the white beast 3

8/6/2019 The White Beast 3

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His heart was in his mouth with fright as he sprinted down the pavement. The threatening

thunder overhead shrieked at him and sent down buckets of rain that beat him from above.

His trainers ran over the loose pieces of gravel and then thudded down into puddles, sending

droplets of water splashing up onto his trousers. His clothes were soaked and his breath

curled up cruelly in front of his face. He glanced back, trying to see him again. Unable to see

through the walls of rain, he ran on, picking up his pace. He ducked through the side alleys,jumping over boxes, crates, sleeping people, anything to get away from whatever was after

him. He was tiring, his legs sore and numb, his stomach aching from a stich, his lungs

burning for air, and he didnt even know if he was being followed. He slowed to a walk, but

still was on high alert. He walked on, trying to get away from whomever, whatever was

chasing him. The rain was falling harder now, and a mist had pulled its blanket over the town.

For some reason he looked up, but he could no longer see the moon or anything above his

head. In fact, when he looked forward again, he couldnt see anything anymore. There was

nothing ahead of him, nothing behind him. He pulled out his flashlight and turned it on, but it

made no difference in the thick of the fog. Yet he walked on, remembering the streets like the

back of his hand, making his way home. The way he figured it was that if he couldnt see

anything, neither could his attacker.

His house sat in the middle of the forest that was tucked neatly to the side of the town. He

always hated this part of the journey, but when it came to the choice of sleeping in his own

bed or in a shabby B&B, hed pick his house any day. The mist was thinner here and the rain

had stopped falling. He took one last look at the moon that was still rising into the sky in the

youth of the night. It was a cloudless night, allowing the stars to gaze down at the world from

their spaces in the sky, twinkling ever so slightly, yet so obviously it was hard to stop looking

at them. But he knew he had to get home fast if he wanted to be on good terms with his

father. His father would beat him again if he was late. And so he started to trudge down the

damp path that he always took when he made his way home at night. In the daylight healways used the common path, but at night all sorts of people hung out on the main path, and

not wanting any trouble he used the less known trail back to his house. He looked at his

watch, and panicked at the time. He had ten minutes to get home and he took off running

again. But then he heard a low, threatening, terrifying growl. He spun round, but couldnt see

anything in the dense trees. He walked on, his heart racing, his ears straining to hear anything

else. Out of the corner of his eye he saw something white as chalk zoom past, but when he

turned to face it, it was already gone. He picked up his pace again, feeling the adrenaline rush

through his veins again. And then he heard that growl again and sprinted down the path. He

tripped on some roots and stumbled over, crashing into the bed of damp leaves. He scrambled

up and sprinted again. He heard the thunder of feet behind him, and ran faster. His mind wasfocusing on surviving. He looked back and saw something he would never forget. A wolf,

with crystal white fur. But it was bigger than a normal wolf, and had a smaller tail, and more

powerful front legs. And their front paws were in the shape of hands, with menacing claws.

But the thing he noticed most of all was the fact that the crystal white fur was stained with

red, crimson, dried blood. He looked forward again and saw his house. Making a last

desperate attempt to get away from the creature, he leaped for his life through the open door

and kicked it shut with his feet. But the creature tore through it like it was paper. It pounced


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on top of him and roared in his face. He looked at its teeth and stayed still, waiting for them

to tear him open. But then the creature howled in pain and he saw blood splatter out of its

head. It flopped, lifeless to one side, a massive paw resting on his chest, crushing him. He

looked up and saw his father, holding the smoking shotgun to the wolf and kicking it to make

sure it was staying down. He got up and looked at the creature.

What is that dad? he asked. His father shook his head.I have no idea son. No idea whatsoever. Then without a word, his father picked up the

phone and spoke softly into the mouthpiece. Hey Benny, How are ya?... good good. Listen

Ive got a weird one for ya Im telling ya, its nothing Ive ever seen before come over to

my place yes now alright see ya then. Once his father put the phone down, he grabbed

the fishing net out of cupboard and placed it over the creature and tied up the ends with his

mothers hand made rope that was stronger than the normal store stuff. After his father had

done that he finally turned to him. His hands were shaking and he was deathly pale. His eyes

were glued to the creature, racking his brain, trying to find an answer to the ultimate question.

What is that thing? His father poured coffee into two cups and handed one to him, and then

forced him to sit down at the table. Half an hour later, his father opened the door to his best

mate, Benny. They wasted no time and his father showed him the creature and Benny stepped

back in horror.

What is it, Benny? his father asked. Benny gulped, and stayed silent for a while.

I dont know for sure Ill have to get it back to the lab. But if Im correct Bennys

voice trailed away, and his father grabbed him by the shoulders.

If youre correct, then what will happen?

The whole of the human race is in danger. Because if Im correct then that thing is a

werewolf.

When Kyle Bluemann woke up that morning, his head was spinning. He was sweating all over and

his mouth was dry with thirst. He sat up slowly, but he lay back down again, his head screaming in

pain. He groaned a little and then tried again to sit up. This time he succeeded and he just sat

there, swaying a little. He felt something soft hit him and opening his eyes, he saw a pair of

trousers and boxers lying in his lap.

Put them on, kid. A voice in the dark said. Kyle did as he was told and put them on. He finally

took the time to observe his surroundings, but there was nothing to see. He was in a dimly lit

room with a mirror on one side and a glass wall on the other. He walked up to the mirror and

almost fainted with shock. One side of his head with missing and closing fast. Soon, it was fully

closed and his hair was growing to fill its place and it looked normal.Scary isnt it? the voice said again. Kyles eyes had adjusted enough to making out a silhouette

in the shadows. The lights suddenly came on and Kyle closed his eyes to block out the light. When

he opened them again, he saw a man standing there, dressed in a white lab coat with a stripy

blue shirt on underneath and holding a clipboard. Kyle took a step back.

Where am I? Kyle demanded. The man chuckled.

Does it really matter? If I were you, Id be asking stuff like oh I dont know, why am I here, and

do you know what I am. Kyle eyed the man in front of him.


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Well, do you know? he said finally. The man smiled again and jotted something down on his

clipboard.

What do you think?

What are you, a shrink or something?

Well what do you want me to be? Kyle started getting irritated.

Ok, lets cut the questions out alright.Is that what you really want? the man asked, chuckling again. The hairs on the back of Kyles

neck rose in anger.

Stop that. The man held up his hands in surrender.

Alright, alright Ill stop. He scribbled something else down on his clipboard and looked at his

watch. The doctor should be along soon. Just hang on a few minutes, alright? Kyle looked

confused.

Hang on for what?

I thought you didnt want to ask any more questions.

Not funny. Kyle said. The glass started to slide to one side and the man in the white coat

walked out. Then like lightening, the glass closed again and Kyle was all alone in his prison cell. He

gazed around at the white walls and saw something written on it. He walked over to it, and readit aloud, softly to himself. Dont drink the blood! It read. What the hell does that mean? Kyle

asked himself. Just then a packet of blood dropped out from the ceiling, and flopped onto the

floor. Kyle didnt know what to do next. He hated drinking blood, even when he was in his other

form, but it made him stronger. It was a part of who he was. He picked up the packet and tore off

a corner, and took a gulp of the salty liquid inside. But as soon as he did, he could tell something

was wrong with it. There was something else in it. He took the packet away from his lips and spat

out the blood in his mouth and threw the rest on the floor, letting the liquid run out onto it.

Oh, now look what youve done. I just had this floor cleaned. Kyle spun around and saw

another man, older then the first, standing on the opposite side of the glass. He nodded to

someone and the glass door opened again. Come on then. Weve got a lot to talk about. Kyletook an uneasy step towards the man, unsure on whether to trust him or not. As soon as he was

out the door, the man jabbed a needle into Kyles arm and pushed him into a wheelchair. Kyles

body went numb and he couldnt move. The man then proceeded to strap him into it with leather

straps and started wheeling him down the corridor. On either side of him, Kyle could see people,

some older, some younger, all looking out at him from behind their glass prisons. Their faces

were filled with pain and pleading, their eyes sad and full of despair. Pay no attention to them.

You have a much better fate in store for you. The man said, but Kyle hardly heard him. Soon

they reached the end of the tunnel with another glass wall that opened automatically when they

approached. Kyle wished it hadnt. Inside he could see another corridor with a sea of rooms with

labels on the top. The first one he saw was operating theatre 1. Kyle tried to struggle in the chair

but the bindings were just too tight. The man pushed him along the tunnel and came to a haltoutside a room labelledDoctor Claire Brooklyn. The man pushed open the door and left Kyle facing

the desk. The good doctor will be with you shortly. The man mumbled as he shut the door

behind him. The feeling in his arms and legs had returned to Kyle and now he fought against the

bindings with all his might. But they wouldnt budge. Suddenly the door flew open and in walked

a young woman, with dark brown hair, also wearing a white lab coat. She had her head in a file

and seemed to not acknowledge Kyle at all. She sat down and after a few minutes closed the file

and looked up.


