I suddenly had an urge to be closer to him. I noticed his vein forming in his neck. I made my way closer to him.
I suddenly felt my teeth lash out. I felt my fangs for the first time.
I looked at the man’s neck, through myself at his neck, and sunk my teeth into him.
I suddenly woke up back on the hospital bed, and I opened my vampire eyes.
Ryan held out his right hand, and I gave out my hand, and he held it. I didn’t know what was happening at first. I grabbed the mirror, and had a look at myself.
I was even prettier than I remembered, my heart was beating, and I was alive, but I wasn’t human.
Ryan smiled at me. “Are you ready to take on the world Annie?” he said softly. I looked at Ryan, and I smiled. It was still storming outside. “I’m thirsty.” I said. Ryan smiled. “I know how you feel, and we will go out to find you someone to drink.” he said. He took my hand. “You will love it, trust Me.” he said.
Ryan and I went toward the bedroom window.
We dropped right out of the window into the darkness. We ran all night in the rain. We ran without a care in the world. I was free, and I was happy.
We eventually made our way to Ryan’s home.
Ryan had an old cabin out in the forest, away from the town. We walked into his cabin, and it was very cozy.
Ryan loved to collect paintings. There were all kinds of collections up on his walls. He had many paintings of animal art, the wilderness, and nature. It was actually very relaxing to look at them.
Ryan had a fire burning in his chimney. We sat on the black leather sofas he had. Ryan and I talked the whole night. He told me about the vampire laws.
Makers and creators were never to be lovers; it was forbidden, and punishable by death.
Only one feeding per day was aloud. That was all that was required for any vampire. Going over one human per day was against vampire law.
Even vampires had laws and were tried to be civil.
One of the laws was that makers could not have more than one creation, unless they were over 1000 years old.
Ryan was 19 years old. He told me how he was made. It was 1912, the year the Titanic was sunk. Ryan was part of 3rd class on the Titanic.
He managed to save up enough money to sail away, and had a dream of a better life in the United States from the U.K.
When the ship was hit by an iceberg he carelessly wandered off in panic, like a lot of the passengers. He met up with a guy names Richard, who was on the same deck as him. People were hysterical.
Ryan was one of the passengers who jumped into the freezing waters, ahead of the others. He begged God for his life.
Even though Ryan had a life jacket on, he was almost frozen, and dead. Richard was in the waters also. He was being cruel.
He mocked people that were in the ice cold water, and dying slowly. He approached Ryan, and asked him if he wanted to live.
Richard already proposed to others if they wanted to live, but they were too weak to answer him. Ryan answered Richard. “Please.” he gasped.
Richard grabbed Ryan, and sunk his fangs into him. They were never seen again.
Ryan and I just sat, and relaxed the night away. I was about to start my new life, and learn new things.
When morning came, the clouds kicked in. I was able to head outside.
I explored the forest, and embraced my new life. I still thought about my other life, and I knew my family wondered about me, but I had put that on hold.
Ryan and I roamed the forest.
Ryan liked to tease the animals by running by them, and spooking them. We had a kick out of it.
Most of the time we just lounged around Ryan’s cabin, and entertained each other with our made up stories. We had a lot of laughs. It was great times.
When night came, Ryan was by the fire, and was reading. I was on my way out the door. Ryan asked me where I was going.
I told him I was going to visit an old friend. “Good luck with that Annie.” he said laughingly.
I walked out the door, and I was on my way.
I was thinking of an old friend. His name was Zach, yes, my ex! My husband to be that betrayed me.
He practically left me for dead. Revenge was a bitch. I was going to pay him a visit, and see what he was up to.
I had to clear my mind of him once and for all. I made it to his home. Barely any time went by since I departed, and he already had a girl with him. They were getting smashed together.
I knocked on the door. Zach was pissed drunk. “REMEMBER ME?” I yelled. Zach was in shock at first. He then laughed hysterically.
He really was pissed drunk, and his girl was passed out on the floor.
I smiled. I lashed out my pink fangs, and sunk my teeth into Zach. He yelled. He was dead before he hit the floor. I fell into a trance.
When I awoke, I was still hungry. Zach did not satisfy my hunger.
I looked down at his new girl toy on the floor, and she opened her eyes, and screamed, as I sunk my pinks fangs into her neck.
Blood gushed right out of her.
After what Zach did to me, he got exactly what he deserved. I set his home on fire, and head back home.
Chapter 7
After my father‘s secret was revealed, he changed. My father came to me one morning. He wanted to teach me how to fight with weapons.
He decided to wake me up bright and early one morning. He didn’t care what my mother thought. He was the man of the house, and that’s was how it was. I was just a child, but was going be turned into a warrior!
My father and I went into his shed, where he kept all of his weapons. “Before you use these weapons, you need to use your head first.” he said.
My father took me outside and taught me to throw punches for starters.
