Lycanthropes Blood Moon
Deross was a small town, the air wafted with the smell of fetid water lilies and the stench of the stagnant creek. Years of abuse of the earth had downgraded the rivers, especially after the Mexican oil spill. For over twenty years the law prohibited people from driving cars. 2030.
History told of these beasts, that they were created by humans, an experiment with wolf blood. Turning humans into newly existing werewolves. It was called a Mark Virus. The scientists caused the DA Army to turn into these beasts and anything they passed their disease over to caused a two month transformation of the blood cells.
Lady Beth gazed out of her house's western window through a shaft of the curtains; the full moon was hovering above. She watched a young man laugh and as loud as he could shout out the word âforgetâ while dragging a body along the graveled stone road. The man had killed someone, the body was frozen into a peaceful expression and the irises were so white that Lady Beth could see it from her house. The streetlights of the town showed only that the two men' shadows weren't present.
In a little beaten up town like Deross there was nothing they could do about this everyday occurrence. She recognized the man dragging the body as Zack, an old friend of her neighbor- Reece's daughter Maya. She remembered that Maya used to be very protective of her brother Hew when he was a kid. Now Beth knew why. Touching her lips with shaking hands, she quickly blocked out the light from her house and closed the small open shaft of the curtains, stopping anything from looking inside.
Across from Lady Beth's house at the corner of Avenue Street and Lane 7 a wooden ramshackle barn's floorboards creaked, footsteps echoed. Wolves howled at the full moon and beasts walking on two legs had been born into this world. They were called biped brethren, and they usually stalked through the forest behind the barn.
The dew dripped from the trees and the limbs in the form of hands casting shadows. Nightwalker with overly large boots walked out of the barn and into the mud. He looked quite young and he glided like a wraith, he quickly got away from the house.
He was, despite his youthful looks, a hundred years of age and still quite agile. He protected his pack and killed any human that crossed. Today he was faced with Josh, Nightwalker was about to kill this human.
Josh struck a deal before he was murdered, he wanted a life like one of the Brethren. Josh was impatient, his first impression given to Nightwalker was that he was a scared kid. Josh begged not to be murdered, âI'll do anything, I'll become one of you! Just give me a chance to prove I'm worth it.â
Nightwalker gave Josh the eternal life, but it came with a price. He was to make no contact with any human ever again. Biped brethren werenât loved in this town; they were hunted like the wolves they were.
The howling in the distance increased and the wind ruffled Nightwalkerâs long mane. There was a rustling in the bushes across from him. It was Storm, the matriarch of the pack, hiding in the undergrowth. She was the first human he changed into a Lycanthrope, ten years ago.
âLook behind you,â whispered Storm her green eyes piercing the darkness.
He spun around to see a man with a crossbow in his hands. His face was serious and he was determined to make his kill.
Reece was known as a hunter of brethren. He was not shaking in fear and he wasnât afraid of facing the unknown. He aimed the crossbow higher. âCreature of sin, stay where you are,â he spat.
Nightwalker cracked his joints, âHumans, I despise human beingsâ
âAnd I despise Brethrenâ
âWho are you?â asked Nightwalker cautiously turning his hand into a fist.
âYou need not know. Do not move an inch.â
âI already did my job, human.â Nightwalker waved a hand at the barn.
Reece looked up from his crossbow, the light of the barn turned on and flooded onto the courtyard. A figure silhouetted in the doorway. The figure stumbled forward to reveal blond blood splattered hair and a leaking neck wound.
âJosh!â He grimaced at Joshâs feeble body covered in wet glistening blood. Josh leaned against the doorâs entrance, breathing hoarsely.
Josh was Reeceâs only friend in the world. For some reason Reece has never thought that heâd see Josh in a shape as bad as this.
âYouâll pay for this creature.â Snarled Reece
An arrow whistled through the air and thudded into Nightwalkerâs shoulder. He gave a thundering roar. The transformation to his beast-like form began. The body shifted growing taller. His bones rearranged itself as Nightwalker yowled and whimpered. He shook his head left and right to show a newly transformed head covered in long wisps of hair. The black skin was matted. A vicious snarling smile exposed yellow stained teeth. Red sharp nails that of an ungodly beast grew from paw-like hands.
Nightwalker ripped the arrow out his shoulder and with two black skinned legs launched him from the floor. His clawed paws flailing in the air.
The sharp canines missed Reece and he smashed the crossbow across Nightwalkerâs face.
A small cry came from Storm, but Nightwalker motion her to stay where she was.
Nightwalker rose from the ground and pulled back his ears. A stench wafted out the creatureâs muzzle and green cat-like eyes stared into the hunterâs eyes.
âMy name is Reece remember it,â shouted the hunter.