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Hello Kyle. How you feeling? she asked in a sweet voice that could turn sour in the blink of an

eye.

How do you know my name?

Oh please. For someone whos been around for hundreds of years, your blood or fingerprints

would appear in some files somewhere. We just ran them through the database and voila, found

you.How do you know Ive been around for hundreds of years?

Because we know what you are.

And what am I exactly?

A werewolf.

Wrong Im a half-breed.

In our books, thats the same thing.

Its not the same thing. Im insulted that you think that.

Well then care to tell me the differences and Ill decide if they are so different after all. The

doctor moved around and sat on the edge of her desk.

1. Werewolves live in human years, half-breeds live for eternity. 2. Werewolves look like wolves

when they phase, half-breeds have human hands and are bigger. 3. Werewolves are madethrough biting a human, half-breeds are born from the mother of a vampire and the father of a

werewolf. 4. We can change whenever we want, as well as on a full moon. 5 no thats it. Kyle

smiled, pleased with himself.

Impressive. We were unaware of such differences. Thanks for clearing that up.

Well, it was great to help you out. Now if you could untie me, and let me go I would very much

appreciate that.

Not so fast buddy. You have to earn your freedom here. And that means doing a mission f or us.

Kyle eyed the doctor nervously.

What kind of mission?

Dont you want to know anything else about this place?I just want to go on my merry way. So just tell me this mission and Ill do it, then Ill leave and

everyone will be happy.

Ok, Ill tell you. She walked over to the filing cabinet and pulled out a large file and placed it on

Kyles lap. She opened it continued to speak.

Weve been monitoring the rise in the number of vampires in America and seen a sudden

increase in Sunnydale for some reason. Until a few years ago, we had no idea, but then another

agent brought us back some valuable information, she turned the page to reveal a picture of a

girl, no older then Kyle walking down the street, laughing with some of her friends. This is Emma

Blackwood, a student in Sunnydale. According to our agent, her blood will bring back all of the

vampires elders. We cannot let that happen.

I know. But what does that have to do with me?You are being sent to protect her until the opportunity for the ritual is gone. It is fast

approaching and we mustnt let them get her. If they bring the elders back to life

I know, Kyle interrupted, Ill do it.

Good. Youll leave immediately. The bindings suddenly snapped off and Kyle stood up. The

door open and a man came in, ready to escort Kyle to another room. One more thing Kyle. Try

not to phase in front of her. And you are just there to protect her. That is all. Kyle nodded.


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I understand. The door closed and Kyle felt a whole load of weight dumped on his shoulders.

Great he thought, the whole destiny of the world now rests in my hands. What else could go wrong?

Kyle scratched at his new shirt that was itchy as hell as he made his way to the school whereEmma went. It was vital for them to be in the same classes as her so he could be with her for

most of the day. Then he would watch her house at night just to make sure. It was a good thing

that Kyle just needed human food to stop him from falling asleep; otherwise this mission would

be impossible. The bell rang and he hurried in through the doors. There were so many kids all

around him Kyle almost had a heart attack. Being in isolation most of his life meant he wasnt

used to crowds. And this was one of the busiest schools hed ever been to. He couldnt go out

without having a panic attack. He had a map in his hand and keeping his head down, he followed

it and found his tutor class. As soon as he walked through the door he knew he was in deep shit.

Everyone was shouting at each other, throwing bits of paper across the classroom, girls fixing

and applying makeup, guys arm wrestling on the tables, a card game going on in the back corner.

Kyle felt himself miss a breath. He had never encountered so many people in one room before.Then suddenly, an irresistible scent wafted past him, and brushed against his arm. Emma spun

around and looked at him.

Hey sorry about that. He couldnt reply. He could feel his fangs grow inside his mouth. Her

scent made him hungry. He held his hand over his mouth and crocked out, choking on every

word.

Itsits ok. It didnt hurt. She looked at him a little longer.

Youre new to the school right. Kyle nodded. He was struggling to contain himself; he

struggled to hold himself back, to stop himself from draining her dry. You in this class? she

asked. Again Kyle nodded. Well come in then. Dont be shy. She gently took his hand and

guided him over to the desk next to hers. Kyle started to relax. The smell was shocking, eventempting at first, but mentally he didnt want to be the animal yet. That would happen later.

So, whats your name?

Kyle Bluemann. You?

Emma Blackwood. Nice to meet you Kyle. They shook hands and she smiled. Kyle couldnt help

but smile back at her. She was beautiful. Suddenly a large boy with broad shoulders and arm

muscles that were bursting out of his small t-shirt strutted over with a manner that angered Kyle.

He came up behind Emma and sat in the seat next to her. He put his arm around her waist and

pulled her in close to him. Emmas face was at first shocked and then disgusted.

Ben, you moron, what the hell are you doing? she asked in a stern voice. Ben sneered.

Im just playing around baby doll. Come on then, give us a kiss. Ive missed you so much over the

holidays. He leaned in closer, but she pushed against his chest with all her might. But he kept onpulling. Now everyone was looking at them and thumbing on the table, encouraging him on. Kyle

couldnt take it anymore and jumped up from his chair, knocking it over backwards. He grabbed

Bens wrist and twisted. Ben screamed in pain and let go of Emma. With his free hand Kyle

pushed Emma gently out of the way at the same time as releasing Bens wrist. Ben stood up

quickly and stared down at Kyle. His face was red with anger and the veins in his neck were

bulging.

You trying to be smart, pipsqueak?


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No. Im just trying to put you in your place, hot head.Ben was right in Kyles face now.

Youre asking for it shorty.

Look Buster, just cool off and sit back with your posse.

Ok, why dont you get up off your knees and say that? Kyles rage was growing. He knew he

was short for his age, but that was the last straw.

Just back off, Benny, and no one gets hurt. Ben laughed.You think Im scared of you, ginger. You think youre winning something here dont you? Well

heads up ginger, this is just the beginning. Ben turned and walked back to his gaggle of friends.

Kyle breathed out uneasily. He wasnt sure what his limit was, but all he knew was that he

couldnt cause any trouble. Slowly, he sat down again, and felt someone watching him. He looked

up and saw Emma staring at him. She tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled at him.

Thanks for that. Ben is such a bird brain sometimes. Kyle chuckled.

I gathered. And no problem. Ever in trouble, just shout and Ill be there. Quite literally he said to

himself.

Good to know. Ill keep that in mind. The teacher came in the room and took the register, but

Kyle wasnt listening. Something else was on his mind. A new scent. A vampire scent. They were

close. And he had to do something.

The rest of the day went smoothly. Emma helped out Kyle and Ben steered clear of them both.

Then it came time to go their separate ways. As Kyle was saying goodbye, he smelt it again. That

vampire scent. And only one person was walking past him. Emma saw the change on his face and

stepped back.

You ok? her voice pulled him out of his concentration and he shook his head.

Yeah, Im fine. Got to go. See you tomorrow, right?

Yeah, tomorrow. See you then. Kyle slipped past her and looked around for the smell. He

spotted him and took off after him. As Kyle drew closer, the scent got stronger and Kyle pressed

on. The boy turned into a side street, the perfect cover. But as Kyle turned the corner, somethingshot out of the shadows and clipped him on the side of the head. He fell onto the hard pavement,

and his eyesight blurred over. He saw the jagged outline of someone standing over him but

nothing else. Another fist smacked into his nose and he felt it explode with blood. His vision

cleared and Kyle blocked the next jab and scrambled up. He turned to face the vamp and saw the

pale skin and red eyes. This was the first real vampire that he had faced. The vamp smiled.

Youre new at this.

Guilty. So go easy on me. Kyle said. He didnt think the vamp would buy it, but the vamp

backed off a little. They struggled and fought, getting in a few good blows each, but neither of

them were really injured. But Kyle was slower and the vamp suddenly caught him with a left hook

that sent him to the ground.

Youre fiery for a human. Give it your best shot mortal.Sorry to burst youre bubble, fangs, but I aint mortal.

Then what are you? Kyle smiled.

A half-breed. The vamp was shocked, and Kyle suddenly sprang at him, hitting him hard again

and again. This vamp was weaker than Kyle had expected. He went over and pulled a piece of a

wooden crate off and then walked back to the vamp. Scary, isnt it? and with that, Kyle

plunged the wooden splinter into the heart of the vampire. He screamed in pain, before

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gone smoothly. He pulled out a little black book that he used to count the number of kills he

committed. He flicked past the human, demon and wolf pages and found the vampire section. He

wrote Sunnydale as a subheading and then a single stroke. He then packed it back into his bag

and made his way to Emmas house, thankful for it being next to a dense wood; a perfect hiding

spot and lookout station. And if need be, a suitable table to do homework on. He set down his

bag for the night and looked out at her house.

