period in history. I'm going to get cleaned up and leave you two love birds here to sort out your life stories."
The hot shower felt unusually electric running down my bare chest. The feeling was like acid that was so hot it was cold, but it also felt good for releasing my muscles from so much tension. "Guess morphing takes a bigger toll on me then I thought it would." I muttered turning off the water and stepping out.
I stood there wondering if Richard and my Dad were still talking or if they'd taken to sitting on the couch watching TV or something.
I stepped out of the warm bathroom into the freezing cold hall way; every hair on my body stood straight up. I heard Richard and my father laughing about some old memory as I moved past the stairs.
"Hello, Jason." some deep voice said from behind me as I was in the process of pulling on my jeans. Before I had them up to my waist I was laying face down with rock hard immobile arms wrapped around mine in an iron grip so I couldn't move. I couldn't scream as the wind had been knocked out of me when I hit the floor, and my legs were just about paralyzed.
"You will listen to me and you will obey me. You hear?"
I nodded with the strength I had left.
"Good. Now, we will be going somewhere to visit someone you know pretty well. You will not resist. You will not scream out to anyone. You will follow orders if they are given. And most important of all, you will not morph at any point."
Next thing I knew I was being dragged through my window in a silent graceful kidnapping. Dave was taking me somewhere to see someone I knew pretty well; but where and who?
Dave dragged me through the neighborhood as the immature morning sun shown upon the world in a bright rage. I wondered if anyone would notice a grown man dragging a young boy down the street, and I also wondered why Dave wasn't burning up in this sunlight.
When we came to the edge of the subdivision where the highway started, Dave blind folded me and tied my arms and legs together. "Necessary precautions." Next I was thrown onto his shoulder and he ran harder and faster than any car. Cold air hit my body like icicles but the morning sun warmed me up quickly.
"Do not move." Dave said resting me against a cold slimy surface of some kind.
"As I if I could move."
"Don't be a smart ass."
I couldn't exactly see or move to evaluate my surroundings, so I had to rely on hearing and smell to find out exactly where I was while Dave messed with what sounded like some kind of keypad.
The place I sat I predicted was against some brick wet and cold brick wall down some random alley somewhere in Toronto. The alley smelled of rotten meat, something that died days ago, soured milk, sitting water that most likely mixed with something else over the past week, and that nasty damp smell. The heat didn't help anything, even though we were in the shade, the heat just made things smell worse.
"Get up you."
"If you haven't noticed your own crafty knots then you might want to look at them to know I can't MOVE!" I yelled putting more emphases into the last word.
Dave grabbed me under the arms and within a split second pulled me up and had my back slammed against the wall with a soft splash of nasty water hiding in the wall.
"Don't you ever try to undermined me again you ungrateful little-"
"Leave him be David!" some deep voice commanded from behind Dave.
"Yes, sir." Dave let his grip relax and pulled me down so my feet lay flat on the concrete.
In the next few second I has another pair of hands fighting off Dave's to hold me up. These hands were gentle yet strong. This new person I imagined to be a short bulky man held me like a baby peeing out in front of himself as he turned and moved forward. I could feel warm air flow through an open door with every step this man took.
"But sir," Dave paused for a second surely having a mental battle with himself whether to tell this man holding me what was on his mind or not. "Don't EVER call me David again!" and there was a whoosh of air and footsteps then Dave was gone, leaving me in the hands of some unknown man.
Literally.
"My lord, what did Dave do to you?" the man spoke with a soft tone.
"Can't you see what he did to me? I'm all taped up!" I couldn't help but let out a bit of frustration.
"Yes, I see. We must get you out of this predicament. Ben will you come here." the man called out and his voiced vibrated through space, meaning wherever I was, it was big.
"Y-yes?" Ben answered. He sounded a lot like my father…
"Dad?"
"How about we get you out of all this tape then we can all talk alright? Sound good?"
Then for the next few minutes which felt like hours the two men set to unraveling all the tape that Dave used to bind my legs and arms. I yelped every time they pulled a strand off for they also pulled some hair off with every piece.
"Welcome, Jason, to my lab." after having the blind fold removed I could see who was talking- Mr. Que from school, dressed in black with a white over coat and my father wearing the same attire standing right next to him.