He eventually showed me how to throw kicks, spin kicks, and how to fall down safely. It was basics at first. It was like wax on wax off, just like the Karate Kid movies. It was actually a nice time with my father.
I wanted to know how he became a werewolf, and I was tempted to ask, but he said he would tell me one day.
My father was a great martial artist, and great with weapons. Whoever taught him was a true master. I was learning to grapple and learning how to defend myself. I was doing push ups and sit ups.
It was exhausting, but as long as my father was with me that’s all that mattered to me. We trained day in and day out.
The only time we never trained was Sunday. My father believed Sunday should be a day of rest.
Days went by, and I was learning to kick and break wooden boards. I had small bruises at first, but I got used to the pain.
I was wrestling with my father, and he was teaching me how to kill. He taught me to use pressure points to hurt an opponent. A few more days of this, and my father was going to teach me how to use weapons.
My mother didn’t mind any more that my father was spending all this quality time with me. She just didn’t want me to get hurt.
Days later I was using a sword. My father would put up water melons for me, and I would slice them off, like someone’s head was there.
It was pure awesome! I was slicing apples flying in the air, and learning how to move, attack, and defend with a sword. I was actually a big Bruce Lee fan.
I loved watching him and Chuck Norris go at it.
It was so much fun and entertainment. My father took the sword from me, and demonstrated every technique there is to know.
Soon I was learning how to shoot a rifle properly. I would shoot empty cans placed by my father. I would have to shoot them down with limited supply of ammo, and a short time since my father was timed me.
I was actually a good aimer. I became faster, and faster at hitting the cans. This was cool! My father and I became like best friends.
My father and I set out into the forest on a Saturday to hunt a deer. It was up to me to hunt down, and kill a deer.
My father told me that he wasn’t going to help me.
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er all the training I had received from him, I believed I was ready to take on the deer, and kill it. I found a place for my father and me to sit, and wait for the deer.
We waited for hours.
I finally asked my father about how he became a werewolf. He decided to tell me as we waited. “I was 16 years old, and in a gang, my father was an alcoholic, and my mother was cheating on my father.” he said.
My father continued to tell me how it all started. He was involved in a gang called “Rippers” and that he didn’t have much of a choice back in his day. He was forced to join, so he could fit in, and not get bullied around.
One night he was by a camp fire with his gang members.
Some of them had to be initiated. They were to go out in the woods, and hunt a wolf, but not get bitten by it. They set out with spears.
They were all spread out in two’s. My father was determined not to get bitten, but little did he know what was to happen next.
He and his gang friend spotted the wolf, and began to chase it. They ended up getting separated. It was dark, and started to storm suddenly.
There were loud wolf cries all throughout the forest.
My father was nervous but held his ground searching for the wolf. He heard a noise nearby. The wolf was heading toward him.
My father got his spear ready. The wolf jumped, and grabbed the spear away with its sharp teeth. My father looked around to see where the wolf went, but he lost it.
As my father walked down the forest, he continued to hear the wolf cries in the forest. He heard another noise, and saw the wolf coming back at him.
He got his spear ready, and threw the spear at the wolf, but missed. The wolf sunk its teeth in my father’s leg and left a mark.
The gang regrouped to see my father on the ground, and tended to his injured leg. The wolf that bit him was next to him, and my father was terrified.
The wolf transformed into a wolf man and offered his hand to my injured father. My father accepted. The other gang members transformed into wolf men.
They showed my father what he was to be a part of, for the rest of his life.
My father and the gang members regrouped that same night by the fire. The leader of the “Ripper” gang was welcoming my father into the gang.
“There is nothing to fear, except God.” the leader said. The gang leader took a hot metal plate, and sealed the bite wound on my father’s leg, while other gang members held him down. My father screamed in agony as the hot plate was settled on his wound.
It became like a tattoo. A scar of wolf bite was marked on his right leg.
My father eventually became one of the top leaders of the “Ripper” gang with his sharp hunting and leadership skills.
It was pretty neat how fast people could move up when they were good at what they did. My father told me they all thought he was a dangerous daredevil.
He got the nickname the “D-Devil” in the gang. He told me the gang sat by the fire many nights, and discussed an issue. The issue was vampires. The “Ripper” gang and vampires did not get along.
The gang had alliances with other werewolf gangs in the country, and around the world. It was an ongoing war between werewolves and vampires.
The war would not be over soon, and in fact, it would never be over until all the vampires were dead. For years there have been truces between the vampires and the werewolves. Even truces between other werewolf gangs seemed hard to believe.
The werewolves thought of vampires as evil beings.
That war went back a long way, when vampires and werewolves used to compete for everything like who was faster, stronger, and smarter. It wasn’t just about fighting over land, it was always about who was better at what. It just became an all out war.
The day that vampires and werewolves got along was the day werewolves grew wings, sang Joy to the World.
