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Ok that's all I have to say, so I hope you enjoy the second chapter! Please remember to R&R!
Alvin's pov.
I study the long pale scar running right down my chest stopping just at my hips, he nearly killed me so I wouldn't die, doesn't sound that great at first, but now that I thought it over I realized that without him helping me turn, I wouldn't have fallen so madly in love with Brittany, I mean I loved her a lot before but I wouldn't be as devoting as I am now, and I wouldn't have Alex.
A full-blown smile crosses across my face at the thought of the little fluff ball of fur, god I loved him, he really did bring Brittany and I closer to together.
Knock-knock, "Dad? Want a hamburger with cheese or without?" I turn and open the bathroom door, he peers up at me half a hamburger hanging from his mouth his strange colored eyes wide and curious.
"With cheese," I answer scooping him up and throwing him over a shoulder, "AH! Daddy! Put me down," he laughs happily and he thumps me lightly with a fist.
"You are my captive," I growl in my 'monster' voice, "MOM! Dad's trying to us me as a hostage!" he wails giggling madly, "I'll get you a soda," I bribe.
"NEVER MIND I LIED!" he yells hurriedly, " DON'T LIE MISTER!" Brittany calls from somewhere inside.
"Good," I set him down on the tile floor of the kitchen and he immediately blots towards the fridge shoving the last of his hamburger into his mouth, "Brittany's going to kill you," I glance over at the two chipette's sitting at the kitchen table playing cards.
"Ick whatever," I mumble making the white furred one roll her eyes, "Gold fish," the other chipette says grinning ear to ear as she fixes her glasses.
"Don't tell Mom!" Alex threatens pointing a accusing finger at them, Star and Sam nod and go back to their game obviously not that intent to tell on us.
"I can't reach," Alex groans bitterly, I smile and lift him off the floor and up to the top shelf, "Choose your weapon," I joke smiling as he quickly snags a Root beer, "This doesn't have real beer in it, why do they call it that?" he questions looking over his shoulder at me, his gold eye staring right into mine.
"Don't know, ask Simon later and pretend you saw me drinking it," I suggest setting him down on the floor, "Thanks Dad," he chirps hugging me tightly around the waist he takes off probably heading for his tree house Dave built for him in a big old oak out back.
"Ok so I can see him getting his good looks from Brittany but his manners? Seriously sometimes I wonder if Alvin's really the dad," Star jokes flashing me a teasing smile as I stuck my tongue out at her.
"Alvin!" we all turn to see a panting red furred chipmunk leaning slightly against the frame of the doorway his blood red eyes wide in fright, "What's wrong Flame?" I question feeling the fur along my neck and spine shoot up.
"Something's in the woods,"
Alex's pov.
Not much in there, I sigh heavily as I peer into the empty can, I crumple it up and toss it over my shoulder and into the depths of my tree house. I swing my legs back forth as I stare down at the forest floor a few feet below me.
I sigh again and fall backwards resting on my back, Mom is so over protective sometimes, just the thought of me coming into the woods freaks her out, Dad hates me going there too. I grin widely and sit up, something important or awesome must be hidden somewhere inside.
I swiftly climb down the rope landing in a crouch on the forest floor I scamper quickly through the bushes lining the edge of the forest, dang its dark. I peer around letting all the distance sounds feel my ears, I can't wait till I'm old enough to shift, it must feel amazing to be so powerful and big!
A child
Should we eat it?
I skid to a stop digging my paws into the decaying leaves on the forest floor, "Who's there! Who said that!" I yell baring my small canines and looking around narrowing my eyes dangerously
Oh he understands us!
Then he is the Awoken, son of the Cursed, let's see if his blood is as rare as they say it is.
All the fur on my body begins to quiver as if a balloon was passing over me, Convel thought it was funny and kept doing it over and over again, Uncle Simon calls it static electricity, what else has static electricity?
A soft humming lightly drums against my ears and I turn ever so slightly, a long black hand presses down into the earth, I follow up it's arm which was covered in fine gray hairs.
Never seen a Daymare Awoken boy? The human's face was unmoving and black, it's eyes were glassy and his mouth was open in a silent scream as if whatever had owned the spider-like body had stolen the man's head instead, suddenly the head begins to turn and dark red tentacles shoot out of a large bloody mouth on the back.