"Dad? Why are you here?"
"Your father is working for me. If you would like I will give you a tour of what your father, Dave, and I have been working on." Mr. Que motioned for my father to move ahead of him.
Mr. Que moved beside my father and whispered something in his ear. Next thing I hear a heavy clash of metal hitting metal and hundreds upon hundreds of giant bright as the sun lights explode light over a an underground facility.
"What is this place? It's well half the size of Toronto!"
"I told you my boy, it's my lab. Now look down there and tell me what you see."
As I moved to the edge of the platform I noticed staircases on either side of this thing, and my father just standing in the shadows silent as the wind.
The facility was huge to say the least. Giant human sized test tubes were filled with bluish green water. The closer I tried to focus the more I began to notice; people were in those glass tubes, more men with white overcoats wondered around with clip boards scratching things down.
"What kind of experiments do you do in this lab?" I felt kind of scared, angry, and goose bumps flowed over my body but nonetheless, I was intrigued.
"I was waiting for you to ask that, follow me." Mr. Que said making a giant grin. I could see my father in the background shaking his head at the ground.
I followed behind Mr. Que, staring more at the short steel steps then taking in my surroundings. From what I could hear, besides the sound of my own footsteps, were a many more hurried footsteps and much moaning- or gurgling.
"Sir! Sir." a man in black and a white overcoat exclaimed running up to Mr. Que in a huff.
"Yes? Yes? What means do you have for interrupting me?" Mr. Que said very impatiently.
"Number-25 has escaped." the man sounded scared as he said this.
"What?" Mr. Que yelled. He grabbed the scientist and shook the life out of the man, leaving him pale and weak after the storm or forced seizures. Next Mr. Que waddled quite briskly among the rows of giant human chambers full of green water.
The huge circular chambers were made of very thick glass and held one person, each drowned in clear green water with a barrage of air bubbles fighting to find the surface. Stuck to supposed front of the chamber was a onyx colored slate with the person's name, age, date of birth-and death, a digital clock ascending and another clock descending. The person inside was more or less nude; with the exception of undergarments.
"Jason." my father gripped my shoulder and forced me around to face him.
"Dad? What's going on here? Why are these people in these chambers?"
"Jason. Run; run now before it's too late. Go now, I left the door unlocked for you."
"Dad…"
"Go! I'll hold off Que before he realizes you're gone." So that's what I did.
My brain wasn't working. It was like all time had slowed down to a stop, besides Mr. Que's angry yells and his scientists pitiful apologies in the background. My father stood in front of me telling me to run and get out of here. But why? Will I ever find any kind of straight answer in this upside down world that I've been forced into?
"I will see you tonight. Now go!" he gave me one final shove and I made my choice: run.
No one stood in my way; as everyone that worked in this human playing God lab were cowering at their bosses feet begging for forgiveness. The distance from where I stood before Mr. Que ran off to where the stairs stood was only about twenty yards, yet in this situation the distance felt like running a football field. The closer I came to the metal stairs the dimmer the yelling of Mr. Que became, which relieved me as my only goal at this second in life became getting away from that man who played God in this place.
Slamming the door behind me I stopped to take a breather. The damp disgusting smell of the alleyway flooded my nostrils making it harder to calm my breathing.
"Hey!" someone yelled to my right. The bright sun above blinded me before I could get a glimpse of who had yelled at me. Thinking Dave might have stuck around to make sure no one, or even me, got out, I bolted in the opposite direction.
The harder I pushed myself the more claustrophobic my heart became. My breath shortened greatly. My legs felt like mush underneath me. My brain clouded.
Jason! It's us, don't run anymore. You're safe now. It was James.
"James?" I said turning around to see if it really was him.
"Yes." and that was Katie's voice!
"Jason, what's the matter?" Richard too!
I dropped against the wall to my left and slid down to a sitting position, once again trying to calm myself.
"Why are you out here all alone and what were you running from?" Richard asked kneeling beside me.
"Get me out of here first." and not a second later I blacked out.
"Guys, he's waking up!" a high pitched croaked yell reverberated throughout my head.
"Be quit Katie, he's probably not going to like you so much for yelling right in his ears…" James said just soft enough so I could hear.
