Hey guys what up? No? Okay I'll never do that again. Anywhore I'm having to much fun writing this story but I still can't decide who put Christa with, so please oh god please help me by taking the poll. I don't have anything else to say so I guess we can get to the story now.
I stared at the calm waters of the small creek, I was trying to focus on the movement of the water in an attempt to calm myself down, but it wasn't working. Why would someone kill Allen's parents? I mean they were clean, hadn't had a taste of human blood in over five or so years. So why kill them? I just didn't make any sense.
Flash back- earlier that night-
After Allen had told us that his parents where dead Lou almost had a panic attack. Though I really didn't care about her, I was more worried about my cousin then her stupid ass. She lied to me any way, this is all probably her fault.
"Why were they killed?" I asked him.
"I don't know?" Allen looked down at the ground and shuffled his feet.
"What happened?" He looked up at me and frowned.
"We were having diner, raw cow meat and fresh cow blood, and don't worry they were are own cows. Then in the middle of prayer there was a knock on the door. My father got up to see who was here, but the second he opened the down he was rushed down by a hunter. Me and my mother moved quickly, we through the hunter off dad and ran up stairs. Though we were quickly stopped by another hunter. He was bigger and stronger then the last one, he decapitated my father with easy and sent me and my mom rolling down the stairs. Enraged by her dead mate my mother attacked the hunters, she killed the smaller one but the larger one dispatched her with haste. When I was the only one left I could think of only one thing and it wasn't to stay in fight. No, I ran, and I'm not ashamed of it, just so you know." I stared Allen in the eyes, the tears rolled quickly down his face and in return made me cry. I quickly moved to comfort him, pulling him into a tight embrace.
"Allen, everything is going to be okay. We're here for you." Allen cried into my shoulder for about 20 minutes before he finally stopped. I always appreciated men who cried. I never saw it as weakness, I saw it as strength which it was. "Now where do you want to sleep tonight it's getting late and we can talk more tomorrow."
I moved closer to the edge of the water and looked into it. I wanted to see my reflection, but what I saw was not that. Who I saw in the water couldn't be me I mean, she has white eyes and killer sharp teeth. Her hair was short and black, and her skin was paler then the full moon. She couldn't be me could she.
"That's who your really are Christa." I turned around so quick I almost fell into the cold water, but didn't thanks to my amazing balance. When I looked around I noticed a woman, she had long black fading white hair, matching white eyes, and pale ass skin. The woman from before but she was wearing a black dress this time, and it wasn't torn to hell.
"You're that woman, the one that talked to me that night when I fought the hunter." She nodded her head and walked over to me.
"Yes I am."
"Then you're not real." She stopped mid-step and glared at me. She looked hurt like I had just said something very offensive. She sat down on the ground next to me and placed a hand on my shoulder, she was so cold.
"I'm real, I'm very real Christa." I looked at her and then looked down at the water, I could she her reflection, so either I'm good at this or she is real. I rather like to think I'm not insane, so I'm going to go with the later. She took her hand off me and pulled something out of the pocket in her dress. I want a dress with pockets, like please. She pulled out a small leather bag that seemed to be dripping red liquid.
"What is that?" She looked at the bag then looked back up at me.
"It's a present, for you." I held out my hand and let her put the bag in my hand. I instantly regretted taking the bag when the feeling of the gooey liquid on my hand was acknowledged. I kept my hands and the bag away from my body, not wanting any of it on my clothes. The women and black reached over and pulled the small string that held the bag close. When she had the string off the bag opened up and revealed it's contents. Human flesh, the smell was undeniable and unmistakable. I smelt it all the time when I visited Allen's uncle, from his fathers side. They still drank human blood, but they only drank that of those who were dead. They didn't feel the need to have a weakness to it. Unnecessary to say the least. They were hunters and they didn't want to be stopped by a little dead men's blood.
"What is this for?" She smiled at me and used her pointer and thumb to pick up the flesh and held it in front of my face like a mother does to her child.
"Open your mouth." I shook my head.
"No that is wrong." She frowned but quickly smiled again, she pushed her hand closer to my mouth. "No."
"It will make you strong, your body needs it. That's why you are transforming with out consent." I stared at her and she stared back at me. "Eat up." When I refused again she shoved her hand up and used her thumb to pry open my mouth. Then she shoved the flesh down my throat. I choked and tried it get it out but she made sure I ate it all. After it was down my throat she let go of me and I instantly tried to throw up, but it was no use, my body wasn't letting go of that flesh. Was she right? Did I really need that flesh? "See? Your body wont let go of it because it needs it. Now stand up." I stood up as she asked, I don't know why I listened to her to easy, I just did. Like it was natural or something.
