Chronicles of Life and Death
By: Lord-Squirrel
Chapter Four: Resurrection
"Damn it Irma! You could've helped us!" Mark scowled and scanned the cemetery again from his position in a tree. There was no one there so he jumped out of the tree. His ears picked a up a sound that no human ears could pick up, it was so quiet that his werewolf ears barely heard it, or possibly muffled.
Underground
Irma's eyes fluttered open. She wasn't in the woods she knew that much. That means the vampire got Hay-Lin! Irma sat up quickly and her head banged against some sort of wall. Irma groaned and rubbed her sore head. She was in a coffin or something but why would anyone think she was dead? The last thing she remembered was fighting Damien.
Flashback
Damien flew off deeper in the woods, in the general direction that Hay-Lin went in. Irma chased after him but he had a head start and he didn't have to bother with dodging branches and roots. Irma tripped over a root. Irma swore and pushed herself up and gasped.
Her hands were unusually hairy, furry even. Her clothes seemed really tight now. She ignored it and began running again. "Didn't I pass this already?" Irma thought aloud. "Damn it I did! I've been running in circles! I lost him!" Irma yelled and punched the tree. She felt a pain in her back. She ran a hand down her back and noticed that her spine was a lot longer. All of a sudden the tree didn't seem as tall.
Irma howled as her bones grew longer and fur began to grow all over her body. Her hands and feet turned into paws and she saw claws grow from her hands. The woods didn't seem so dark anymore or unfamiliar. She could smell a lot of new things like ashes from their campfire and the beef ramen they had eaten. It had rained a couple of days ago, Irma could smell it.
There was one smell in peculiar that caught Irma's attention. It was coppery to say the least, almost like blood. Exactly what Damien had smelt like. Irma ran in the direction that it was coming from. It stopped. Irma looked up and saw a bat flying overhead. She quickly hid behind a tree.
The bat landed and transformed into Damien. "Wrong move vampire." she said. She almost yelped at how strange and unfamiliar her voice sounded. He turned around and gasped. "How is this possible? It's nowhere near full moon in Heatherfield!" he yelled. She swiped her paw at him and sent him flying into a tree.
She walked up to him holding the wooden stake. She swung it down at Damien's heart. He rolled away at the last second and came behind her. "What the-" he put a hand over her mouth 'God! His hand tastes like blood.' then a searing pain in her neck and darkness.
End flashback
"Okay either I break the coffin open and have dirt crush me to death or die of lack of oxygen. They both sound soo good." Irma said sarcastically. Then there was a pounding from above which Irma found out were footsteps. Each footstep was like a miniature earthquake. Irma sighed in relief as they stopped and then there was a really loud one. Then a really weird scraping.
Over ground
Mark's muscles strained and burned at the effort they were put through "Who the hell puts concrete in a grave anyway?" Mark said through gritted teeth. He leaned against the shovel which was stuck in the dirt. He had to use his claws to dig through the concrete which he thanked God wasn't fully hardened and pray that his newly manicured... err sharpened claws didn't break.
He finally reached the coffin. He reached down to open it when it swung open and smashed into Mark's face. Irma walked out and breathed her first breath of fresh air since the woods. Mark pushed the coffin door off his face and crept behind Irma in full werewolf form.
Irma turned around and saw Mark pressing a wooden stake against her throat. "State your business in the world of the living Vampire" he snarled. 'What does he mean by vampire? 'Irma thought. "Jeez Mark first you say I'm a werewolf now you call me a vampire. Won't you make up your mind?" Irma joked nervously. Mark snarled.
"Okay look wolf-boy if I were a vampire would I be able to do this?" she pulled out an extra stake she brought out of her jacket and cut her cheek. There was an awkward pause as blood seeped out of it. "Awww! What was the point the point of doing that?" Irma cried out in pain.
Mark laughed and transformed back into a human. He ripped off a strip of his already tattered tank top and gave it to Irma to wipe off the blood. "Don't worry about it Irma we werewolves have special regeneration skills." Mark said. Irma pulled the clothe away from her cheek and ran her fingers over the spot where the wound was and found that it was gone.
"Come on I want to show you my friends. Something tells me we're going to be together for a long time." Mark said laughing. He led her to an alley not so far away where a travel trailer was parked. He knocked on it. Two knocks, a short pause then four knocks. A girl their age answered.
She was an average height for a girl their age and had blonde hair that ended just at her shoulders. She also had hazel eyes which were hidden behind a pair of glasses. She was wearing a purple long sleeved shirt and jeans. "Oh hey Mark you're back from your 'prior engagements' I see. Who's your friend?"
"My name is Irma Lair. And you are... "Irma said. She held out a hand for her to shake. "Jenny. Nice to meet you." she replied. She shook her hand. Irma noticed that she had the same cresant moon tattoo that Mark had on the back of her hand.
