Moonlit

Chapter 2

The first thing I thought about as I woke up on the forest floor, covered in dirt and mud, was, Damn, it's bright. I got up, my bones and muscles aching, and looked around. It was difficult to tell where I was, compared to the night before, but I eventually figured that I was still in the area I had turned in. I looked up, and I saw that the raw meat was still hanging; the wolf hadn't reached it.

I found my backpack, quickly getting out my spare clothes and putting them on, my other clothes having been ripped and torn in the process of changing. I put my shoes on, and started stretching out, hoping to lose the aches I had.

I grabbed the sandwich out of my backpack, thankful I remembered to pack it. Anytime the wolf didn't eat, I was starving. I finished the sandwich in a few minutes, and I quickly moved onto the water bottle. After a few sips, and by sips I mean I almost finished the water bottle, I put it back in my backpack, grabbed the pocket knife, and I began climbing the tree again. I reached the meat and cut the rope, letting it fall onto the forest floor. I climbed back down and I began cutting through the raw meat, chopping it into pieces and scattering it. I always did this because it fed the animals, and that way no one would see a huge chunk of meet sitting in the middle of the forest.

I quickly grabbed my backpack, slipping it onto my shoulder, and I started making my way through the forest, jogging. It took me a while to reach the edge of the forest, mostly due to the pain in my joints. When I finally did reach the end of the forest, where it met up with the park, I continued walking, heading straight for my house.

I reached my house in about ten minutes. I grabbed the spare key from the floorboard of the porch it was hidden under, and unlocked the door. I walked in, threw my backpack on the ground near the stairs, and I started heading upstairs. I grabbed a towel and proceeded to take a shower, happy to finally get the dirt off of me.

When I got out of the shower, once again clean, I was happy it was Sunday. It meant I didn't have to do anything, and I could sit at home, winding down from my transformation, and the tolls it took on me.

It being a the day after a full moon meant getting over the aches from my entire anatomy shifting into that of a wolf's, and my senses still being heightened past their normal, although still fairly strong, state. Not to mention I still had some large canines, though smaller than a wolf's. After the previous full moon, I had school, and I had to go in while I was feeling all of this. It really sucked because, one, humans, especially teens, have a fairly overwhelming scent sometimes. And two, I was tired, and I just wanted to sleep.

Which was what I was about to do. I walked down the stairs, and stretched out on the couch, turning the T.V. on. I hated to admit it, but sometimes, I was actually happy that I didn't live with any family.

When I first found out I was a werewolf, I tried to just hide it, hoping my friends and family wouldn't notice. But, after the first time I changed, I realized how much damage I could do, and I feared I would hurt someone, so I ran away. I finally found someone who would actually rent out an apartment to a kid, even if he was kind of creepy, and I found a job being a waiter/janitor at a restaurant. All-in-all, I lived alone, while still going to school, and it still worked out, no matter how lonely it got. But, I didn't mind being alone that much. I had always been very, distant, and I never really liked, well, people.

I heard someone knocking at the door, and it seemed loud, probably due to my over sensitive. I got up, and I immediately smelled something. It was someone that smelled, weird. I got up, slowly and quietly, and walked close to the door. I heard another knock, and this time I heard the person on the other side say "Hey, open up." With another, louder knock.

I stayed silent. "Hey, kid, open the damn door." They guy yelled, hitting the door again. I tried to stay completely silent again, until I heard the man's voice, sounding quieter, as if he were whispering it, pressed against the door, "Hey, doggy, open the door or I'll break it down."

I quickly backed up, heading for the back door. I started treading a little heavier, moving faster, when I heard a loud bang. I looked back and I saw a teen standing at the front doorway, the door lying on the ground. "Hey doggy," He said, "Why don't you come over here and sit like a good boy?" The man said, but he stayed, and he didn't move.

I stopped, realizing the man wasn't chasing me. "Aren't you going to let me in?"

"Why would I?"

"Well, you should let me in, like a good boy."

"Fine," I said, bowing down like I was allowing a King to enter. "Come in," I said jokingly. I didn't think he would actually listen, but then, all of a sudden, the teen started running, prompting me to run as well.

I finally reached the back door, and I ripped it open, ran outside, and slammed it behind me. In less than a second I heard the door open and close quickly, and I felt a hand grab my shoulder and pull me backwards. I stumbled and fell into my attacker, who then pushed me onto the ground, face-up. "Hey doggy," He said, staring down at me, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Who the hell are you?" I yelled.

"Is the doggy playing stupid, or are you actually just this dumb?" The teen said. I stayed quiet, unsure of what to do. I wasn't certain if I could take this man. He was dressed in all black, and his hair matched, though with red streaks running through it. His strength seemed abnormal, unhuman. "So, you really don't know what I am? I guess it makes sense, I mean; you are a young little pup. But still, you must smell it. I can definitely smell you."

"So," I finally said, "I'm guessing you're not human. But, you don't smell like a werewolf either. I know how we smell. What the hell are you?"

"I'll give you a little hint." He said, and suddenly I saw his irises turn black, and his canines grew at least an inch. I panicked, backing up, trying to get as far away as possible from this, this, demon. "Awwww, is the doggy scared?"

"What the-what the hell are you?"

"Really, you don't get it?" The teen said, and then he paused. "Fine, I'll just tell you. I'm a vampire."

"Stay away." I said, standing up and baring my fangs. I held my hands at my sides, ready to use the claws that were still there from the night before.

"Aww, the puppy thinks I'm scared." The supposed vampire said, stepping forward.

"Stay back. The full moon was yesterday; I still have heightened strength, and I'm not afraid."

"Wow, brave little doggy. I know the full moon was yesterday, and I know how that affects you, but that doesn't mean I'm going to run away. Listen, there are a few vampires around here, and I just wanna say, watch out."

"Wait… are you warning me, or threatening me?"

"Funny dog. Neither, I just, want you to be aware of the situation you're in. A young werewolf like you isn't common, and, some of the vampires around here, well, most of the vampires around here won't be nice to you. Just, watch out." The teen said, and he started running, quickly, amazingly fast, and suddenly, he was gone.

"Um…. What the hell just happened?"