"Why do I need to eat human flesh?" She smiled at me and then pointed back at the creek. I followed her finger and looked into the water, and there it was, I saw it again. Me with black hair and white eyes. It reminded me of something but I couldn't place my finger on it. "Who are you?" When I looked back up at the woman I was met with nothing. I was alone, she was gone just like that. I let out a sigh and stood up, I dusted myself off and turned on my heels, and headed back home.
The next day I was awoken with Allen staring right at me, like he was sitting at the end of my bed and he was just staring at me. Boy did it freak me the fuck out, I mean I screamed louder then I've screamed in my entire life. And I have screamed a lot.
"Allen! What the cupcake?" He smiled and laughed at my childish replacement for hell. I jumped out of bed and walked over to my wardrobe and opened it violently. I thumbed through my clothes until I found a dress, it was black with skulls all over it, and the top of the chest area was made with lace and so was the entire back. I set the dress on one of the door and then went to get undressed. I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it onto the floor along with my shorts.
"Here." Allen came up behind me and handed me my bra. I took it and thanked him quickly then put it on. I reached up and took my dress off the door. I put it on and allowed Allen to zip it up for me. Calling him Allen was getting annoying, I needed to give him a nickname. Ally? No, too girly. Al, yeah that will work. For now that is. I went to move to my dresser but I was stopped by Al. He had already thought ahead of me. He was already brushing my hair for me. Like he did when I was little, he always felt the need to watch over me and help me out, like a big brother event though I already had one.
"Why do you always feel the need to do this?" He didn't answer me, he just continued to brush my hair. I sighed and stepped away from Allen. I walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Once I was finished and I returned to my bedroom I found Allen kneeling on the ground with my boots next to him. "You really need to stop this." I shrugged and sat down on my bed, allowing the fool to put on my socks and shoes.
"Christa must you insist on asking so many questions." I shrugged and stood up seeing as my shoes where on and zipped up. I walked to my door and hurried down the steps, and of course Al beat me to the bottom. Stupid vampire speed. I stepped past him and walked over to the door but was stopped by Allen again. God, will he ever just leave me be? "You're not going to eat." I laughed and picked up my newly fixed book bag. Lou must've fixed it after I left with Derek.
"I rarely eat before school Allen, haven't sense the 3rd grade."
"Why?" I rolled my eyes and flung my bag over my shoulders.
"Just haven't had the time I guess?" He frowned and pointed at the clock that hung above the door.
"You have time today." I shook my head and got my keys off of the coat rack.
"No, I have to make up a test that I missed a few days ago." He frowned and I rolled my eyes while I shoved my keys into my pockets. "So are you going to enrol into school again or you gonna get a job?" He looked up and shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't really want to go through high school again." I smiled and reached for the door handle.
"Well better find a job soon then." I looked back at him and smirked. "You may be family, but that doesn't mean we are gonna let you stay here for free." I patted his shoulder before turning on my heels and exiting the house. Closing and locking the door behind me. I looked over at the drive way and groaned, the truck was gone. That means I have to walk. I groaned once more while I made my way to the side walk.
The walk to school was uneventful, other then I got to see someone get mugged. Did I help? No. I have to much to do and not enough time, no one got hurt though so that's a plus. I walked through the school parking lot when I noticed something strange. A nice car. Like a really nice car, and it was a student's, but who else was at school this early. If it was a teacher I would understand but dude, it's 6:30 am! I made my way into the school and down the halls and that's when it happened again. I was forcefully pinned against the wall. I am really getting sick of this!
"You're Christa right?" Is that Jackson? I squirmed in the man's grip but didn't want to hurt him so I couldn't use to much force and, okay what I'm saying here is that without hurting Jackson I can't get out of this mess. Sue me.
"Jackson? Is that you?" His grip loosened for a millisecond but return to it's tightness in a flash.
"Shut up. I need to ask you something, and tell you something." I chuckled and rolled my eyes.
"Okay then. Amuse me Jacky." He growled and pushed my face harder into the cold lockers.
"I know what your are Christa, you're a Werewolf!" I hissed and pushed myself away from the lockers but not out of his grip. "Are you not?!" He yelled at me.
"Yes Jackson I'm a werewolf." He let out a sigh of release and I scrunched up my face in confusion.
"Then you can help me." I turned around this time, getting out of the submissive position.
"With what?" He grabbed my wrist and dragged my down the hall and into the boys bathroom. "Dude! I can't go in there!" He groaned and pulled me in anyway's. Once we were in he let go of my wrist and stood by one of the sinks. "Well now that we are in here, are you gonna tell me what's wrong?" I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall, next to the paper towel.