Stepping back Nightwalker replied, âI am Nightwalker. Weâll meet again.â
Nightwalker dashed away followed by the hunter. Nightwalker grabbed hold of Josh that had slumped on floor. Pulling him over his pierced shoulder, he looked back and jumped onto the Barnâs roof closely missed by the hunterâs arrow. âIâll see you in hell.â
Reece did not show empathy for Josh; the only way out was to become one the the brethren. It was the townspeopleâs wish to rid the world of all Biped Brethren. Reece thought, âWhat will I do?â
~*~
Two weeks later he had gathered the citizens in the council chambers. The council chambers were church like, honouring the deity . A cross above the stage made him feel welcome.
People had come to listen to Reece; slowly they swarmed into the council chambers. His grey hair was slicked back with gel, the little black hair that were there was losing its pigment. His blue eyes glistened, he felt proud to still have his job. He could hear the shouts from people in the council chambers about a murderer on the loose by the name of Zack. He lifted his gloved hands into the air to silence everyone and announced, âThe creature is still at large!â
He shouted, âThe lycanthrope many fear is roaming! I do not fear anything. Fear is for the weak minded. The creature will be defeated. I need troops to aid me.â
Three volunteers stepped forward. Unaware of what they were being lead into.
One was of average built with snow-white hair while the others looked tough enough for a fight. They looked around themselves and saw no other volunteers.
âDas at your service!â said the white haired gentleman.
The one with corn coloured hair said, âLucius,â he pointed toward a guy with black hair and green eyes, âAnd this is Piet,â
Reece hollered, âGood! Follow me!â
Reece strolled over to the chamber doors and the three men followed him.
âItâs been a dream to fight the monster that has been plaguing this land for centuries,â said Das.
Reece noted Das wore a wedding ring, he was waving goodbye to his family.
âWe need more men to attack the creature. We canât go on living like this in these modern timesâ
Lucius said, âWe are reduced to the stone age. Cars canât be used because there is a threat of a monster. They say the silence of the world is better than a thousand provoked monsters.â
âI have a plan, we will drive a car into the woods and provoke them.â said Reece
âProvoke them, Lucius just said that silence is better. Where shall we find the car?â asked Piet
âWeâll have to rob from the car storage.â
âItâs against the law to take a car,â Das exclaimed
Exiting the building the men followed Reece toward an alleyway. Rats crawled out of corners and cats sat on the dustbins anxiously flipping their tails. There was a door at the end of the alley. Out of the corner of Reeceâs eyes he could see a man slipping out of their sight and it sounded like he cursed.
âThis place is known to have cars?â asked Piet
âYes and itâs close to the council as well.â
Reece turned around and looked at Das, âTake a car, I know you want to.â
âI-I donât know what you are talking about.â
âI know you steal to keep your family alive, almost everyone does It.â
âIâm an honest man. I donât steal. You do it.â
âWe both will do it then.â
Reece walked forward and rattled on the door. Lucius motioned Reece to back away and he rammed the door with his shoulder. The door creaked open and the others followed him inside. They were standing in a pitch-black room; they gazed at the windows all boarded up. It was stuffy inside the space and no one has been inside for quite a while.
The smell was damp and it was hot. Reece navigated his way over to a blue ford Twin Cab, enough space for four men. It was open and the key wasnât inside the car. He sat down and felt if the pedals were still there.
Das screamed, âI found keys!â
âGreat work! Bring it over here!â
~*~
Piet opened the garage door running to jump into the back of the Twin Cab, joining Das and Lucius. The carâs engine could hardly came to life and the exhaust coughed as Reece revved. Oil gauge showed only showed half the pressure, but Reece didnât care.
Reece stepped on the petrol, almost losing a few men as he swerved right. Feral cats ran out of the way of the vehicle and Das hit the Twin Cabâs tailgate. He was helped up by Lucius.
Skinny dogs barked and yowled at the strange sound coming from the car. The men had clung onto a pole on top of the roof. The twin cab turned left into the woods. They knew very well that Reece wasnât used to driving a metal contraption, none of them were.
Reece pulled over in a forest clearing, looking around for any clue from a wolf. Das, Lucius and Piet climbed off the back and stood by the side of the doors. Their eyes scanned the area for anything suspicious.
âIt âas been ages since Iâve been âere,â said Piet
âJa, you can say that again,â replied Lucius
Reece rolled down the window and it got stuck in the middle, something stunk like led and he didnât know what. He opened a compartment in the car to see what was inside it. He took out what looked like a gun. Looking over it he threw it out the window and Das picked it up.
âLeave the gun!â shouted Reece
Das dropped the gun and hit a rock going off with a boom, scaring him half out of his wits.
âBloody hell, I thought I was going to die!â
âYou will if you donât stop playing around,â spoke Lucius
âThere is no way this can be seen as playing around. I was merely looking.â
âAnd almosâ get your foot shot off, old boy,â uttered Piet
âIâm forty, Iâm still young you know,â cried Das
âYour close to fifty, youâre not that young,â laughed Lucius
Reece revved the car as much as he could, it kicked up pebbles. The car's battery failed to respond, suddenly one last rev from the cab killed the engine. Reece hit the horn with his fist and the wheels went into the ground. Water and oil started spilling out the vehicle, falling to the ground.