"James is right. Something had him running for his life and pass out, and yelling inches from his face isn't the greatest thing for him when he comes to." Richard had an answer to everything.
"H-hey.. Guys.." Oh the pain surging through my head. Nothing happened in that lab that could possibly make my head pound like this. It felt like my head was a ripped up old building being demolished by dynamite and a wrecking ball.
"If it hurts to speak then be silent. We'll wait until you're ready." then all went quiet.
The silence was golden. A cooling soft rain over my hot swelling brain. I opened my eyes expecting to see three figures sitting somewhere within the place I lay comfortable as a king, and sunlight pouring through my window. I was wrong.
Although the room I lay in a room which was black as the night sky I could still see about seven figures. I noticed about three of them; Richard, James, and Katie. The others I didn't know.
"Jason." an unfamiliar voice spoke.
"Yes?" I said with ease, which surprised me. Maybe it was dark because I had slept since the last time I tried to speak.
"Where do you think you are?"
"I have no idea where I am, but I hope its home."
"You are not at home. You are in the room of a friend of yours and-"
"Why? Whose?" I cut the unfamiliar voice off. Come to think it of it, I couldn't even see the other three figures; they were mere shadows in the darkness.
"Mary Warren has offered to put you up for a few days while we investigate your home." I could see the three figures starting to be distorted which made me guess they were leaving, but I wasn't about to let them go just yet.
"What do you mean investigate my home?"
"You will know in due time. Goodbye." and the figures vanished into the pure darkness.
"What was that about?" I asked to anyone who would answer, although I knew Richard would have an answer.
"Well, to be honest, none of us know. They kind of just came out of nowhere and without warning. Not even I could tell you who they were, but what I can tell you is what they were doing here." he took a long pause before continuing. "Apparently there is some kind of national threat to both humans and creatures of the night. As I've come to know and understand there are a few groups here in the area. A rogue group of vampires, the Covenant- you remember the men in black, no doubt Dave has told the family our whereabouts and are either here or on their way, the specimens your headmaster is so called perfecting, and the invisible people who were just here-there's no doubt in my mind there are more of them. And with all these groups living in the same place the tensions between the groups begin to rise. Also with our family getting involved, I doubt in the slightest that they'll leave everyone else well alone. And then we have you."
"Me?"
"Yes, you. You are a very valuable figure in this whole fiasco."
"From being both vampire and werewolf." I sighed feeling depressed and responsible for some of what has been happening.
"Precisely, and I'm sure you're wondering why."
"I am, but not really all that worried right now. What I am worried about is where mom and dad are; if I'm here, and the house is being "investigated" where are they? And why was dad working in Mr. Que's lab, or if that was a clone, where is my real dad?"
"Your mother is staying in my room at the hotel. As for your father, I don't know his whereabouts yet."
This was concerning news to me. What if dad was one of Mr. Que's minions, and now I think about it why was Dave working with him too?
"Did you know Dave was working with Mr. Que?"
"He is? That's… very strange."
"Hey, I don't mean to interrupt, but I was wondering if our plans were still happening?" Katie said out of nowhere.
"Ah your adventure into the abandoned house, well that's a question for sleeping beauty here." Richard said.
"What time is it?" I asked, and without warning a curtain was pulled back and light poured into the room revealing three of my friends sitting opposite the end of the bed and Richard to my right. "Thanks for that Richard, could have given me some warning." I covered my eyes with my arm. "So where's Mary?"
"She's downstairs with her mom making some snacks for us." James sounded excited to mention food.
I sat up in the bed and looked out the window. The sun was still bright but on its way down. That didn't really give me a time, but it was better than being stuck in a dark room with no sense of what hour it was.
"Hey." Mary said walking in the room with a platter of crackers, cheese, and little baloney circles. "How are you?" she asked after putting the platter on the end of the bed. James immediately started making little cracker sandwiches.
"Aside from being as confused as I ever could be up to this point, I'm fine."
"James, would you stop being such a fat ass!" Katie said hitting James on the shoulder. I laughed and sat up to make myself a cracker sandwich.
"So James, have you guys already had the scrimmage?"
"Unfortunately. You were nowhere to found this afternoon so we had to go on without you. Coach said he wants you to come to tomorrow's game anyway so he can meet you." James said in between bites.