"I didn't change." I tilted my head and raised an eyebrow. "I'm not getting stronger, I'm not turning all I'm doing is leaking." I coughed and covered my mouth with a hand to silence my laughter.
"Leaking?" He nodded and I laughed under my breath again. I can't help it that sounds, weird you know. Like the fuck. "Sorry to tell you but I'm not a doctor so I can't help you with your, 'leaking'." Jackson shook his head and slammed his hand against the wall.
"Not like that you idiot. It's like blood, from every where and it doesn't stop." I stared at him. Blood? He's leaking blood? That's fricking crazy! Who the fuck leaks blood after they get bit? "Now do you know why it's happening?" I shook my head and shoved my hands into my pockets.
"I don't know exactly, but I have an Idea." Jackson let out a sigh and even a smile crept on his face. "Don't feel safe yet, because if I'm right it is not good." Jackson glared at me, I don't know why it's not like it's my fault that this is happening to him. Jackson opened his mouth to say something, but before he could speak the bell rang and that meant I missed my make up test. In a fit of anger I raced out of the bathroom and headed to my maths class so I could apologize for missing my make up.
The first three hours of they day went by rather slow, to slow if you ask me. Though when the bell rang for lunch I didn't head for the lunch room, I had work to do. Had to figure out why Jackson was, 'leaking'. Ugh, that word makes me feel weird, like moist does. Blah. I made my way to the library and went all the way to the back before I sat down and got comfy. I sat down and pulled a thick book out of my bag, my bestiary. It was old and fragile, the papers look like the were stained with coffee and the spine was peeling away. We've had this book forever, been passed down on my fathers side, dates all the way back to the 13th century. I ran my hand across the spine and whispered a little prayer under my breath before I opened it. I skimmed through the pages and searched for the section on Werewolves. Which was near the end next to Wendigos and Wailers. Stupid Wailers, they never learn just like cats.
Werewolves;
Chapter 1: History
Chapter 2: Bites
Chapter 3: Sub-categories
Chapter 4: Sickness'
I skimmed through and found the section on bites, hopefully there would be something there about Jackson's problem. I speed read through the section till I found something about blood leakage. 'After someone is bit different things could happen, from the body failing to change and the host dying or the host changing into something other then a wolf {for more look at Sub-categories}. One thing that is showing up in hosts more then not is the the body leaking blood. This is a sign that the body is trying to reject the bite. Like an immune system fighting a disease off. This could mean many things but one that is becoming very common is that the host is becoming a Kanima {For more look at Sub-categories}.'
"Oh no." I rubbed my forehead and flipped the page to chapter 3. 'Kanima The master of revenge. The Kanima is a tool, it is used by the Kanima master to help him get his/her revenge. Though the Kanima would kill anyone for their master, they still have a code. To not take the life of an innocent. The Kanima has venom that can paralyse any creature on the planet, but it cannot poison itself or another Kanima.' "Well that's gonna be fun."
"What's gonna be fun." I slammed the bestiary close and snapped my head up to look at who had interrupted my reading. "Sorry I didn't mean to scare you." It was Matt, the fucker.
"Don't worry I was just finishing up." He smiled and sat down in the seat next to me. "What are you doing here, shouldn't you be eating?" Matt smirked and leaned on the table.
"I should be asking you the same thing." I rolled my eyes and slid the old book back into my bag. "What were you reading."
"Harry Potter." I lied. He smirked and looked at me in disbelief.
"Looked a little to big to be Harry Potter."
"It's a special editions, all the books in one." He rolled his eyes and scooted closer to me and I scooted away. We sat there for a few minuets, just staring at each other, and god was it fucking weird. I don't like silence, it creeps me out and makes me feel nervous. Matt's eyes started to travel over my body. Looking me up and down like I was something on display. This guys is so creepy.
"Can I read it?" I scrunched up my face and held my bag close to my chest.
"Well my father gave it to me before he died so I really don't like other people touching it." He tilted his head and his expression went dark. "What?"
"Your father is dead?" I groaned and nodded my head. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to be offensive." His shoulders got tight and he hung his head in grief. Dammit! I let out a sigh and placed one of my hands on Matt's shoulders.
"Don't worry. I'm fine, I got over it a while ago." Matt smiled at me before he stood up quickly.
"Excuse me, I have to go." I watched him leave and it made me feel sick, the feeling of him walking away brung up unwanted memories of the night that this all started. It reminded me of watching Chloe walk away and me doing nothing to stop her. Why is this happening to me? Why did that night happen, why did those Wendigos attack, and why in the hell did we even move here. To start over? To give ourselves a new beginning? Why in the hell did we move away from my only lead. It was the only thing I had to help me find my fathers killer. At least that is what I used to think, until I saw that man in the house last night. Allen doesn't like him and neither do I. He just spells bad news for me and my entire family. Maybe it's better this way? That's what Victor says but he doesn't know how wrong he is.