It was a pleasant little cottage, with moss growing on its great walls. The windows were just how

they used to be; square, with 4 smaller panes of glass and a cross of wood in the middle. Its red,

sloping tiled roof had a single chimney peeping out at one end. Kyle was mesmerized by this

house. There was something about it that seemed familiar, welcoming to him. It reminded him of

when he was a boy, playing in his garden with his toy soldiers. Wearing his fathers cap, he used

to salute them, give orders and drew up battle plans in the soil and mud. He used to love his time

in the garden. But as he grew older, he didnt want to make believe anymore. He wanted to go

off and salute real people, give real orders, and draw up real battle plans on proper paper. But his

time had come, it had ended so quickly. A little too quickly. But he loved every second of it. The

toy soldiers came alive and he loved to order them around. It was everything that he hadimagined. And his father was by his side, gleaming with pride. Seeing Emmas house, it brought

tears to his eyes. The mini battle that his father had recreated for him, with his toy soldiers he had

made himself. The joy of pointing out which one was his father and beaming from ear to ear with

pride when he told his friends about his fathers adventures. All of those happy memories came

flooding back to him. He sighed. It had been a long time since he had taken any trips down

memory lanes.

The night was uneventful. No one went in and no one came out. No one even walked past their

house. It was a little too quiet for Kyles liking, but he dismissed the idea. It was after all a quiet

town. The sun started to rise and Kyle packed his things away. He had forgotten what a burdenschool was; all the homework and assignments. Too much stress for him. But something in the

back of him mind wasnt letting him slack off. And it pissed him off. He heard a car engine rev and

snapped his head round. He saw the bright head lights of a car and quickly ducked down again

until it was half way up the road. Then he took off through the forest, weaving through the trees,

ducking under branches and jumping over muddy puddles. With speed and skill he sprinted back

to his home.

Just as he slipped in through his open window, he heard the doorbell call out. He smiled. He had

been correct. He quickly changed his clothes, pretending to have just gotten up, and then ruffling

his hair he opened the door. Standing there, glowing in the morning red light was Emma. Her

long hair was tied back and she was wearing clothes that didnt go with each other.Interesting look. Kyle said.

Decided to go with the comfy style today. Kyle pretended to call out to his parents, claiming

that they didnt like him or anyone that much, and slammed the door before more questions

were asked. And thankfully Emma didnt pursue the matter further. Kyle was a terrible liar at

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Her father was a scraggly looking man, with large glasses and wearing a plain suit with a plain tie.

His face was long and filled with the lines of time. And yet behind such a strong build, was a

storeroom of pain and suffering. All locked away behind his deep brown eyes of a bloodhound.

His speech was stuttered and broken up, nervous and unorganized.

I-I-I hope youre uh, settling in w-w-well, Kyle. This isnt th-the best neighbourhood to um,

live in.Im doing alright Mr. Blackwood. Its not that bad.

Y-Yes well uh, thats youre um, opinion. Emma shot him a look, Wh-wh-which in this case

is-is alright I-I guess. Emma smiled proudly at herself, gleaming with pride. Kyle smiled. He

found it hard to resist. The rest of the car journey was in silence until Mr. Blackwood pulled up

outside the school.

D-do you two kids have uh, everything that you um need?

Yeah dad, weve got everything. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and slipped out of the

car. Kyle had to hurriedly thank him for the lift before rushing to catch up to Emma. She was a

fast walker, which annoyed him. He liked things to go slowly, particularly when it came to school.

For a while, they walked in silence, and it wasnt until they met up at lunch that they actually

started to talk again.Well, I hope you dont take this the wrong way, but your dad is quite a character. Emma smiled.

I know. But he wasnt always like that. It was just after my mother died he went real quiet and

stuttery. He really did care about her a great deal.

Sorry. I didnt realize. My uncle is the same; quiet and private. Its quite scary.

Thats alright. Im over it. Its just her voice trailed away, unsure whether to continue. Kyle

leaned forward and lightly touched her hand. She looked surprised at first, but then she relaxed

and sighed, Its just the way she died. I mean, she was careful. She never went into the woods at

night, always did things right. And yet, they found her, mauled in the middle of the forest, in the

large clearing, far away from any trail, in the moonlight. It bothered me and to this day I still cant

figure out what made her go there. Kyle felt a sudden chill. He had met many a situations likethat before. Of course, he caused most of them, but that wasnt the point. Emma reached into

her pocket and pulled out an old photo and showed it to him. Thats her. She really was

beautiful. I guess thats what gets my dad all worked up. Emma was still talking, but Kyle wasnt

picking up any of it. He was just staring at the photo, gazing into her mothers eyes. They seemed

dimly familiar. The face seemed familiar.

When did she die? he asked.

Almost 2 years ago now. And later that same night, a cabin a mile away caught this huge white

wolf that was covered in blood. They say they killed it but I never believed that. That forest does

things to people. Bringing things back from the dead is one of the folk stories around here;

particularly animals that live there. Images started to flash in front of Kyles eyes. The moon, her

mother, the phasing, the screaming, the blood, the boy, the cabin, the bang, the pain. He did it.He killed her mother. And he didnt know why. He didnt know why she was there. He didnt

know why she didnt run. He didnt know why he had to kill her. He just knew that he had.

Suddenly a sharp pain erupted in his chest and he doubled over, clutching the area. He groaned

slightly and stayed very still. More images. He saw her house, looking in at the family, seeing

them grieving, and smiling at the whole thing. He was enjoying seeing them suffering. The pain in

his chest grew stronger and he was starting to sweat. He could feel himself grow hot and his

pulse was racing. He could hear his own blood in his ears. Everything was slowing down and


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blurring. He couldnt make sense of anything. The pain was so intense, he tried to stand up. He

needed something, just to get away from people in case he phased. But he was clumsy, and

immediately fell to the ground. The world was spinning. He saw a distorted face above his, but

couldnt tell whose it was. He groaned again, and then the world went black.

That evening was a loud, exciting night for Ben. He stumbled out of the nightclub he had

managed to sneak into, rosy cheeked and drunk. He had his muscly arm wrapped around a

girl he could hardly see, and the only thing that was clear to him was that she wasnt wearing

much. His vision was blurry and he could barely make out his own hand in front of his face,

let alone where he was going. He tripped up and heard the girl laughing next to him. He

joined in, stumbling around in a small circle, bent over and laughing. Suddenly he realized he

was alone. She was no longer beside him. He started to slow down and took his time in

examining his surroundings. He could see nothing but darkness. He started to panic. He ran,

or rather plodded down the street, careful to stick to the sidewalk. He still saw only the

outline of shapes, but nothing was coming out clear in his mind. He quickened his pace.

He many have been drunk, but he still had his bearings. Ben took a right into a dark alley that

acted as a short cut to his run down flat. But today, the alley looked more threatening than

usual. For one thing, the lamp that was always on, day or night, was off and the glass littered

the ground and got wedged in the treads of Bens shoes. He hurried on, his vision starting to

return. Everything about something he knew so well was different. It seemed like there was

nothing but that road, that never ending road. Ben broke out into a jog and soon came across

a boy, curled up in a ball in the shadows. Still a little confused by his own actions, Benstarted to laugh at the boy. The boy turned his weary head and glared at Ben.

Whats so funny, tough guy? the boy snapped. His face was covered with dirt and grime

from the streets. His clothes were tattered and torn. He looked like every other boy that ended

up on the streets of Sunnydale. But Ben kept on laughing. Suddenly the boy leapt up and

grabbed Bens neck, snapping it with one hand. Bens body twitched a little before becoming

a dead weight in the boys hand. The boy smiled and let his victim drop to the ground. Then

he changed, and grew taller and musclier, taking the shape of the dead teen in front of him.

He bent down and clamped his powerful jaws onto the neck of Ben and draining him dry he

saw all of Bens memories, everything from his birth to the day his life was cut short. The

boy smiled at he let his victim fall to the ground once more.What a waste of a life. Should have picked a better victim. Then the boy turned and walked

back towards the main road. He walked down the street and was suddenly approached by one

of Bens old friends. The friend smiled at the boy.

Hey Ben, you alright? Thought you were going to the nightclub. The boy smiled at the

pathetic human standing before him. He was disgusted at the way they spoke to him, un-

fearful, boring and worthless.

Yeah, Ive already been. Totally dead, dont go there. Trust me.


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Oh, alright then. See you at school man. And with that, the friend walked off. These

humans are easier to fool then I thought, the boy said to himself. He smiled and walked the

streets again, before resting on a park bench just as the moon rose up into the sky. I do hope

that Kyle is pleased to see me. It has been such a long while.

