Chapter Six- Full Moon
Nephlite howled as he changed to wolf form. He shook himself out and flexed his paws, his claws shredding a little of the grass underneath. The smell of the grass and trees filled his nose and he was grateful that his kind didn't suffer from allergies; if a bitten one did have allergies, their change to a wolf cured them of it. He took off at a run through the deepest part of the park woods, his heart full of joy at being a werewolf. His nose detected a squirrel and his run turned into a hunt as he tracked the animal, chased, and killed it with the practiced ease that came from years of hunting. Of course, Nephlite did not hunt every full moon night, but did so on the first night to re-connect with his wolf's natural state.
He left the park and began to prowl through deserted streets and isolated alleys. He observed the comings and goings of the people in the distance and prided himself on being able to blend in so that he didn't need to move on too soon. A large city is ideal for a werewolf. It makes it easy to shift with an ever-changing population. The only thing is that I have no other werewolves to hang out with.
"Nephlite?" came a soft voice and the brown wolf turned to see Jedite. His tail wagged as the blonde wolf drew up beside him.
"I thought you had already left," he commented.
"I had thought I would after disposing of the vampire that had been pursuing me, but I looked around and found there are no underground hunter shops here. I'm thinking of staying here and running a shop."
"What kind of hunter shop? I mean, what is it?"
"Oh, a shop for vampire hunters, of course." Jedite chuckled. "I'm not going to run a shop for werewolf hunters for obvious reasons. Besides, I'm detecting a fair amount of vampires scattered across the city." He tapped his nose with the back of a paw.
"I don't think you'll find any roaming tonight or the next two. Most vampires stay in their hideouts to avoid running into one of us. Some human do go missing during this time and their bodies show up somewhere with no blood in their bodies and no marks to indicate how they lost their blood."
"How do you learn all that?"
"Experience and some amateur detective work. I've been fighting vampires for 250 years."
"Whoa," Jedite said softly. "You're very experienced."
"There are slightly older werewolves than me, but yes I am quite experienced."
"Nephlite, I did scent a vampire tonight. It's likely a newbie but I couldn't follow as he was in a crowd of humans."
"I see. He or she is a newbie and may be kidnapping humans so older ones can stay indoors and be safe."
Malachite passed the unconscious human to Zoycite and regarded the other human in a cell before looking at Sapphire. "We still need one more human," he said.
"Yes, sir. I got these two in an isolated area and dragging them here wasn't easy."
"Yes, of course. But now, you will find one more. There is plenty of night left to get one more."
"Yes, sir." Sapphire rose and left the mobile home. He sighed softly. He had very quickly become disenchanted with being a vampire. Yes, he was immortal but he had to drink blood which tasted awful to him and he had to hide from the sun because it was fatal to him; a shame as he had loved the sun. He didn't want to live this way anymore. I'll bring back one more human and then I will allow the sun to kill me. Sapphire headed off through the crowd, deciding to snatch someone from the front of an apartment building. He looked around and spotted one such building and, as luck would have it, a tall brunette girl was leaving it- alone. He quickly headed after her, eager to finish his task and then prepare to die.
Nephlite yawned as he settled in an alley near his home, Jedite having headed off to enjoy his night. It had been quite a night with so much of it left. He liked that Jedite was choosing to stay and run an underground vampire hunter shop. I may offer to help him in running it. I've never really spoken to a vampire hunter and I'd be interested in how such a shop operates.
His nose detected two scents coming to his alley. He rose and darted into shadows before focusing on the scents. One was the scent of a potential wolf and the other was death and blood, the smell of a vampire. He heard footsteps and his mouth parted as Lita entered, went halfway down, stopped, and turned to strike a defensive pose as a pale young man with blue hair entered.
Lita put the last of the chopped vegetables in the fridge and smiled exhaustedly as she closed the door. She had spent the afternoon after school and after dinner chopping vegetables for future meals. I deserve a reward and I think a walk would be good, she thought as she looked out her window. It was a pleasantly warm night and that prompted her to leave and set off down the sidewalk. She was planning to take a quick up and down walk, however, not long into the walk, she found herself being followed by a pale young man. He gave off a creepy feeling that she didn't like and decided to confront him and learn what he wanted. His answer will determine whether I beat him badly or not.
She found an alley and headed into it. She went halfway in and then turned, getting into a defensive pose as her stalker entered the alley.
Sapphire followed at a leisurely pace. He had enough time to follow his target and pick his moment to grab her. Girls are easy to grab, he thought. They get nervous and scared when being followed and they don't really fight back. If she doesn't seem scared, perhaps bearing my fangs will do the job. He saw her enter an alley he knew was a dead end and he smiled in satisfaction. Too easy, he thought. He followed her to find her in a defensive position and looking as if she meant business.
"Why are you following me?" she demanded, her voice hard and unyielding.
"You're not afraid?" he asked.
"No." She gave a short laugh. "You don't look so tough, unless you've got a gun or something."
"No gun. I don't need one." Sapphire then hissed as he bared his fangs.
Lita's pose broke as she took a step back. "What the…?"
"I'm a vampire," he said with no hint of pride.
Lita resumed her pose. "You're not draining me or turning me."
"I have no intention of doing either one. I am also not looking for you to kill me as I am quite capable of doing that myself."
"What?" Lita was confused at this statement. Why would a vampire speak of death in this situation? "Why…?"
Sapphire waved a hand back and forth. "That is not your concern. You're coming with me." He reached out for her.
Lita's hand shot out and gripped Sapphire's wrist, locking onto to it. He gasped at the firmness of her grip. She's strong. She'd make a better vampire than a victim. Sapphire felt his feet leave the ground, he then hurtled through the air, and crashed against the back wall. He laid there, winded, for a moment before getting to his feet. "Very good," he said with a smile. "But that won't stop me. I have a job to do and you are the one who will finish it."
"I suggest you find someone else because I'm not going to cooperate."
"I don't need your cooperation! All I need to do is overpower you and carry you off to my mentor as a victim who will die either tomorrow or the night after." He started toward her again.
