Chapter 7
The day of the new moon, I went out. I was hoping to find Alex again. He was the only friend I really had since I had become a werewolf, even if we were only friends for a day.
"Hey doggy." I heard as I was walking in the park. I thought I should get a little fresh air, but it might not have been smart to go on the morning of the new moon. "Hey, doggy!" I heard again, and this time a vampire ran up beside me. He caught up to me, and slapped me on the back. "Hey doggy," He said, "Why aren't you listening to me?"
"Just leave me alone." I said, walking away quickly.
But, the man, being a vampire, caught up to me easily. "Hey, mutt, you better listen to me when I'm talking to you. Now, why are you looking for Alex?" He said, grabbing my shoulder.
"Hey, bloodsucker, leave me alone." I said, and I pushed past him, walking away.
"Watch your back mutt. Tonight's the new moon." The vampire said loudly to me as I left him behind.
When I got home, I wanted to sleep. I figured if I went to sleep now, then when the full moon got here, I wouldn't be so vulnerable. I threw myself down on my couch, wiped out from my walk in the park. I closed my eyes, and almost immediately, I fell asleep.
I woke up, and it seemed really dark. It was darker than it should be. I looked around, and I realized that I was sitting up, in a really uncomfortable chair. I saw nearly no light, except from somewhere behind me. I tried to turn around, but when I attempt to get up, I found that I was shackled to the chair, at my wrists and legs.
I heard a door squeak open behind me. "Is the doggy awake?" I heard a man say. He sounded familiar. Then he walked into my field of view, and I saw that it was the vampire from the park. "How are ya doing? Is the chair comfortable?"
"What hell's going on here?" I yelled at him.
"Well, Trauer doesn't like that fact that you're looking for Alex. We don't want him to have any distractions, and if he thinks he can help you, he's probably going to try, which will lead to him leaving our little society."
"Really, I'm in here because I was looking for someone?"
"I know it's too much for your little doggy brain to understand, but maybe if you were a vampire, you'd understand." The man said, as the door behind me opened again. "Oh good, the jewelry's here." The vampire said with a sneer.
I was confused about what he was talking about. Then, another vampire walked into view, and he had a cart with a sheet over it. The vampire with the cart stopped, and then walked back to the door, leaving the cart. After he left, the sneering vampire began talking again.
"So, little wolf, are you ready to see how we teach your kind?"
"What are you talking about?" I said, and I felt an uncomfortable fear.
"Well, we don't want looking for Alex anymore, so, we're going to use a proven method for 'teaching' werewolves." The man said, and he removed the sheet over the cart. I saw tons of shiny looking necklaces and other things, reflecting the light from the only source behind me. "Do you know what this is?" The vampire asked, picking up a shiny necklace.
"Um… sparkly jewelry?"
He laughed, "Funny dog. You're right. Yes, this is a piece of jewelry, but there's something else. This is special jewelry. This is silver." The man said, and I suddenly felt fear, and a lot of it. The man walked forward, "Now, are we going to go causing trouble in the vampire world?" he asked.
"I'm not scared of a necklace." I lied.
"Poor, stupid doggy. I can smell the adrenaline, I know you're scared. It's just as well, you should be." The vampire said, and he stepped closer, setting the necklace on my right arm.
I felt the skin begin to sear as the silver reacted with my skin. I felt the urge to scream, to kick and struggle, but I held it in; I didn't want this man to win.
The vampire took the necklace away, and I saw the imprint of a cross, burned into my skin. I found myself letting out the breath I had been holding in. I looked up at the vampire, "I thought you were trying to make me not want to screw with your vampire plans or whatever. How does causing me pain make me want to not meddle?"
"Well, with more pain, you'll understand." The man said, walking back to the cart full of silver. He grabbed another necklace, this one shaped like a sun, and he walked back over to me. "Ready?" He said, quickly putting the silver sun onto my skin, right next to the cross.
I felt it burn and sear, just like the cross, but I stopped myself from screaming. "What's the matter? Not enough pain?" The vampire said, and I got the urge to punch him in the throat. He pulled the sun away from my skin, and I resumed breathing.
"So, I see that's not enough." The vampire said, walking over to the cart again. He set the necklace down, and grabbed something else made of silver. I couldn't tell what it was, but I didn't like it. He walked back over to me, his hands behind his back. "How about this?" He said, bringing his hands in front of him. I saw silver versions of brass knuckles on his hands, and I began to prepare myself for the worst. The man pulled his hand back, getting ready to punch me. I saw the silver glint of the knuckles, and I struggled against the shackles that held me.
"Michael." I heard someone say behind me as the door opened. The vampire in front of me looked up. "Let the werewolf go." The man at the door said. Michael backed away, taking his silver knuckles off and setting them back on the cart. Two men then walked up from behind the chair and started unshackling me. When my hands and feet felt as if enough blood had flown back into them, I got up, and looked towards the door. There I saw two vampires, I could smell them, a man, and Alex. I stepped towards the door, and Alex started walking away. I stopped, and the man at the door said "It's time you went home son." And he walked me through the underground area we were in.
I kept looking all around as he lead me to the exit. I didn't see much. The walls were concrete, with pipes running along them. There were lights above us, and every so often, some would flicker.
"So, you're a vampire." I said to the man who was walking me to the exit. He seemed young, maybe in his late twenties, but he had an air of wisdom. And he smelled like vampire, strongly.
"Yes I am. Why do you ask; can you not smell it?" The man said, and it sounded like he had a bit of a Russian accent. It was stronger than Alex's.
"No, I can smell it; I was just making small talk." I said, trailing off at the end.
"Well, would you like to talk, child?"
"Yes, actually. I have a question."
"Ask away."
"Do you have a problem with what I am?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you seem fine with me; even though I'm a werewolf, and then any other vampires I've met seem to despise me for it, except for Alex, and maybe Trauer, I couldn't really tell. I also haven't met many vampires."
"Yes, it's true, many vampires dislike your kind. In fact, most vampires hate your kind."
"Why is that, exactly?"
"Quite a few reasons, belonging to quite a few vampires. Most say that they think your kind is beneath us. Some say they just don't like you, but if you ask me, it's cause they're jealous. There are a lot of vampires who wish they could die as easily as you, and, since they're not allowed to show themselves to humans, they take it out on you guys, because you can die."
"Yeah, they hate me cause I die easily." I said as we reached a door.
"Do not worry yourself child, but be careful. There are many vampires out there, like Michael, who wouldn't mind killing you." The man said, and then he got quieter, "And be careful, the vampires in this area are planning something that could be very dangerous to your kind." He opened the door, "Now here's the exit."
"Thank you." I said, walking out through the door. I was hit by surprise as I saw that I was standing near the street. I looked back, and I saw that the door was closed, and it was against a concrete wall that was part of a sewer.
I started walking, able to smell humans close, feeling the marks on my right arm, just next to the scratches that caused my lycanthropy. I walked towards where I smelled the humans, hoping they could tell me where I was. When I reached them, they gave me directions home, and it felt good to know where I was going, and the thought of lying on the couch made me already felt start feeling comfortable.