A slow motion image of a forest whizzing past entered Kyles mind. Then his eyes opened and he

saw the ceiling of a very white place. For a dreadful moment he thought he was back at the place

they had taken him, but then he realized that he was in a bed with sheets. And not nude. He tried

to sit up, but there were wires all around him holding him down. He panicked a little, not sure

how to take in the situation, but then he heard a familiar voice.

Hey, youre awake. Emmas face was suddenly above his and he smiled weakly at her.

I guess. How long was I out?

Almost 2 days. Do you remember what happened? Kyle racked his brain. The last thing he

remembered was seeing a picture of Emmas mother and then he was on the floor in pain.

Vaguely. He said at last. But then it suddenly hit him, Ive been out for two days! Are you

sure?

Perfectly. Ive been visiting you every day afterschool for the past 2 days. I remember because

the doctors told me the dates each day, and it has been 2 days since you entered this hospital.

Kyle was suddenly filled with panic. A lot could happen in two days, particularly when it came to

vampires. He pulled all the leads out from their sockets and tried to stand up but Emma stood in

his way.

I cant stay here. He said, growling with each word. His temper was rising, angry with himself

for being so careless. Plus the smell was driving him insane. The stench of death.

You bloody well will stay here until told otherwise. Emma didnt notice his anger until he

grabbed her by the shoulders, hard and shook her a little.

I really cant stay here. He said again, lower and more threatening. She didnt move. She justlooked at him, putting on a brave face, but her eyes were filled with fear. Kyle hardly saw it. He

moved her to one side, and slowly made his way over to the wardrobe. He pulled out his clothes

and headed over to the bathroom. But Emma stood in his way again.

You cant stop me. Kyle said again.

I know. But at least I can slow you down. Kyle sighed.

I cant stay here.

Why not?

Because Kyle couldnt find the words to say it. He couldnt tell her.

Why not? she asked more sternly. Frustrated and annoyed he turned his arm over and showed

her a long scar he had picked up over the years.

A few years ago I was in a car crash. My best mate was killed and I walked away with just this. I

cant stay here because I remember too much. Of course it was utter nonsense and he got it

when he had a tumble with another wolf, but Emma brought the story. She stepped to one side,

embarrassed. Kyle changed quickly, but when he came out she was gone. He kept his head down

and left the hospital before anyone knew he was even up.


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His apartment seemed dull compared to school life. It was quiet and dark, with no life or love.

The window he climbed through most of the time was in his bedroom, a tiny roo m with mould on

the ceiling, cracked and splintering floorboards and a single light that was broken. His bathroom

was out of order, and reeking of rust and bleach. The tiles were dirty and stained red with

something Kyle hope was nothing more than blood of something. The living room looked better

than the rest of the house, with a wide open space where he kept nothing more than his fathersreading chair, which was tattered and torn with age, and a few bookcases with a small but useful

coffee table. He kept a small radio for music when he wanted, but kept always turned his

attention back to the flames in the sooty fireplace. He loved to watch as they curled up and

around the air. And the sounds it made. He loved the sounds. Always had, ever since he was a

little boy. He went to his fridge, which was no bigger than a microwave oven and no cleaner than

a rubbish bin, and pulled out a beer. He was, after all, entitled to one, seeing as he was centuries

past the age limit. There was nothing really on the telly, so Kyle just relaxed with a book his father

had given him. The spine was worn away and peeling off the pages, which were stained with age

and the cover falling off, but it still gave him joy to read it over and over again. His front door bell

rang and with stiff legs he got up to answer it. But as he drew closer he could smell something. A

dead thing. He whipped the door open but no one was there. And yet the smell was closer thanever. He looked down and almost reeled back in shock. On his door step was a dead, rotting dog.

Flies covered it and it still had soil in some mangy bits. Its discoloured tongue was flopping out

the side of its open toothless mouth. Its soulless eyes were open and white, gazing at nothing

and everything at the same time. A note was attached to the collar of it. Kyle picked up the

mangy thing and took it inside. He read the note carefully, and then burnt it. It meant nothing to

him. Just another threat from some of Bens mates. The dog was harder to dispose of. But he

placed it on the fireplace and set it alight; even if it was boiling hot outside, the fire would get rid

of most of the dog. The rest would turn to ash soon enough. He settled down into his armchair

again and picked up where he left off. Just as he got into the swing of the book again, the

doorbell rang out again. He sighed and rose once more to answer the door. He expected morethreats, but as he drew closer he smelt that irresistible smell that he smelt the first day he

arrived. He smiled and opened the door. Emma didnt smile at him though. She was frowning and

said nothing as she handed him a few pieces of paper.

Homework assignments. She muttered before turning and walked away. Kyle ran after her.

Whats wrong? What have I done? she didnt look at him. She pushed past him and tried to

leave, but again Kyle stopped her. She shook him off and just stared at him.

You have the nerve to ask what you have done wrong. You have no idea what it was like, how

you looked, what you did when you collapsed.

Then enlighten me. Tell me what I did that made you hate me for leaving. She looked away and

Kyle saw pain in her eyes.

You had a seizure. Your heart stopped beating. You stopped breathing. They announced youwere brain dead. And you just got up and walked away. Kyle just stared at her. Nothing was

making any sense. Nothing like that had ever happened to him before. He had never passed out

after remembering something before. Emma looked at her watch.

Ive got to go. If Im home after 10 my dad will kill me. Kyle suddenly felt sick to his stomach. He

let Emma leave but didnt follow her. She didnt need to or want to have him around. The

vampires were on high alert already. There was no need to draw attention to her. He just stood


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there on the steps and wondered how things could have been different if he was normal, if he

was human.

The boy smiled as another body dropped to his feet. Blood was smeared all around his mouth

and he gulped the last of it down, licking it off his fingers and some shreds of his clothes. He

saw her, the key to his masters success. The girl known as Emma. This girl was a close

friend. That would help. And then he saw him. Kyle. The boy grew angry, seeing how close

the target and Kyle were growing. It would be a problem. But he didnt think about that. He

changed his looks to match the dead girls and then stripped her of her clothes and put them

on. It was a strange feeling that he had grown used to when he changed genders, particularly

when they were older. The differences were so drastic. But he had done it so many times; he

was used to that feeling. He put on the last of the clothes and again walked out into the busy

streets. He walked along, waving at everyone that waved at him. It was fun being the popular

kid for once. It meant he could live out loud. And soon he came across her. The key; his

target. She was walking alone. For one thing, it was terribly foolish of Kyle to leave her

alone. For another, it was foolish of her to go out alone. But of course, she didnt know that.

She was totally unaware of the danger she was in as she greeted him as she usually did to the

person he was portraying. He smiled inside. This is all too easy he sniggered to himself.

Kyle had no reason to follow Emma as she left. He quickly ran back inside his dingy flat and

locking the door, proceeded to get out the candles and various sands he would need. Creating a

small circle on the floor surrounded by candles, he sat in the centre and chanted a spell that he

often used for protecting people. It allowed him to look through their eyes, smell what the

smelled, and hear what was being said. It could even allow him to spot or smell any danger or

vampire near her. It was a useful little trick of the trade he had picked up when he first entered

the demon business. The only trouble was that it had terrible side effects, and he would feel

weak for days. But his gut was telling him that something was going on, and so as he sat in the

circle chanting, he saw what she saw. She was walking home, muttering. He couldnt quite make

out what she was saying and he smiled. He had missed her. But then he smelt it. The danger, the

fear, the death. Emma stopped and turned towards one of her friends, and the smell got strong.Kyle opened his eyes and sprinted outside. He had to catch up. He had to protect her.

Kyle dodged all sorts of people as he rushed on to find Emma. The streets were busier than usual

and he had to shove a few people out the way. He turned the corner and breathed a sigh of

relief. She was still there, standing on the curb, talking to her friend. And the smell was even

stronger. It almost suffocated him. This was a creature of pure evil. And Emma had no idea. Kyle


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took a moment to gather his breath, and then walked casually up to Emma, and made it seem like

there was nothing wrong.

Hey, he said, as if nothing was going on, What you up to? Emma looked at first shocked and

then disgusted.

Nothing to concern you, Kyle. Lets go, Claire. Kyle could have sworn that he saw a little twitch

of a smile from Claire. She knew what she wanted. Kyle grabbed Emmas arm.Be safe. He muttered into her ear, and gave her a quick peak on the cheek. Her skin felt

smooth and warm on his lips and he could feel her blush. Then he pulled her in for a hug. With

Emmas back to Claire, Kyle sneered at her. Claire turned up her nose, disgusted at the wet dog

smell he was rubbing off on her. When Kyle pulled back, Emmas face was still shocked. Kyle

smiled, whereas Claire scowled. She wasnt getting her way. And Kyle liked it.

You um, want to come with, Kyle? Emma stuttered. Kyle smiled at her again.

