Kanima
Up, no, down… someone's there! Into the bushes!
"You don't have to run anymore… I know you're afraid."
Get closer.
"We're really the same. Just looking for a friend."
Get closer. Friend….
Jackson
I woke up and I was in my room. I must have changed last night in my sleep. That's the only thing that explains how I don't remember anything. It's Saturday so I'm going to pick up Chrissy. We're supposed to be going hiking. It's not really my thing but she wants to see the flowers and animals along the trail so we're going. I felt a little strange though… really strange.
When I got to the vet's office I went inside. Scott was at the front desk. The strange feeling came back, though it wasn't Kanima strange. It was something else…something worse. It was like I being pushed into the backseat of my own mind and body. I could only watch. Somebody else was speaking for me.
"Jackson, picking up Chrissy?"
"Yeah."
"You feeling okay? You look a little peaked."
"I'm just fine."
He gave me a sideways glance and I wanted to yell out for help but I couldn't. Chrissy came out and washed her hands, and then she gave me a kiss. I returned to myself.
"Hey, you. Are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah… I am."
Scott looked at me strangely when he came to the front. I looked back at him and I mouthed "help" before I lost control of my body again.
Chrissy
The hike has been fun. The flowers are pretty, the animals are cute and the wind is blowing so it's not really that hot but I can tell it'll be storming later.
After a few hours walking the through woods, over bridges and through gorgeous plant life we came to rest at a little clearing. I had packed a picnic in my tote so I set it up. Jackson didn't help and he was slow to sit once I had everything set up. He was quiet today and acting weird. He didn't talk much, he didn't smile either. In fact if it were possible you'd think he was some kind of robot.
"Are you sure you're okay? You're acting strange."
"I'm fine!" he yelled.
"You know what, now I know what your problem is. You've come down with a case of asshole fever apparently."
"I'm an asshole?"
"Yes."
I got up, grabbing my things and I started walking. He caught up to me and grabbed me by the wrist. I felt wetness running down it and into my palm. I looked down and I was bleeding. He had claws, though not venomous ones, dug into my arm.
"Jackson… you're hurting me!"
"Shut up! You wanted me, huh? Well this is me."
The claws went in deeper.
"This is what I am. You're so stupid. You should have run for the hills when you found out what I was."
"Jackson, stop it."
"But what did you do?"
"Jackson!"
"You opened your legs like a common whore."
His eyes changed. I knew he was changing so I punched him in the nose. He let go of me and I ran, as fast as I could and I got lost…quickly. The forest was full of sounds and movement and things only got louder as the sun got lower and the sky grew darker and cloudier. I was lost in the woods and to make matters worse... I had no signal on my phone and it started to pour down rain. The wind was now cold and it seemed like the entire forest floor had been turned into a swamp. To top it all off my wrist hurt like hell. Though, not at much as my heart.
When I made it to the main road I could have cried for relief. I started walking, not really sure which way town was. I just found comfort in knowing that somebody might possibly see me. While I was walking a car drove by… it stopped and I realized it was my uncle's. I got in.
For a few seconds things were quiet but not for long.
"Jackson's in trouble." He said.
"What do you mean?"
"Chrissy you should know that I know everybody about the strange population here."
"You know about wer…"
"Yes. Our family is like an advisor and friend of the Hales and others."
"Do mom and dad know? Does Missy know?"
"Missy does. Your parents don't. I was the chosen advisor… my father picked me to pick up the responsibility and Chrissy… I'll choose you."
"Okay, this is weird. I still don't see what this has to do with Jackson."
"About a year ago a werewolf, Peter Hale."
"Let me guess, he was Derek's dad."
"His uncle… he was killed, Derek had to do it. He was out of control and murderous. He's who turned Scott. Anyway, a few days ago Derek went missing. I helped Missy look for him and when we found him he was passed out in the old Hale house and the place where Peter Hale was buried was empty."
"So somebody took his body?"
"No… he's come back from the dead. We think he might be the new Kanima master."
Well fuck me….
We went to my uncle's office and he told me more about our strange family history. It was fascinating and scary at the same time. What did I really know about all this stuff? These creatures of the night and what not? How could I advise them and help them? What if they tried to kill me! What if they broke my heart?
After my wrist was patched up my uncle took me home. I told my parents that I'd fallen in the woods and needed to be patched up. They didn't ask too many questions. Like I've said, they don't really care.
I showered and the mud and dirt from me being lost all washed off and went down the drain. After words I got into my fluffiest pair of pajamas and I lay in bed crying. I knew I felt hurt but I didn't know what else to feel. This was one big fucking stinking mess!
Jackson
It hurt me saying those things to Chrissy, not that I was really saying them. Whoever controlled me was saying them and all I could do is watch as it hurt her mentally and emotionally. It took everything I had not to change completely and follow her. It was the most painful thing I've ever experienced.
Things like this make me hate this side of me even more. I'm a creature of servitude. Always looking for a master and always looking for instruction. I just wish again, that I'd never asked for the bite and then I wouldn't be what I am.