The werewolves were especially concerned about vampires killing humans for food. Werewolves didn’t like that at all.
Vampires didn’t like werewolves only because vampires only liked themselves. I guess most vampires were looked at as evil by nature.
The last war the vampires and werewolves fought was brutal. The werewolves outnumbered the vampires. The vampires were torn to bits.
The vampires were brave, and fought a tough fight, and went out like true vampires.
Another war, the werewolves lost because the vampires came with swords, and werewolves were hacked to pieces.
It was a bloody mess. My father learned to train with everything, so that if another war came, it would probably be a tossup on who would win the war.
Another thing werewolves hated about vampires is how they recruited humans into their world, especially when it was unwillingly.
The werewolves wanted to start another war with the vampires.
The higher powers whether werewolves or vampires decided to work on more civil ways to resolve issues. The war days slowly vanished. They were indeed bloody and brutal wars.
After my father’s story, we waited for the deer to arrive.
An hour later we heard crackling. A deer had arrived. I prepared my rifle and scope. I was getting ready for the deer.
I was going to get it with one shot, and make my father proud. The deer stood by looking around like they always did. I prepared my scope.
I directed it to the deer’s heart, and I was looking for a nice clean shot to the heart.
My father made me a little nervous because he was staring at my every move. Every second that my father stared at me, felt like minutes.
It was agonizing for me to feel his eyes on me. This was not a test. This felt like it was a final exam, and I was under pressure.
My father was talking me through the whole thing. I asked my father not to speak and he listened. I wanted to do everything on my own for a change, because I wanted to make my father proud of me.
I didn’t want him to do everything for me like he always did. I prepared to pull the trigger on my rifle.
My finger pulled back slowly, slowly, and POW! The deer stood up for a second, and finally dropped like the wind. It was an experience. I was so happy!
My father gave me a hug. He congratulated me. I passed the exam! That was one of the happiest days of my life. My father and I got up to check the deer out.
It was exciting to see it dead on the ground. It was all thanks to my rifle, and sharp skills.
My dad and I sat beside the deer. It was a happy moment together. We were sitting there for at least an hour.
It was a great time. My father took out a cigar and began to smoke it. I actually enjoyed the smell of my father’s cigar.
My father took out his whiskey, and began to drink it. I just sat there enjoying the moment. I loved to see how happy my father was.
I was proud of my father for teaching me to hunt. I was a true warrior. We shared the deer blood together, and we toasted to victory. We tore up the deer, and headed back to the farm.
Chapter 8
It was a long journey back to the farm since my father and I went deep into the forest. We had no choice but to call it a night. We set up camp in the woods. We planned to head home in the morning.
My father and I sat by the fire before going to sleep. He told me a story about a very dangerous hunter. “You are a great young warrior Ninnie. There are many great warriors in this world.
I was almost killed by one. His name was Godspeed, Edward Godspeed. He was not a vampire, and he was not werewolf. He was probably the fastest hunter on earth that I have ever encountered.” he said.
My father told me he was out hunting for vampires one day with his gang.
Back in the day, vampires and werewolves hunted each other daily. It was close to evening. The werewolves were spread out in the forest. He was fully equipped with his hunting knife, machete, his rifle, and sword.
My father was ready for anything, especially vampires. The werewolves wanted the vampires to be extinct. That day many vampires were slaughtered in the wo
ods.
The werewolves were winning the war of the lands.
One by one, vampires were being hunted down, getting torn apart by the werewolves’ sharp claws. They were beheaded by werewolf swords, were blown away by rifle shots, and getting their hearts ripped out, and crushed.
It was a back and forth battle. At one point the vampires had pushed forward, and were winning more battles. The werewolves turned the tables, and were winning.
The vampire empire became desperate.
They were near extinction, and became very weak. The werewolves were close to celebrating total annihilation of vampires. Then the unthinkable happened. Vampires were actually very wealthy.
One night the vampire leaders came up with a secret plan. It was an evil tactic. It was a brilliant. They brought together all their resources, they had money, gold, and priceless jewels.
There was a very sophisticated, and evil strategic plan brewing in the vampire’s secret assembly.
The vampires would put a price on the werewolf’s heads. They hired hunters to help defeat the werewolves.
When word was spread across the world that the vampires were paying a hefty bounty for killing off werewolves, this brought out many hunters from around the world.
They came right out of the wood work. The werewolves were not able to match or outbid the vampires. They did not have enough resources to counter the vampires offer to the hunters.
When word was spreading about the hefty rewards against the werewolves, it got the attention of one of the most dangerous, and feared hunters in the world.
Slowly but surely hunters made their way to the forests, and the lands that the werewolves were occupying.
Werewolves put up a fight against the inexperienced hunters. When faced by the most dangerous hunters, they didn’t stand a chance.
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