Yeah, sure. But dont start stuttering. I dont think I could take that. Claires face filled with

panic and she looked worried.

You two go ahead. I shouldnt intrude on you love birds. She didnt smile as she brushed past.

The vampire scent was unbearable to Kyle. He just wanted to rip her apart. They were getting

closer and now they got one of her friends, it was going to be hard to keep an eye on themwithout seeming stalker-ish. Emma called after Claire, but she didnt stop. That is one dedicated

vamp, Kyle thought to himself. Emma looked hurt, and Kyle put his arm around her shoulders,

glancing back at Claire who was returning his cold stare. Kyle returned his attention to Emma,

who was looking confused.

What is going on with you? Why are you acting this way? Kyle shrugged.

Just the re-bound of a near death situation. Living in the moment type of thing. Im sure itll

wear off soon. Emmas face showed a flash of disappointment, almost like she liked the

attention. But it was only a moment, but Kyle saw it. He squeezed her shoulder a little and pulled

her in closer to her. Or I could do it all the time if you wanted. Emma smiled.

Maybe. If I choose. It was Kyles turn to smile. He really did like her. He just hoped she liked himback. Im still concerned about Claire. Shes never done that before.

Im sure shes fine. Maybe she had some homework to do. Emma looked doubtful.

On a Friday? Who does homework on a Friday?

I dont know. Lets not worry about her though. What you do want to do tonight? Emma

shrugged.

Dont really care. Why dont we go to the movies, see whats on. Kyle got a little excited. Hed

never been to the cinema and had wanted to ever since he arrived. But he held his face, trying

not to let it show.

Alright. Just nothing with too much blood flying. Bit of a thing I have.

I know what you mean. Emma muttered.

On the way to the cinema, they didnt stop talking. Kyle was asking all sorts of questions about

the modern day and about Emma, and Emma was curious to know about Kyle. He had to

exaggerate the truth in some places, but he did alright. She didnt seem to notice. But Kyle was

more focused on the journey. The roads were clear, no one around. It seemed like they were the

only two sols there. The darkness of the night seemed to swallow everything up, illuminating the

stars in the sky. And the moon, with its threatening size looming over, staring down at him,

taunting him almost with its gaze, that it would be full the next day. Kyle looked away. He didnt


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like to be reminded about it. He hated it when he became the animal. He just wanted to stay a

man. Emma was still talking, and Kyle became fixated on her. She was so beautiful to him. The

way her hair fell around her shoulders, the perfection of her skin, the colour and strength of her

eyes that seemed to pierce into his. And her voice. Her hypnotic voice that soothed him and drew

him in closer to her. But there was one thing that meant he could never be close to her. Her

scent. Her blood was intoxicating, almost killing him. He had to use every bit of strength andwillpower he had just to stop himself from draining her. He knew he could do it. He knew he

couldnt stop if he started. He knew that if that happened he would have to add another tally to

his ever growing list.

When they reached to cinema, and got their tickets and food, it was just starting to fill up and

soon it became a crowded. People all around, chatting, laughing, giggling, shouting, jumping,

talking. Kyle started to sweat. His breathing became harsher and louder. Thats when Emma

noticed. She held his sweaty hand is hers and rubbed his arm.

Not a fan of crowds? Kyle couldnt speak. He just shook his head. Someone knocked into him

and gave him the finger. Kyles instinct was to wipe that smirk off his face, but Emma squeezed

his hand tighter, recovering him. They found their seats and settled down, able to chat some

more before the picture started. Everyone laughed when it was funny and cried when it was sad.But in the middle was a non-stop trail of noises that were driving Kyle nuts. But the thing that

kept him sane was the fact that Emma was still leaning on his shoulder, snuggling up to him at

the romantic bits that made all of the men boo. After a while though, she started to rub her arms

and shiver.

You cold? Kyle whispered.

Just a little. She joked. Kyle took off his jacket and placed it gently over her shoulders and left

his arm on her shoulders. She snuggled in closer, breathing in his own scent. They watched to

rest of the movie in silence.

When they got out, the night was still young, and so Kyle took her through the park, taking thewell-known route so that she didnt get any ideas. They strolled along, just listening to the dull

hums of the cars on the roads and the light footsteps of other people.

You know, you have hardly said a word about who you really are, Kyle. Kyle shrugged.

Not much to tell. Nothing interesting anyway.

Not anything? Emma pushed eagerly.

Nope. Kyle said bluntly. Emma looked annoyed but when Kyle smiled at her, her anger faded

away and she chuckled.

Ok. she said finally. Then she traced a scar that ran from the front of his head to the back on

one side in three lines. Lets start with this. Kyle stopped walking. A sand dune, an Arab on

horseback, a wielding sword, him running for his life, his fathers body on his back. His head filled

with pain and he groaned a little. Emma rushed him to a bench, forcing him to sit down. It helpeda little, but the pain of the memory was still there.

There was a mugger he uh, killed my father and hurt me Kyle shook his head, fighting

back tears. Emma was rubbing his back and pulled him in, cradling his head in her arms. He

couldnt stop. More sand, soldiers falling, people yelling, blood everywhere, him shooting at

everyone, anyone. His whimpering, trying to make it stop. He didnt want to relive it. He wanted

to forget it. Emma started to rock him back and forth, stroking his hair while he sobbed like a

baby. He suddenly sat up, wiping away the tears and sniffling under his breath. Two men were


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walking past, and laughing, obviously drunk. When they had gone the two came out of their

bubble of silence.

Sorry. I didnt know. Kyle snorted. Then started to laugh. Whats so funny? Emma asked,

starting to chuckle herself.

We both know what its like to lose family, and yet were sorry for each other.

I still fail to see how that is funny.So do I, thats why its funny. He stopped laughing but was still grinning like a school boy. The

bell tower suddenly rang out and it was time to leave. Kyle was happy. He was finally opening up

to someone. After all these years running away, he should have run towards it. It would have

saved many sleepless nights.

When they reached to front of Emmas house, the darkness had taken hold of everything around

them.

Well, this is my stop. Emma said. Kyle nodded but didnt look at her. He shuffled his feet, not

wanting that night to end. Emma stiffly turned and got half way up the driveway before Kyle

called after her.

Did that count as a first date? he didnt know where that came from. He just wanted to,something inside of him was burning to ask her. She turned around and smiled at him.

If you like. But she didnt turn to go back into the house. Instead she walked back towards him

and stood in front of him again. Well then I should apologize for this. She suddenly leaned up

and let her soft lips touch his rough ones. Kyles senses were spinning as she drew back. But

neither of them moved. He ran his fingers over her cheek and pulled her in closer to him. She

didnt protest and wrapped her arms around his neck, running her own fingers through his hair.

They kissed again, and his hands were running around her waist and back, with her hands

searching through his hair and over his chest. Their bodies were touching and close, with not

even a slither of light passing between them. But then he could smell it. Her blood was pumping,

and it was suddenly present in the air. He broke the contact and stiffened, pushing her back alittle. The sound of their hard breathing was the only thing to be heard.

You should go inside. Your dad will start to worry soon. He couldnt look at her. Her blood was

too tempting to do that. She looked hurt and confused.

Sorry. She said before turning and walking inside. As soon as the door shut Kyle literally hit

himself. He couldnt believe what he had just done. Not just the fact that they kissed but just at

the way he had treated her. How she must hate him. He trudged home, cursing himself the entire

way home.

When Emma shut the door to her house she leaned against it and put her head in her hand.

She couldnt believe what she had done. It was all happening too fast; way too fast. Her

mind flashed back to the kiss. It was so magical, so intense and then it ended so abruptly.

She couldnt figure him out. One moment he was fine, happy and the next he was angry and

sweating, stressed and looking like he wanted to murder someone. She lightly touched her

lips. She was still in shock at what she had done. He was the first boy she had ever had any

feelings for, the first boy she had actually wanted to kiss. And then he just pushed her away.

Hello, sweetie. How was your day? Her fathers voice interrupted her thoughts and she

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Fine. She said. She could hear the TV blaring in the background and followed her father

into the living room, stopping to give her mothers picture a greeting glance. She always did

that when she past her mothers picture. Gosh how she missed her. How much she wanted

to talk to her, about everything. About Kyle. She couldnt forget about him. She couldnt

forget that kiss. Her father returned to his usual seat that he hardly left when he got home,

and returned his attention to the television set. The news was playing but Emma paid noattention. She hated the news, too much sadness in such a dull way. But today something

caught her eye. A face that she knew. She rushed to her fathers side and turned up the

volume.

