"Hey, father." I called through the house as I closed the front door behind me, the survival guide comic still in my hand.

"Oh good, you're not dead." Father poked with a grin. "Got food?"

"Chinese. Orange chicken, chow mein, fried rice, teriyaki, and barbecue." I listed out as I set out the takeout boxes on our moving boxes.

"Did you remember the wontons and the egg rolls?" Blake asked hopefully.

"Of course." I smiled, pulling out the little paper bag.

My father sat down on his knees, grabbing on of the takeout boxes, "Alright, lets dig in!" He started picking at the food with his fingers and tossing it in his mouth.

Blake chuckled, "He wants us to fit in, and then continues to eat with his fingers." He pointed out.

"What?" My father questioned, "Any food is finger food." He grinned widely, his canines exposed, "Besides, chopsticks always confuse the hell out of me."

We all shared a good laugh as we continued to eat.

"So how was the Boardwalk?" Blake asked, tearing at some barbecue chicken.

I shrugged, "A lot of different smells." I smirked, "But it was nice. People seemed okay. No one looked like a murderer. I think I even made a few friends and met our neighbor."

My father wiped his lips on his hairy arm, "Right, we have to go over there and introduce ourselves to them tomorrow." He remembered, before allowing me to continue, "But who are your new friends?"

"Well, maybe friends isn't the right term." I didn't know how to explain it, "They gave me a survival guide about vampires. There names are Edgar and Alan. Our neighbor, or at least probably their son, is Sam."

"A vampire survival guide?" My father questioned, "I did hear something about some groups of vampires around here." He said thoughtfully, "Think they're slayers?"

I shook my head, "It's weird. I mean, they're my age, and they really seem to believe it. But I don't think they possess the skill to be slayers."

Father nodded, "We'll have to keep a bit of an eye on them. But if they are slayers, you shouldn't hang out around them too much. I don't want them hunting you, especially if they don't realize we're harmless to them."

I nodded, "I understand."

"What about jobs?" My father continued to inquisite.

"Lots of food places. I applied to the Chinese place, the seafood shack, some Italian food place-"

"They should have garlic to protect you from the vampires." Blake snickered.

I chortled a bit, "Oh, shut up."

"Well it's good you seem to be adjusting." My father grinned.

"I'll look for places to work tomorrow." Blake said, "This place doesn't seem like good actual hunting grounds, so maybe I can go ahead, fix up cars or work for the butcher."

My father nodded, "That's a great idea, Blake."

My father was always so supporting. It was kind of unexpected. Of course he was protective, strong, sometimes demanding. Made sure we were able to protect ourselves. But he was loving, caring, and fun. Lots of fond memories with him and our mother.

"Alright, well I'm kind of full, maybe in about half an hour we can go on a bit of a nighttime run?" My father offered.

Blake laughed and grinned joyously, "Sure, sounds great."

As fun as it sounded, I just wasn't really up for it, "No thanks, I'll take a rain check."

"You sure, Red?" My father asked, "You feeling okay?"

"Yea." I reassured him, "Just tired from all the walking today, and the driving."

"Alright." My father smiled, putting his large hand on my shoulder.

As time passed, I skimmed through the comic once or twice. It was pretty interesting, but like the werewolf comic at the shop, I didn't know if it was all accurate. I've never seen a real vampire. Or if I had, I didn't know it.

My father trotted down the stairs, already transformed into the dark wolf with blue eyes. My brother followed him out from his room. Because of the whole naked thing, we've learned to transform in privacy. "Alright, Red, we're heading off. Remember, if you need anything-" My father began to speak before I interrupted.

"Just howl. I know father." I smiled as I gave them a little wave goodbye. I had to open the door for them, due to the lack of current opposable thumbs, and they rushed out.

Another thing many people don't really know about werewolves, is there are two other forms we have. One is more of a wolfman, the other is werewolf. Wolfman was essentially just a hairier version of our human form. Werewolf is when we take the shape of a wolf. Our werewolf form was faster, and probably more stable. When a wolfman, it's like two sides fighting for control. There is instinct and judgement. While both are good, it's kind of difficult having both of them in the driver's seat. So it's best to just stick to one end of the spectrum. Plus, werewolves are a lot faster.

I sat back down on the mat on the floor, leaning against my elbows as I flipped through the pages over and over. I couldn't help but think about those three boys. They couldn't possibly know vampires were real, could they? Were they just crazy? Were they suspicious, or did they know for sure? I've never seen a vampire, maybe they're not as subtle as I would think they'd be. I wondered if they'd be able to know if I was a werewolf, or just some form of supernatural. It was unnerving. Plus the fact that one of them was my neighbor. Would it really be smart to go on nightly runs when we live so close to humans? In my old home, we were very secluded. Surrounded by nothing but trees for a good mile diameter. Here we're surrounded by the giant pineapples.

I guess I would just be stuck wondering. It's too risky. One of the downsides to being a supernatural being. Everyone and everything is out to get you.

HOOOOOOWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOLL

There was a long howl in the distance, followed by a wicked cackle. I knew my father and brother were out, but it couldn't have been them. It was way too far out. It wasn't their laugh, but I could recognize it.

"The Coyotes."