"Come in so you can meet my sister." Jenny said. She led them to the kitchen where a girl that was most likely Jenny's twin sister was sitting. She also had blonde hair but it was a darker shade and it was shorter ending at her neck and she also had hazel eyes. She had a more athletic build then Jenny and was wearing a green shirt and green pants.
"Finally you're back Mark what took you so long? Oh and whose the new kid?" she called over her shoulder lazily. "Maddy this is the girl I've been telling you about. You know the girl I met at the club and accidentally bit. Her name is Irma." Mark replied. Irma offered a hand to the girl who almost crushed it.
"Well now that we're all here let's get this show on the road." Maddy yelled taking the position in the driver's seat. Mark took front passenger while Jenny gave Irma a tour of the trailer. She led her up to a 'room' with four sleeping bags on the floor and a lot of junk every where else.
"This is our sleeping quarters and crap storage room as Mark likes to call it." Jenny said. Irma laughed and plopped one a blue sleeping back that was probably for her and closed her eyes. "You know I can tell you're not sleeping. Your breathing is normal, rushed even." Jenny said though her eyes never left the book she was reading.
Irma opened a lazy eye. "I wasn't pretending to sleep I was trying to go to sleep. The whole being bitten by a vampire and dying then being resurrected thing made me tired." she said yawning to prove her point. Jenny shut her book, it wasn't that interesting anyway. "But that would make you a-" "A vampire? No. Blood doesn't flow form a vampires body right? Well I cut myself and there was as sure as hell blood. I even had the cut to prove it before it mysteriously vanished. I'm a werewolf. "Irma said cutting Jenny off.
"If you're a werewolf and you were bitten by a vampire and lived... or died then came back to life that would mean you're a werepire, a werewolf/vampire hybrid." Jenny said shocked. Irma opened both eyes now and her full attention was on Jenny "A what!" she exclaimed.
Jenny sighed "A werepire is a person who was originally werewolf or a vampire and was bitten by the opposite race. They have senses and abilities like strength, speed ect. far beyond those of a werewolf or a vampire. In their werepire form they are a werewolf with giant bat wings with the ability to suck the blood of their victims for additional strength. They can only transform into a werepire during the full moon so until then you're just a regular old werewolf like us. The thing is though the only way you would've survived is if you have a relative or something that was a vampire."
It took a while for Irma's brain to process all of this. "Wait you're a werewolf!" she exclaimed. Jenny sighed and face palmed. She snapped her fingers and she turned into a werewolf with long blonde hair and a little over seven feet tall. She snapped her fingers again and turned human. "Sweet! Can you teach me how to do that?" Irma said enthusiastically.
"Of course. Come here." she patted a green sleeping bag next to her. Irma walked over to her and plopped down on the green sleeping bag. "Concentrate. Imagine the full moon and, if you can, yourself in werewolf form." Jenny said. Irma nodded and concentrated on an image of the full moon and then of her werewolf form.
That night in the woods she had managed to catch a few glimpses of herself as a werewolf in the occasional river she ran by. She had shaggy honey brown fur, turquoise dog-like eyes, and a lot of muscles. Since she had joined the swim team she still had a lot in human form too. She was about seven foot six in werewolf form she could tell because her head scraped the first branch of a tree that was positioned that high.
She felt her bones grow longer again and fur grow and resisted the urge to howl. She opened her eyes, where she was sitting cross-legged as a human she now sat cross-legged as a werewolf. Jenny giggled, Irma had to resist her predatory instincts that were telling her to attack Jenny, and oddly to eat her. Irma's paw twitched in an attempted to claw Jenny and Irma grabbed it quickly with the other.
Jenny giggled again "Don't worry you'll master control but now I'll tell you how to turn back. This time concentrate on yourself as a human with the moon covered in clouds or something." Irma did so with ease, she had practice from transforming from her guardian form back to her normal form. "First thing in the mourning I'll teach you how to control yourself in werewolf form" Jenny said.
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Mrs. Lair sighed and put the once white sheets in the washing machine. They were nowstained adark red. "It's too bad that all of this blood was put to waste." She said as she put another t-shirt in. For a moment you could see her canines grow larger and pointier in the dimly lighten room, but just for a moment.
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The werepire is in a movie Underworld and in an online game called Adventure Quest but I don't play it anymore so I've never seen one in the game so I made up all that stuff. Werewolves and vampires both have special regeneration ability, that's why the cut healed and disappeared so fast. If it were on Mark or someone else it would've left a scar. This chapter ends part one. Part two is going to take place in Heatherfield with the others. The flashback Irma had was pretty like the one Damien had except from her point of view and more detail.