Earlier today, Benjamin Bullock, a student at Sunnydale High School, was found today in the

back passages of the nightclub. He was tossed in the dumpsters, stripped of his clothes and missing a

lot of blood. Police are puzzled by this mysterious murder of the 17 year old, and are doing everything

they can to try and solve this murder. Medical examiners suggest that the boy has been dead no more

than 3 days. To everyone out there, if anyone has any information on this killing, please notify the

authorities. This is Sarah Michelle, broadcasting to you live from Emma felt sick. It couldnt be

right. Ben had been alive for the past 2 days. She had seen him at school. Sure he was quieter

than he used to be, but she didnt really notice. She had just noticed that he had been there.

But she had just seen his body there, on the news being loaded into a body bag. It was

without a doubt Ben. Her father, upon seeing her expression, suddenly held her hand in his.

She jumped at the feel of his hand but she soon relaxed. For a quiet man, her father sure

could say a lot with so little. Emma smiled at him, before pecking him on the forehead and

muttering a good night.

But she did not rest easy that night. Not even after she did the one thing that sent her

straight to sleep; reading the twilight series. It felt wrong to be asleep. And yet after it was

about 6 the next morning she was wide awake. Her mind was muddled and cluttered by too

many thoughts, all trying to be solved at once. Once it was 7 and the light was streaming inthrough the crack in her curtain, forcing her to stay awake, she gave up and went

downstairs for an early breakfast. To her disbelief, her father was already up and ready to

go.

Morning. Howd you sleep? Emma was speechless. 1. Her father was up and moving. 2.

He was dressed on Saturday. 3. He looked happy. 4. He wasnt stuttering.

Not bad. Emma lied. She eyed her father suspiciously as she grabbed a slice of bread and

plopped it into the toaster. 5. Her father was reading the morning paper.

Thats good. Her father replied. Ive got to go out today, so youll have the house to

yourself.

Um ok. Emma was shocked. Her father never left her alone and certainly not when hewasnt going to work. Dad, are you feeling alright?

Perfectly. He looked at his watch. Got to go. Love you. Be back around 7.

As in 7 tonight?

Yeah. But you can go out and whatever. Just call if youre staying at someones house ok.

Just before he reached the door Emma called after him.

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Good one Emma. Have a nice day. He slammed the door shut and Emma was left alone.

She had no clue on whether to be overjoyed that her father was normal again, or freaked out

of her mind.

Kyle was following Mr. Blackwood at a safe difference, ducking in and out of the early morning

shadows. There was something up with him. Kyle could smell it. There was something odd about

him. His manner, the way he was walking; the way he was smiling. Mr. Blackwood was walking

briskly and forcibly down the road and it was hard for Kyle to keep up. But suddenly he turned

and Kyle had to quickly make the turn to make sure he didnt lose him. He just caught sight of him

entering an old warehouse and slipped in before the door slammed on him. Kyle stayed still for a

moment and then followed Mr. Blackwood down the dark corridor. Kyle had to tread lightly, for

the corridor in which he stood now was totally quiet apart from the footsteps of Mr. Blackwood,

walking along in his new shoes at a brisk pace. He followed, quiet as a mouse, until suddenly Mr.

Blackwood disappeared. Literally disappeared. Kyles fingers traced the outline of the slabs of

concrete, but nothing gave off any sign of being a trap door. Suddenly there was a small hissing

sound. Then he smelt it. He gagged and tried to hold his breath but it was no use. The world was

slipping away fast and he couldnt do a thing to stop it. He drifted away and then saw no more of

the blackness around him.

Something was shaking him awake. Or rather something sharp was poking him awake. He bolted

upright and then groaned.

Head rush? a voice asked. Kyle nodded.Yep. He said weakly. When he opened his eyes, Kyle saw Mr. Blackwood standing over him,

grinning.

Have a good nap? he asked. Kyle was still a little dazed but he still remembered what

happened.

You gassed me.

Yes, sorry about that old boy, but I could never take you down on my own. Not in this form

anyway.

This form? Mr. Blackwood grinned again.

What? Dont you recognize me, Kyle? You really should. Suddenly he started to shrink in height,

but his muscles grew. His blonde hair turned mouse brown, his eyes from brown to a threatening

green that seeped down into Kyles soul. His skin rippled as the bones in his face moved and

shifted. Slowly a different person was standing in front of him. Kyle couldnt quite see who it

was. For one thing his eyesight was still fuzzy. Another thing was that he just didnt recognize the

new person that was standing in front of him now. But then suddenly he drifted back to his

childhood. Another boy, blood in Kyles mouth, his father running, his mother restraining the boy,

him crying, and a few words that had haunted him and shadowed him from society, You will

always be a monster, and I hate you for it!. Something wacked Kyle on the side of the face and

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him. It was all coming back. And he hated it. The boy from his past was no longer a boy, but a

man. And this man was always grinning and sniggering. Just like he used to.

What did they do to you?

Who me? Nothing. Apart from turn me into a bloodsucker that has to wonder the night instead

of the day. But I consider the bonus feature a gift. Something to treasure and notrun away from.

Like you run away from your giftWhat I have isnt a gift. Its a curse!

Its a curse, its a curse! the man imitated and then laughed. You havent changed a bit have

you squirt? the man ruffled Kyles hair. Instinctively, Kyle batted the hand away.

Dont call me that. Kyle growled.

Oh look at that. I made big brother angry. What should I do? What should I do?

You are no longer my brother.

Denial much.

My brother died a long time ago. This is another one of your victims.

No. I am your brother. I just dont run away from what I have.

Well maybe you should.

Maybe. Or maybe I could do what my sire wants, grab the girl and bring humanity to hell. Thatsounds like a plan too. Kyle growled again. He could feel the animal in him rising.

Youll have to go through me first.

Suits me. Both boys growled and with ease and precision the boy launched himself straight at

Kyle. But it was slow and Kyle slid out of the way. Then he gave off a roar as he changed. He

could feel each bone shatter and recast itself to fit his new shape. He felt his skin stretch and tear

against his growing muscles. He could feel his stature growing and he roared in pain as his ear s

moved. He could feel each hair on his body grow, covering his whole body. Then, like a disease,

he felt it spread up his legs and arms, leaving behind nothing but fur and claws. The pain grew as

it did and soon he was roaring in pain as his face moved, shifted, broke and mended to fit his new

teeth. Then he turned to the boy and charged. The animal within him took over and he let it. Hewanted this thing to die, related or not. The boy turned quickly, and looked at Kyle transforming.

Then his fangs grew and he jumped onto Kyles back. Kyle roared again and twisted and turned

to try and shake him off. But nothing was working. Kyle slammed his back into the wall, finally

able to shake off the load. The boy was dazed and hissed at him in disgust. Kyle growled and

pounced pinning the boy under him. The boy wriggled like a snake to get free but Kyle sank his

teeth into the boys neck. The warm blood poured out of him as he screamed in pain. Kyle tore

and pulled at the flesh, the instinct to kill overtaking his moral conscience. Soon the boys legs

stopped kicking and Kyle tucked in to a well-deserved meal.

Emma was excited about her new found freedom. She wondered around town, stopping by

friends houses. She thought that it would take her mind off things. But it didnt. All herfriends wanted to talk about was that new mysterious boy named Kyle. Emma became

frustrated. No one really understood him. They just thought he was like every other guy:

pretend to like you, pretend to care for you, screw you, and then forget you. But he wasnt,

and Emma knew it. More than anyone would believe. In the end, she just walked along the

path in the park where they had. She had never gone near it before. She had just never

thought about it. But now it meant something, she kind of had to. She sat on the bench next


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to an elderly gentleman and sighed. She had all this freedom and nothing to do with it. The

gentleman looked at her.

Arent you Earl Blackwoods daughter? he asked in a gruff voice.

Yes, I am. The man nodded.

I thought as much. You have his ears.

Should I be offended by that? she was joking of course, but the man took her literally.No, of course not. I knew your father well when he was in the force. As in not a detective, I

mean.

I get what you mean Emma interrupted, Hes changed a bit since then.

Yes, Im sure he has. Particularly since your mother he paused.

I know. Emma sighed again, remembering the father she used to know. She looked up in

the sky, and watched as a flock of birds flew by overhead. She listened to their chirps and

screeches as they flapped around in an arrow head.

So whats a nice girl like you doing out all alone?

Im waiting for someone. Emma lied. The man nodded.

I wont keep you. Just tell your father I said hello. Havent seen him for a while now. You

will tell him you saw me wont you? Emma nodded although she had no idea who this

man was. The man stood up, and plodded off, limping a little on one foot. And Emma was

left alone with her own thoughts again. She just let the wind whip through her hair and

relaxed so much that she felt her eyes grow heavy in the afternoon sun.

It wasnt until the drizzle of rain hit her cheeks that she opened her eyes again. The sky

overhead was pitch black and threatened its rage down onto her. She blinked a few times

and then stood up to go. Just at that moment, the rain came in waves and she ran to cover.

The closest thing was the covered walkway leading to the subway. Normally she would

have steered clear of it, but she had no other c hoice.