"Christa?" I pun around so fast I fell over in my chair and hit the ground. "Whoa, sorry." I groaned in pain and rolled over off the chair. I looked up at my murder and almost had a heart attack. It was Stiles.
"What the hell Stiles?" He smirked and held out his hand, which I took gratefully. He helped my up and I picked up the chair. "Sorry, I just that with your super hearing and smelling you would have noticed me coming." I turned around and placed my hand on his rather, firm chest. Wow I did not expect that. He is way more muscular then he looks like what the fuck.
"Christa?" I stepped back and blushed, looking down at the ground in attempt to hide it. "So what were you and matt talking about?" I shook my head and let out a shaky sigh before looking back up at Stiles.
"He wanted to know what I was reading."
"What were you reading?" I looked at Stiles then back down at my bag. I leaned over and pulled out the old book and held it out to him.
"My bestiary, been past down in the family for generations." Stiles took the book and opened it to a random page, which I guess might be about mutilation or something else gory because he closed it right away. "It has documents on pretty much everything supernatural in this entire world. Anything you may need or want to know you will find it there in that there book." Stiles laughed and handed me back the novel.
"Got a little southern there didn't ya." I giggled before I put the book back in my bag. Why does this boy know just what to say to get me in a good mood. "Derek told me you had a blood sucker at your house." I looked up at Stiles and raised a brow. "Is he dangerous?" I picked up my bag and put it on.
"I though you and Derek weren't on good terms." He nodded his head and rubbed his chin in thought.
"Yeah we are, which is why I'm so worried he had the need to tell me that you were hanging out with a Vampire." I rolled my eyes and shifted my weight onto one of my legs.
"Shouldn't you be doing something for Scott right now, looking for someone?" Stiles raised his brows and stepped backwards.
"So your ears do work." I nodded quickly before I walked away and headed for the door. "Well see ya then." I rolled my eyes and headed down the hall to my next hour. Which was English, with Isaac. Though he probably wont be there. A shame really, he seems like a nice kid. Same with Matt, just wish we could have a normal conversation for once.
I headed for the exit quickly not wanting to run into the pack or Jackson, both would be crap right now. And God must be on my side right now because I ran into neither, thank fuck. My brother was already in the truck so I didn't need to wait for anyone and risk the chance of anyone finding me. I quickly got into the truck and buckled up.
"Drive." My brother stared at me and I stared back at him. "Are you deaf?" He glared at me and I smirked.
"No, just wondering why you're in a hurry." I rolled my eyes, I've been doing that a lot today.
"Just drive."
"Okay." He pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road heading to...not our house. What the fuck where are we going.
"Victor? Where are we going?" He didn't look at me, flinch, or even answer. He just focused on driving. The hell? "Hey! Answer me!" Still no reply. Okay now I'm angry. I reached over and grabbed the steering wheel, and with a quick and strong pull I made the truck go out of control. We ended up in a ditch, unharmed.
"Christa! What the actual fuck!" He growled at me and quickly go out of the truck, I followed him. He went to the hood and opened it, giving the engine a quick look over to make sure it wasn't fucked up.
"You weren't answering me."
"So you drove us into a ditch, you could have ruined the truck!" I crossed my arms over my chest and huffed. He looked up at me and clicked his tongue before he shut the hood. "What do you want?"
"Where are we going?" Victor leaned against the truck.
"It's a surprise." I scoffed and shrugged my shoulders.
"Why don't I believe you?" Victor shrugged and cracked his neck. "Oh, okay then. So I'm just supposed to trust you?" Victor frowned and looked at me questionably.
"Well yeah, I'm your brother. Your family, your supposed to trust me."
"I'm finding that kind of hard as of late." He stood up straight and stared me straight in the face.
"Why?" I shrugged and turned around.
"I just have this feeling you and Lou are hiding things from me." Victor grabbed my shoulder and forced me to turn around and look at him.
"If we are it's to protect you, and can you tell me why you're calling mom by her first name?" I grabbed his hand and yanked it off my shoulder.
"I call her Lou because she is not my mother, she may be yours but she's not mine. And maybe if you sit and think about it you'll see that hiding things from me is putting me in more danger then if you told me." Victor growled and pulled his hand away. "Maybe it's true, maybe our family depends on betrayal." Victors face altered in the matter of second, from worried and a little upset to full on anger. He pulled his hand back, raised it high and then brung it down backhanding me across the face, and throwing me into the dirt.
Hey guys it's me! I was just wondering if you like the idea of Christa's family being hunters? I like it so you know, but still I want to know what you guys think of the story so far. Comment please! Till next time guys!