Chapter Three:

Victor

I always knew I was different; there were so many traits and many other things that were left unexplained… My Aggression, my pale translucent skin, the blood lust, my abnormal aversion to the sun, and endlessly the eyes, which now seemed to glow in the shadowy realm I now resigned myself. After I found out what I was, I slowly began to understand the responsibilities and the powers I began to possess.

I was born on October the 13th, a truly unlucky day to be sure. I had never had a normal life. I was constantly in fights at school as well as home. We'd moved too many times to count, but I'd first lived in Montana, now...We lived over 50,000 miles away, in the city of Milwaukee, Wisconsin …

It was finally the day of my 15th birthday. I had gotten nothing for I had never wanted anything but to be respected as my older brother had. Getting anything he desired without any hesitation by my parents, and to have others treat me as a superior or at least an equal in society. Unceremoniously, I dragged myself through the day subconsciously hoping for night to fall. I lay down on my bed and turned my rock music on, got back up to lock my door so I wouldn't be disturbed.

That night was spent in agonizing pain, as my body writhed in agony. My body convulsed and shuddered as I felt my body turn cold as if someone locked me into a freezer and left me there to die a cold merciless death.

I can vaguely remember feeling my teeth sharpen, and my vision becoming enhanced. The pains suddenly stopped as I leaped from my bed to stare at my reflection in my small bedroom's window. I had become taller, my hair had changed, it had become longer, but, my teeth I could see nothing wrong with… but I ran my tongue over my teeth experimentally. To my great surprise it pierced my tongue. I tasted the blood as it surged into my mouth. My eyes were shocking; they'd turned from dark blue to solid white.

I felt a new sensation as I backed away from my window. What was it? I couldn't tell whether it was lust for my blood, love, or something truly incomparable to anything found on earth.

I wrenched my window open and crawled out of it, climbing out to face the world as a new superior being. I sniffed the air… It was time to hunt.

* * Six Months Later * *

I remember passing familiar streets, then from town to town, state to state, until I no longer knew where I was anymore. I passed a sign; it proclaimed that I was in the town of West Yellowstone … I had passed through fourteen states on my journey. I then could smell a pleasant scent. Of what I did not know, but I followed it anyways; It guided me to a narrow and enclosed alley on the boundaries of town.

I came upon an old woman walking on the sidewalk. She quickly noticed me and began to come towards me, beginning to scold me for being out past the city's curfew as she neared.

She didn't put up much of a fight, as it seemed to me…But I was new to this time. As I drained her body of blood, I heard a deep and very furious growl from the alley's entrance.

I turned to face whatever creature had come to disturb me during dinner with an infuriated look upon my face. I saw to my great surprise that it was a large wolf, easily twice the size of a typical wolf. It snarled, and bristled its fur, and I hissed at it in return. It began to enclose me in the alley, as if it could stop me and close off any escape. The wind began to blow from out of town as if it came from the national park nearby.

It paused and stated in a fairly deep and sharp voice, "You don't belong here….You need to leave immediately...If I catch you here again I won't be so merciful."

I chuckled at the wolf's command, and said in a threatening tone, "And what is it to you if I don't leave? It's not like you can stop me."

It growled and shook with unadulterated ferocity as it made the first move… it leaped with no hesitation towards me; blade-like teeth exposed and sharp nails. I dodged to the left, punching the beast's side knocking it to a brick building wall on my right. It didn't get up as fast as I had wanted it to. I aimed another quick kick at it but had missed; kicking a large hole in the wall I grumbled angrily. As I pulled free to face the wolf, it scratched me diagonally across my chest. And strangely stopped, sniffing the air and bolted out of the alley. I too smelled a new scent on the wind, it was very mouthwatering and pleasant, similar to blood but even better; I decided to wait at least for one day… Just to make sure it wasn't an ambush. I hurried to a temporary shelter for the rest of the new day

As night came closer, I began to feel impatient for the thrilling action to begin. I was ready for anything to come; I retraced my path, dashing after the wolf's trail but then decided to head down a path much farther west than what the wolf had taken; I plunged into the labyrinth of the surrounding forest.

I slowed, and came upon a strange sight, it was hard to make out what it was at first but then it finally became clear. It was a small brownish wolf sitting like a human with its knees up and head down with folded arms. The posture looked odd and completely ridiculous. In order to get a better look, I took a few instinctive steps forward. I crushed a few pine needles beneath my feet, but as I did the wolf stood up like a human and stared at my general direction.

I took another involuntary step and it began to growl, but its growl was unlike the others. It was lighter, a more radiant resonance. I continued forward and it snarled menacingly and crouched low to the ground. I paused...

It probably sensed that I wasn't coming any closer so it straightened up but continued to stare at me. It tilted its head and took a few steps of it's own towards me; I stayed still as not to set it off.

Then a familiar voice that I'd heard just recently came from behind her…calling a name. It became clear what the voice was saying... It said, "Selena!" over and over again, becoming louder and louder with every call. The wolf turned its head and I saw the same wolf I'd fought with just a few moments ago… I dashed from the wolves hoping he hadn't seen me.

Her name repeated in my mind; I had a feeling she was not a pure-breed of anything. She felt different to me than what I'd felt near the other wolf, and also a bit similar to me… She looked like a werewolf, but, she didn't smell anywhere near the same as the other wolf had. I slowed to a walk and then made up my mind… whatever she was; I was determined to find out. The Wolf that had disrespected me would suffer… I thought of the other wolf, and paused where I was.

It appears that, she is somehow special… A unique treasure or something similar to the strange wolf; but she seemed all too special to belong to a wolf… to me, I would personally had to make sure that the wolf would not have her as long as I still had one last breath in my body.