"I can do that." I agreed with a nod. "Say, I have a question."
"For me?" James asked.
"Yeah, if you guys play soccer as wolves too, how does that work if some of you guys can't morph yet?"
"Well, it's interesting, I'll tell you that." He shoved a whole cracker sandwich in his mouth and continued, "It's a really safe game, mostly played in a closed space underground, kind of like a human's indoor soccer place. Now being safe doesn't include the grudges that develop and the fights that break out, sometimes ending in the death of someone." Everyone stared at James.
"You say wolves kill other wolves?" Richard asked.
"Yes. It doesn't happen a lot, but when it does, there's no stopping them."
"You creatures are just as bad as humans." Richard said laughing.
The next few hours went on like this; eating, talking, and joking. None of us seemed to have any kind of worry whatsoever, just friends and some family sitting around a living room chatting. Why couldn't this be my life; playing soccer, hanging out with friends, and all this vampire werewolf stuff staying within the pages of fiction books?
A phone rang a few times before James dug it out of his pocket. "Hello? You are? Alright, thanks."
"Who was that?" Katie asked.
"That was Mike, he said the rest of the group minus us just got to the house." he answered then looked at me, "And they were wondering when we were going to start heading that way?"
Richard was the one to answer this time. "Well if you decide to still go, I'll come as a precaution."
I nodded at him and stood up. "Well? Let's go summon us some spirits!"
The ride to the abandoned house was rather quiet. We rode in James's car, Katie in front, Mary and I in the back. Every so often I caught Mary looking my way, and I couldn't help but smile. It made me happy that someone liked me, but I had my eyes set on someone else now, although I've only seen her once.
As we pulled up into the graveyard we all kind of moved to the edge of our seats as we saw three giant wolves prowling around a man who stood in a stance ready to attack, or defend himself. When James stopped and we got out, I noticed it was Richard who was being circled. The guys must not remember him.
"Guys, it's okay! He's my uncle!" I yelled running into the circle.
Two of them morphed back to humans, Mike and Brandon. The third one, a light chocolate brown wolf sat down and turned its head at us. I had no idea who this third wolf was, although I could make a guess.
"Is that Noah?" I asked walking over to scratch his head.
"Yeah, he morphed just he noticed your uncle come up." Mike answered, and then looked apologetically at Richard, "Sorry, Richard, we didn't think who you might be. Instinct just took over, you understand?"
Richard nodded and shaking his hands at Mike, "It's quite all right."
"Awe, Noah is such a cute looking wolf!" Katie squealed running up to him and putting his head.
"So can we do this with him being a wolf?" James asked.
"We should be able to. As long as he's able to blow out his candle, doesn't matter who lights it." Mary answered.
After this confrontation we made our way into the house, Richard staying outside for protection in case an undesirable person shows up. The house was very run down; pieces of wood making up the walls had holes rotting away in them, the doors were either blasted inward or just anywhere to be seen, and dust covered everything whether it could be seen or not.
The stairs gave us the most excitement. I didn't know if Noah quite knew how to speak through his mind yet or not, because he pushed us out of his way before we headed up the stairs, he wanted to go first. Half way up the stairs his front paws struck a weak board and he almost fell through if Mike and Brandon hadn't grabbed a hold of him. He then jumped to the top and looked around just as the rest of us had helped each other over the new hole.
We made base in a far room to the right of the stairs. When Katie opened the curtains the moon shone brightly into the room. "It's a full moon guys."
"Really, why didn't we notice it on the way here?" James asked.
"Well there are a bunch of clouds out there, so maybe that's why." Katie answered taking a candle from Mary and sitting down.
The seven and us sat in a circle holding our candles, but something didn't feel right. "Aren't we suppose to have more people for this?" I asked remembering what Mary had said at the barbeque a few days ago, "We light 13 candles…."
"Well usually light thirteen, but seeing as how not everyone could make it, I'm guessing, we have seven." Mary answered.
"Of course, because thirteen is an evil number and seven being a good number, it should still work right?" Brandon pointed out.
"So I'm thinking. So who's going first?" Mary asked to the group.
"I have a good story." James announced. "It's rather graphic so if any of you are squeamish," he nudged Brandon's arm, "You might want to not listen."
