14 years later
it has been fourteen years now since I have last seen my friends. The day that they got one: kidnapped, and two: they disappeared. Either way, of course I couldn't dwell. Even if I wanted to dwell on it. I couldn't since they were gone and not with me. And besides I had to raise a pup. And boy, is she a handful. We had just moved into a new area of Las Vegas. The wondrous home of booze, gambling, and prostitution. Just the best place to raise a adventurous territorial teenage werewolf, right? Yeah, right. I don't know what I was thinking! She seems happy here, though. I had tried to move her. It didn't work at all. She kicked, screamed, and bite my fucking finger off. At least, thankfully, my body parts grow back. She now works at a bar. With an illegal I.D. of course, otherwise she couldn't work there.
She forgot her lunch today, and I bet she thought that I would be her nanny, and bring it to her. Of course I would, but that is besides the point. I am her practically her mother, I raised her, fed her, even changed her damn diapers. So of course I would bring her lunch, but this is the last time, goddamn it. And I actually have a hangover which is a bitch since I have to go outside. I really shouldn't have had that gallon of absinthe, but it was so damn good. Not that cheap bootleg shit. Before I even thought about going outside I grabbed my sunglasses, to hide my glowing red eyes. I love my eyes but they are a pain in the ass around humans. Stupid beings ignorant of our existence. I started walking down the street, avoiding hookers trying to get my money. I was straight thank you! I looked at the address on my phone that Melanthe texted me. I looked at the building that had the same address. If this was it, someone was going to die painfully. This person was probably Melanthe, or the person who hired her.
I painfully walked toward the strip club's door. This had better not be the place. If this was she is in so much trouble. Grounded for the rest of her immortal life! Or until she dies! I glared at the door handle, hesitant to touch it. Who knows who touched this door and what did hand touch while inside. I grimaced, and gingerly opened it- with my foot. The smell of cheap perfume, sex, and booze wafted into my over sensitive sinuses, nearly making me retch. My left eyebrow twitched, and then I saw something shiny! Which would normally not be a problem, except that this shiny object was a gold pistol aimed point blank at Melanthe's head. I growled demonically, since I was no dog. Not that I had any problems with werewolves, none at all. If I had a problem then I wouldn't have taken in a werewolf. I quickly, but humanly, ran to them. There were humans here, otherwise I would have ran at a demonic speed.
"What the hell are you doing!" I growled at the girl with the amazing leather outfit. I wonder where she got it? Really, that quality of leather is amazing and rare to find. Maybe I can ask, after I pulverize her. Then I pulled out my huge-ass sword and pointed it at her chest cavity. Of course, she put her gun at my head point blank.
"Try it, demon." she snarled at me. Okay, so she wasn't a human; that is good, but now I couldn't peel her flesh form her body and make a salad. Human flesh is the best for salads.
"Maybe I will," I paused and sniffed the air, trying to figure out what she was. "Werevamp!" I exclaimed, because I actually got her scent in this- this filth air. I paused and thought of the only other werevamp I knew. I thought she was the only one. I guess I was wrong; sadly, I don't like being wrong.
"The one and only!" she proudly boasted. I blinked, cocked my head to the side, squinted at her. Then, for all thing unholy, she stuck her nose into my neck and took a very deep breath. She was sniffing me. Why in the nine hells was she sniffing me! Suddenly she put her arms around my waist and- did she just lick my neck? I felt her mouth travel up to my ear lobe. Then her sharp, carnivorous teeth nibbled in a very- very uncomfortable way. While her hands groped my ass. Then I heard this husky whisper. "Kaine, you taste good." I froze, my eye twitching, my mouth slightly open. I was officially and totally freaked out! While this odd female was doing that, I noticed this awesome red leather outfit. I didn't love the outfit, and but the leather was to die for! The girl in it was a stripper, and she looked pissed. As she walked closer, pissed was an understatement, she was on the freakin' warpath. She stormed over to us and grabbed the girl who was all over me. Red, as I nicknamed the girl in red leather, started yelling and shrieking her head off. Black, as I nicknamed the girl in black leather, started blubbering and vomiting up excuses. Then Red started crying and sobbing her head off. I grabbed my head and groaned, my hangover now increased tenfold.
"Look, she's an old friend; I was just playing with her, Vel." I heard her whimper, and I jerked my head to stare at her hard.
"You remember me, right?" She turned to me in desperation. I looked at her face, trying to place it.
"Should I?" I let out a giant, gusty sigh.
"Yes!" She nearly shrieked. "We only worked together for six-hundred and twenty-two years!" It clicked, suddenly and finally. I grinned and let out a girly shriek. Melanthe looked at me like I was a freak, since I usually didn't do girly things since they bugged me so much. I jumped up and down and ran a bit to fast then jumped her. In a friendly type of jump, not the I'm-going-to-kill-you-now-die jump.