My eyes widen in horror and I scream, RUN ALEX! I feel something's teeth grabbing the back of my shirt and suddenly I'm jerked off my paws and dangling from the thing's mouth.
I look up startled, Why did you come out here? We told you never to come in the woods! The wolf snaps her bright blue eyes trained ahead, "M-mom," I stammer trying to hold back the relieved and frightened tears gathering in my eyes.
A pained howl rips through the air making me choke on the tears, I feel a temper course through Mom's body, Don't look back. Her voice was shaking and I could tell she was scared, I looked back any ways.
My eyes land on the squirming body of Mac, one of the tentacles was in his mouth while another was wrapped around his stomach, "MAC! Mom help him! Help him!" I wail watching in terror as his body suddenly jerks hard then goes limp.
A large red wolf collides into the side of the monster knocking it into the jaws of Convel and the others, Mom suddenly skids to a stop and whirls around as if to go back, instead she just stands there as the wolf leans down and gently picks up Mac's body.
ALVIN! BEHIND YOU! Mom yells loudly, my eyes find a second monster charging straight for the wolf, that's when I saw his gold eyes.
"DAD!" I cry as a tentacle wraps around his back legs, with a swift jerk Dad's on the ground his eyes blazing furiously, he gently places Mac back on the ground and glances our way.
I feel Mom shake hard, and I realize they were talking privately; Dad suddenly twists around slamming both of his huge hind paws into the creature's bloody swollen mouth. A high-pitched wail escapes its mouth and it stumbles back, Dad lunges right at it his mouth open wide as if to bite it. I watch in awe as flames erupt from his throat and right onto the monster, I'm shifting, I'm going to need you to help me get Mac away okay?
I nod quickly as she places me softly back on the forest floor, I glance back to see Mom standing in a plain white tank-top and shorts, "Come on hurry," she urges glancing between the two creatures.
The other's were almost done tearing into the first one by the time we reached Mac's still body, Dad was busy roasting the other one and if Mac wasn't hurt at the moment I would've been laughing and cheering everyone on.
"Alex, Brittany thank goodness," my eyes widen in shock as Mom quickly and carefully gets Mac to his hind paws, blood gushes from wide clean cuts across his chest and stomach and a lot dripped from his mouth.
"Stop," Brittany hushes as I quickly duck under his other arm glad that I was tall enough to help support him, " What did it do to you?" I whisper.
"Shocked me," Mac croaks as we practically carry him a good distance from the fight, "Shocked you," I echo shocked.
Rough ragged coughs erupt from his chest and I watch in horror as a fountain of bright red spills from his mouth, Mom takes him away from me and places him on the ground away from the pool of blood.
"Alex, Uncle Simon is ahead, I want you to go to him," she orders as Mac stops vomiting blood and she lays him onto his back.
"No," her head snaps up and we stare at each other intently, "Alex buddy, I'm not going to make it, just go ok?" Mac urges gritting his teeth as his whole body began to twitch.
I shake my head and rush over grabbing one of his paws I sit down on his side fighting back the scared tears, bubbles spill between his lips as his eyes roll back into his head.
Blood and spit drip from his mouth as his whole body convulses, Mom stares down intently at him as tears fall silently down her cheeks, there was nothing we could do.
"D-don't-," I wince as more coughs leave him shaking, "l-et their v-v-visions scare you Britt-n-n-none of you w-will d-," his paw tightens painfully round mine nearly making me scream and then it goes completely limp.
I stare down at his paw in shock as Mom does something to his eyes, I glance at his face horror stricken, she had closed his eyes, "W-what color were they?" I stammer remembering how Uncle Simon had told me that when a werewolf dies their true eyes color will come back and that sometimes when a werewolf is born or changed their eyes would be red.
"Blue," she whimpers her body shaking softly with silent sobs, I continue to stare at him, he was like another Uncle to me, he was only 19 barely a year older then Mom and Dad.
He was the first one that they trusted besides Randi who had passed away a day after I was born claiming that she just had to see me before she left, "Come here," I instantly stand up and walk around his body.
I collapse into her open arms and release the tears I had been fighting off, I am only three after all in human years, but in chipmunk years I'm nine, I can't be as strong as Dad. I don't think I ever will be.
Ain't I evil? For those of you who liked Mac I'm truely sorry and I regret killing him, but there must be some deaths or else this story won't be as cool.
R&R
Wolf out!