As she entered the entrance, the rain grew stronger, forcing her down into the mouth of the

train station. It was almost empty and every footstep echoed off the walls and made a noise

that wasnt comforting to Emma. Rifling through her pockets, she found she only had

enough change to go to downtown. She smiled. The station was right next to Kyles flat. She

brought her ticket and waited patiently for the train to arrive. In the distance she could hear

the soft dripping from the leaky ceiling, and the screeching of wheels against the railings.

The light that was flickering out of the corner was bothering her and so she moved to try

and get away from it, but it didnt help. Then the familiar sound of a train approaching

sounded and Emma stared down the tracks hoping it would be her train. And as the

headlight light up the tunnel, it screeched around the corner and came to a sudden halt infront of her. But something wasnt right. It was too quiet. Way too quiet for a Saturday

night. A light tapping on her shoulder almost made her jump out of her skin as she was

about to step onto the train. But as soon as she saw the uniform, she relaxed a little.

Are you Emma Blackwood?

Yes I am. What do you want?


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We can speak on the train. He said, his moustache wiggling with each word. The train

doors closed just as they stepped in. as the train pulled away it all felt wrong to Emma.

There was nothing right. Everything felt out of place.

You heading home? the officer asked.

No, I only have enough change for a friends house, and I dont want to walk home in this

rain.Of course not. There was an awkward silence that followed as they both swayed

motionlessly to the movement of the train, listening to the dull sound a train makes on the

tracks that is so unique to the train tracks. It suddenly came to a halt and even though it

wasnt her stop, she still got off. She wanted to get away from the emptiness of the stations.

Look, she finally said, What can I do for you, Officer? she turned to the officer, only to

find him a lot closer then she had realized.

Well at that moment, his face shifted and morphed slightly, his eyebrows arching and

folding over his eyes a little, jaw expanded a fraction and his eyes shone blue, You could

help by not screaming. He sneered at her and she turned and ran. She was a surprising fast

running and wearing trainers helped. She shot towards the stairs and rushed up them taking

two at a time, not looking back until she reached the top. He was right behind her, growling,

showing off his fangs that were gleaming at her. She burst through the barrier, jumping over

the bar and continued running. The man just barged through it, breaking it like it was paper.

More stairs blocked her path and she sprinted up them, her lungs burning for air, her legs

numb with pain and her mind racing with panic. Something caught her leg and she fell, but

scrambled up fast and kept on running. The rain hit her hard but she didnt stop. She

couldnt stop. Emma turned sharply around a corner and allowed herself to stop, panting

with panic and pain. She brushed her dripping hair out of her face and peeked around the

corner. The man seemed confused and ran the other way. Emma breathed a sigh of relief

and closed her eyes for a second. When she opened them she got a feel of her surroundings

and double checking the man wasnt around she jogged off towards Kyles house.

The area was quiet again and now Emma was on high alert. The rain was still falling, but

softer now but that made no difference to her. She was still soaked to the skin and was

starting to feel the cold. When she reached his door but there was no answer when she rang

the doorbell, but when she knocked on the door, it swung open, revealing what was hidden

inside. Cautiously she placed a foot inside and called out. Her adrenaline was raging as she

moved inside and she jumped as the door slammed shut behind her. She switched the light

on for comfort and moved around the small dingy apartment that made her cringe at every

turn. Except for one thing. The bookcase. Filled with ancient looking books, all with tattered

spines and yellow pages. She picked one up at random and read the title. Vampire in Assyria,The East and some Ancient Countries. She flicked through it quickly, sitting in the only seat

available. But soon, sleep overpowered her again and she slept peacefully, hardly moving

when Kyle slipped in through the bedroom window.

Kyle didnt have enough time to calm down enough to change back into a human and then make

his way to the cabin to phase for the full moon, so he just stayed there the entire day. But when


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he changed back, he had a bit of a dilemma. He normally kept spare clothes in his backpack just in

case. And he had left that at his house. So now, he had no way of getting home, without being

arrested at least. He sat by the door, and waited. Then a boy about his age turned the corner and

like a snake, Kyle sprang out and knocked him unconscious before stripping him to the boys

underwear and slipped on the clothes.

Its your problem now mate. Kyle muttered to the unconscious boy. Then he left, and movedswiftly through the streets. Then the rain came again and he pushed through it, almost sprinting

back. He wasnt a cat, but he still hated getting wet. He used to be constantly teased about it

when he was younger. But Kyle scrubbed that out of his mind as he jogged home in through the

pouring rain. He had no idea how far he had followed that man for, but he didnt recognize the

area. Not even the smell was the same. But then he smelt it. The smell of buttered popcorn and

he instantly drew a map in his head and followed it to a Tee. He just wanted to get home fast and

curl up in bed and pretend that night never happened.

For some reason, which he could not understand, he used his bedroom window to get into the

house. At the time, it seemed like a good idea, but as he got closer to his secret entrance, he

could already sense that something was wrong. There was someone in his house. He didnt knowwhere and he didnt know who. He just knew there was someone there. Silently, he slipped in

through the window, but knocked it with his back and it came crashing down on his bad leg. He

yelped and fell backwards and heard a familiar gasp. Then he could smell her scent. He breathed

a sigh of relief. He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them he saw Emma

standing over him, grasping a book in her shaking hands.

Whoa, easy Emma. Its just me. Kyle said, defending himself with his hands. Emma lowered the

book and breathed heavily.

For Gods sake Kyle, go through the door like a normal person. Geez, I think you gave me a heart

attack. Kyle scrambled up and gingerly took the book off her, pretending to make it look heavy

to him. Then he eyed her carefully.Why are you here? Emma looked away.

Sheltering from the rain. Kyle stared into her eyes forcefully. She was hiding something, he

could tell.

Then why were you going to hit me with a book? he flipped it over and read the cover,

different question, why are you reading this book? Emma shrugged.

Because it looked interesting. She finally said. Kyle pretended to believe her, but there was

something else behind it. Fear was driving her. Nothing but fear. He brushed past her and

replaced the book where it normally sat and picked up the phone.

You should let your dad know youre here. Then Ill order food. Chinese good? Emma nodded

and took the phone off him, moving into the next room. Kyle rushed to the wardrobe and pulled

out some old clothes, placing them on the chair and pulled out some for himself. Then he spottedsomething which he hoped she didnt. A red patch was forming around his chest and he ducked

into the pathetic excuse for a guest bedroom, and inspected the wound. Wasnt deep and was

healing fast, but not fast enough. He heard a creak and poked his head around the door. Emma

replaced the phone on its stand, looking confused.

You reach your dad? Kyle yelled out.

No. Left a message though. They both stayed silent for a second.


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Oh, hey uh got you some spare clothes to change into. You shouldnt stay in your wet things

or youll catch a chill.

Catch a chill? Thats old language. Emma mocked.

You know what I mean. Emma laughed.

Hey, promise not to look, I dont fancy another t rip to that bathroom of yours. Kyle chuckled.

Im a gentleman. Emma smiled. Kyle turned away and took off his own wet clothes and put onthe new ones, grateful to be dry again. But it was still a hot night, so he put on the tank top and

waited patiently for the all clear from Emma before he could come out from around the corner.

He looked down at his dog tags, which for some reason always stayed with him, even when he

phased. It was a werewolf thing. How to tell who the fallen were. Suddenly a throat cleared and

Kyle swiftly turned on his heels and turned the corner to find Emma picking up the phone again in

his baggy t-shirt and jeans.

Sorry, she said, Had to borrow a belt. Trousers a little on the large side. Kyle couldnt speak

or move, but only form a few vowel sounds before letting off a nervous chuckle.

Thats alright who are you calling?

Food, remember?

Oh, right, yeah food. For some reason that word left a stale taste in his mouth. As Emmatalked into the phone, Kyle gazed out the window at the rain. He gazed up at the sky and

wondered what it would be like if he was different. If maybe, just maybe, he was human again.

And he could grow old with someone he cared about, and not worry about what goes bump in

the night or having to constantly worry for his life. Or whether on each full moon he would tear a

family apart.

Alright, foods on its way. Emma said, interrupting his thoughts. He nodded in acknowledgment

but still said nothing. She moved over closer to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Hey

dont get all soppy on me again please. Kyle smiled.

Deal. But you have to tell me what really happened to you tonight.

I cant and how did you know?Um yes you can, and youre a terrible liar.

Am I really that bad?

Your eyes give too much away. He placed his hand gently on her cheek and rubbed it with his

thumb.

I cant tell you what happened because youll think Im mad or something.

Possible. But did you know that all of the best people are mad?

Oh please dont quote Disney, please.

Ok, ok, Ill stop. Emma paused and sighed.

I met a man on the subway and his face was different.

Demented almost? Kyle interrupted.