"Oh shut up, James. Just tell the damn story." Brandon blurted shoving James back.
"Okay, okay." James made a fake coughing sound as if to clear his throat but stopped when he realized no one was laughing. "Well it's an urban legend, but it's still a good story. There was once this guy who was diagnosed to be insane and was to be taken into custody before he could do anymore damage.
"When his psychiatrist came back into his office though, his patient was gone; jumped out the window on the third floor. The psychiatrist could only guess he was headed home, but when he picked up the phone in his office the patient popped out from under the desk with a pair of scissors."
"Did he kill the psychiatrist?" Katie asked clenching her candle.
"Yes, Katie, he slit the psychiatrists throat." He paused to see Katie squeal slightly. "Now, the patient left the building before the police could show up, and headed home. Once there he murdered his whole family, no one knows why, but he did.
"Now before he could flee the scene, a bunch of cops got him. He was shut in jail for the rest of his life, or say they thought. He broke out about five years later and hid in the woods outside Toronto. One night, much like tonight actually, a group of teenagers went on an adventure into the woods and found a small hut with smoke coming from the chimney. These teenagers decided they were going to hunker down for the night and maybe even have some "fun". A few weeks later, a hiker found four bodies skinned and hanging from the side of the house."
"Did he go to the police?" Katie asked.
"No, he thought they were some kind of animal native to the area."
"Damn, that was more boring than playing checkers with my grandmother!" Brandon joked punching James in the arm.
"Oh really, well lets here you tell better!" James yelled even though Brandon was right next to him.
"Okay, so have you guys heard about the surgeon who invited people over for dinner?"
"Was he the one who would tie people down to the table and practice his surgery on them?" Mike asked.
"You just had to ruin it didn't you, Mike!" Brandon yelled at him. The rest of us laughed.
The next hour or so went generally the same, and when the last person told their story, minus Noah and me, we all blew out our candles. For the next few minutes we all kind of stared at each other in confusion on whether something was going to happen or not.
The moonlight poured through the glass panes and an unknown wind suddenly swept through the room. The windows flew open and slammed into the walls, the glass breaking on impact. A black kind of vapor swirled in the middle of our circle until it took on a human shape with red eyes.
"Jason." It said.
Everyone looked at me in bewilderment. No one knew what was happening, least of all me.
"Y-Yes?"
"Do you recognize my voice?" it asked.
Recognize its voice? What the hell was that suppose to mean?
"You know what it means. Remember!"
I searched my mind for any answer to what this thing was asking from me. Do I remember a voice? A voice! It's not dads, nor Mr. Que's, or even Dave's…
Wait!
"Yes, that's right. You know now."
The voice that spoke to me a few times when I first moved here!
"And you now know what you are, as well as accepted it. I can sense you have made friends with similar breeds, but you are different from-"
"I somehow have vampire in me too, I know."
"Precisely, and by now I think you also have an idea of what is to come in the near future, but not entirely the immense power which will be brought down upon your front door."
"My family wants to kill me, and I'm sure Mr. Que is on my ass now."
"You are right, but at a loss for knowledge. There are more groups along with your principal and family that will rise against one another."
"Are you implying a war of some kind?"
"Yes, and I am also here to give you my power that will increase your chances of survival."
"Wait, there's going to be-"
"Jason, I've told you what I know. Now I will shroud you in my spirit until your body absorbs my power in its entirety, then you may return to your friends."
Before I could ask what he meant by return to my friends, the swirling darkness wrapped itself around me. It felt like gravity itself was pressing down on me, and I could feel a cool sensation in every one of my billions of pores. Seconds later I flew backwards hitting the wall. My body was stretched like a starfish and I looked toward the ceiling moaning in pain as the last of the darkness was absorbed.
I opened my eyes to see Katie, Mary, and James crouching just a few inches away. Mike and Brandon were in the background holding onto Noah, who was growling like he'd seen a lion. Richard floated in through the window a few seconds later.
I had no idea what was going on, or what had just happened for that matter. All I know that I was slumped into a wall with my friends staring at me like I was some kind of freak. Did what just happen, really happen? And why did it?
My head throbbed as if someone was beating on my skull with a sledgehammer. I shut my eyes and whatever happened after that I would have no knowledge of.