Yeah, exactly. And he had fangs and blue eyes and Id never seen a man move like that. Soanimalistic. Thats why I was reading that book. To try and find out what it was. And I think it

was she paused and looked around a little before whispering, a vampire. Kyle frowned.

The evil Spirit, the evil Demon, the evil Ghost, the evil Devil, From the earth have come forth. From

the Underworld unto the land they have come forth; In heaven they are unknown, On earth they are

not understood, They neither stand nor sit, Nor eat nor drink

Wow, how many times have you read that book.


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A few. Kyle joked. Of course he had read it more times than he could count but he couldnt tell

her that.

So you know a lot about mythical creatures then? Emma asked. Kyle didnt quite know how to

answer that question.

I know a little, but wouldnt consider myself an expert. Why? Emma shrugged.

Just curious.Isnt that what killed the cat? Kyle joked. At least it made Emma laugh. The first person in

hundreds of years. The doorbell rang and Kyle left her standing by the window and returned with

food that smelled delicious.

They both tucked into their new breakfast and talked again, not mentioning the conversation

they had just had. Emma began to ask new questions about Kyles family and Kyle asked more

about Emmas mother. He wanted to know more about the woman he had murdered. And she

seemed only too happy to answer them. But Kyle was reluctant to reveal too much about himself

in case he let something slip. But she didnt seem to care. She was just happy to be with someone

it seemed, just happy to finally be able to be open and truthful about something. When they were

nearing the end of their meals, the morning light was struggling to get through the overhangingclouds of everlasting darkness. Kyle stood up and packed the boxes away before throwing them

away. When he came back, he saw Emma eyeing the phone again.

You worried about your dad? he asked. It was killing him inside, killing him that he couldnt tell

her the truth, killing him that he had to wait until she heard the news for herself.

Yeah. He doesnt stay out all night, or not call me when Im staying out late. Its not in his

nature. Kyle shrugged.

Im sure hell call. He place himself on the edge of his seat and squeezed her hand, just enough.

She sighed.

I know. I justhate waiting. Kyle squeezed her hand some more and smiled at her. When she

smiled back, Kyle felt nothing. The rest of the world faded away and it was just them, together.And it scared him. Emma looked at the time and stood up.

I should really go. She said, in a quiet, almost regretful voice. Kyle nodded and stood up as well.

If you think so.

Thanks for the breakfast. It was interesting.

It sure as hell was. They both chuckled slightly but the moment died fast. Kyle followed her to

the door and held it open for her. But before she turned to go she asked him one more thing.

Would you consider this as a second date? Kyle smiled.

If it meant I get to kiss you again, then yes, I would.

Then by all means kiss away. Kyle smiled again, and leaned in, pulling her body into his and

thrust his lips onto hers. She moved with him, and held him in close to her. Their hands ran wild

as before and before long, Kyle could smell Emmas blood pumping again. But this time he didntstop. He didnt want to. He wanted this moment to last forever. The moment of when he was

kissing the only girl he would even consider caring for in his whole life. And then it ended just as

naturally as it had started. And then she was gone and Kyle couldnt help but feel lonely. He

missed her already. But he had other things to worry about. He put on a coat and went down to

the local pub to watch the news and see when Emma would know about her fathers death.


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It wasnt long before it was all over the news. People around Kyle started to remove their caps

and say silent prays for him. He was well liked in this town, and Kyle felt sick to his stomach. After

all, he was an unholy thing. He didnt believe in God, and didnt feel right saying a pray for a man

that couldnt hear him. He was a science-y guy. Then he shot out of the bar, as soon as Emma

came on. She was far away, out of shot, but Kyle could still see the tears rolling down her cheeks.

He sprinted as fast as he could to her house, passing several police cars on the way, when hedrew up closer, he could smell her fear, her sadness and it made him run faster. He turned too

sharply and skidded on the wet concrete but found his feet again and was suddenly stopped by a

massive police man, who had his arms folded and looking ready to sn ap his neck like a twig.

No unauthorized entry. The officer bellowed at him.

Im a friend of Emmas alright the man cut him off midsentence by throwing his head back

and laughing.

Isnt everyone?

I need to see her. The officer looked him up and down, before turning around and giving out a

short sharp whistle. The detective looked up and the officer jerked a thumb in Kyles direction.

Emma at this point turned and ran towards him. Kyle ducked under the tape and caught her in his

arms. Then it was her turn to sob in his arms while he rocked her gently. They didnt say a word toeach other, but they knew what the other was thinking. Particularly Kyle. Hed seen so much grief

it wasnt hard to imagine what she was going through. A certain amount of time had passed

before Emmas grip on his shoulders began to loosen. Then she turned around, but wouldnt let

go of Kyles hand as she answered the remaining questions the inspector still had.

Youll need a place to stay. Will a friend mind if you stay over for a few nights? the inspector

asked finally.

She can stay at my place. Kyle said, bringing himself into the picture. The inspector eyed him

suspiciously. Obviously the leather jacket, dog tags and scared face put him off the idea.

You should really stay with someone that doesnt live in the dodgy part of town. Is there

someone else you can stay with? Emma looked at Kyle.Ive stayed at his house before. Ill be alright. The inspector sighed.

Alright. Heres my card. Call me anytime. And with that he walked away, adjusting his glasses

as he did. Kyle smiled and turned to go, picking up her bag she had prepared earlier. But Emma

did not follow for a while. She was just staring at the house, taking in one last look. Then she

turned and walked with her head down, straight past Kyle and kept walking down the road. Kyle

paused before following. He kept his distance, but always stayed the same distance. She didnt

look back to see if he was there, never lifted her head to look where she was going once. But

Kyle didnt mind. She needed her space right now. And he just needed her to be safe.

Emma was quiet the entire evening. She just watched the flames dance in front of her,completely oblivious to the world around her. Kyle cooked up dinner but she didnt touch it. She

hardly moved since they got in. Kyle was patient. He just sat back and read his fathers book

again. They sat in silence as the room slowly got darker around them.

Do you mind if I turn the light on? Kyle said, suddenly breaking the silence. Emma turned her

head and it was the first time she had looked at him all day.

What? she asked weakly.

Can I turn the light on? Cant read in this light?


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Oh sure yeah go ahead. Emma said, sitting up straight. Kyle hid his smile and stood up to

move to the switch, but he stopped. He heard something, could sense something was wrong. He

moved to the door and quickly pulled it open. Emma screamed as someone fell inside. A very

dead someone. Kyle bent down to see if it was anyone they knew when suddenly it grabbed his

shirt and growled. Kyle shook it off and stood up straight, his heart pounding and his mind racing.

The body started to laugh and rolled over, looking up at Kyle.Every time, I swear it gets you every time. It said while trying to gasp for air.

Do I know you? Kyle asked suspiciously.

Well, duh yeah you know me. Bruce Manning remember, we used to hang out together and

get into all kinds of jams and such. Kyle laughed. Oh course it was Bruce. Another werewolf that

he ran into from time to time. Brilliant to have on your side in a fight. Not so good if you were on

the other side of the battlefield.

Of course I remember you Bruce. What are you doing here?

Just running through town, and saw you walking along, decided to foll ow you and then played

dead at your door.

Yeah that wasnt very funny.

Was from where I was standing. A throat suddenly cleared and they both saw Emma standingthere looking confused and terrified.

Im sorry, but am I missing something? Who is this guy?

Oh this is an old mate, Bruce. Bruce this is Emma Bruce nudged Kyles arm, the way guys do.

Kyle smiled but then hit him hard on the arm. Bruce laughed meekly and then rubbed his arm.

What you really doing here, Bruce?

Is there somewhere we can talk? Kyle eyed Emma who picked up on the hint.

Ill put some of my stuff away. Emma said before walking into his bedroom.

Whats up? Kyle asked. Bruce looked deadly serious.

You know shes the key right?

No really? I never would have guessed.How close have they gotten?

They managed to turn her dad but I took care of it. They wont get near her.

Theyd better not. I just thought Id give you the heads up. They are on their way and they wont

take you alive. And if you get in their way, youre going down.

Ok, so what do you expect me to do? Run and hide like usual?

Wouldnt be a bad idea. Just for a few weeks until they miss their deadline. Then you can come

back.

And what excuse could I use. Her father just died and their holding a funeral soon. I cant leave

now.

Well at the moment their still tracking her, so that gives you a week tops. Then say youre

going on a vacation somewhere. Take her to the lake country. Even if they discover youre therethey wouldnt dare go near it.

Not bad. You should probably go now. I dont want her asking more questions than usual.

Alright. But get out of here fast. Theres no stopping them once theyre on their way. Bruce

slammed the door behind him and Emma came out of the bedroom.

Did he leave already? she asked. Kyle nodded.

Yeah. He doesnt like to stay in one place too long.

So what

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