âLook weâre stuck âere!â yelled Piet
Twilight was overhead. Birds had flown west from out of the underbrush, scared away by something. Reece tried opening the car door, but it was stuck. He moved over to the passenger seats. The car consisted of four car seats and the back Bakkie, it was a twin cab.
âSomethingâs âere. I can feel it,â shouted Piet
Reece climbed out of the Twin Cab and stumbled into the bushes only to be faced with a body a few weeks old. âshite! This bodies frozen and its got worms sticking out of a hole of the chest. He quickly crawled out the bushes causing abrasions on his elbows, scrambling up from the ground he moved over to Lucius.
~*~
Hew sat inside his house looking at the crossbow collection on the mantelpiece. His brown eyes scanned each of the weapons. There was something strange; Reece didnât take his crossbow with him tonight. He had no idea where his father was or if he would ever see Josh again.
He tapped his shoes on the small coffee table, clearing his throat and fixing his jacket button. Maybe his father forgot to think again. He jumped up from the ground and picked up a crossbow and a silver arrow. He felt the smoothness of the wood; this was the best crossbow his dad had, he hadnât used it in a long-time. It was put together quite well.
âWhat a waste of silver. I say the person who is to slay the beast should use a bullet,â articulated his sister Maya, walking into the dining room.
Brown hair accessories pulled her blonde hair back, her blue eyes had a gleam in them and she had luscious lips. He was born far away from Deross and the one that found him he usually called Reece. He was in full care of his sister for a long-time, because his father usually went out to fight creatures.
âCome on, those things donât exist,â answered Hew, âMaya, you stay here, guard the house.â
He roughly turned toward Maya with the crossbow, with a few arrows shoved in his back pockets. He wouldnât want Reece to die of boredom or by the hand of the bogeyman, which he knew didnât exist. Maya wasnât a fighter and he didnât want her to get into any kind of trouble.
âStay. Iâll be alright.â
âLittle brother, youâll get yourself in trouble,â she said, walking over to him and ruffling his brown hair.
âYou know, I hate it when you do that,â he said backing away.
âYou use to hate me so much, everyday you wished for your real parents. I was continually taking care of you and now youâre twenty.â
âI donât remember hating you.â
âI remember well. I was only eleven years old, but it was like yesterday. You came walking into the house with my dad. He told you to sit down, you were five years old.â
âGreat story, Iâll listen to it when I come back,â said Hew walking over to the front door, closing it behind him. He leaned against the wall and thought deeply of the way he use to act.
He didnât want to listen to the story, he heard it so many times that it actually hurt him to think of his real parents and how much Maya cared for him. Reece once showed he cared, but now he is obsessed with the werewolves that become his life.
Hew looked at the street to see tire tracks coming from out an open garage door, a fetid smell was in the air and by the looks of the direction of the marks Reece was going to the woods.
âThat must be Reeceâs driving.â
He had started to run, hearing the clang of the wind chimes at the front of his house. He looked back to see his white house getting smaller. It had to be Reece in the woods there was no doubt. Whatever he was up to there, he was sure there wasnât much time before he got himself into trouble.
Turning left he walked into the forest hearing birds fly away from him. He walked further into the darkness, stepping lightly on the sand.
He stepped into the light of a car, looking around he saw four men standing very close to one another. They looked frightened of the sounds coming from the woods. Hew ran over to them and tossed his dad the crossbow, passing a few arrows while he was at it.
âItâs only the owls Reece,â said Hew
âItâs the creature son,â responded Piet
âWhat creature? Never mind, I only came to give you a crossbow, now Iâm going back. Donât let the bogeyman catch you.â
Hew turned back around and walked off. Reece watched Hew walk away, he knew very well what he was like when he was young if only Hew knew that he was his son and Maya was the adopted one.
âGoodbye, son,â whispered Reece
His son disappeared into the shadows; the last article Reece saw was his jacket flailing in the wind. There was a rustling in the trees across from them and Reece readied the crossbow.
âCome on, good shot or no good shot I'll get the thing,â said Reece, wincing as he saw a foot come into the light.
âDo you think the monsterâs after us or the bodyâ hoped Piet
âI think it is after fresh meat,â answered Lucius
~*~
Reece looked seriously at the person coming out into the light. The girl looked vicious as she exited the woods and came to a stop in front of Reece, looking at him with a glare.
âYou wonât shoot me now, would you,â
âGuess again Liken. You are disgusting creatures.â
âDo I smell a corpse? Have you killed someone for me?â
âYou wish woman,â spat Reece
âTell me, how is our son doing Reece?â
âWhat do you mean, our son?â
âYou canât forget a face like mine! I was yoursâ
âWas?â
âJa, was. How about a deal?â
Then the memory returned, she was a young woman back then, black hair and brown eyes, now replaced with sharp green eyes, she must have become a werewolf.
âWhat is she talking about?â asked Das
âYouâre not his mother anymore, you ran away when you were pregnant leaving Maya and me.â
âDonât hold it against me. You had changed and so have I,â she spoke
âI was only told a few years later to get Hew at the Dutch Reformatory Church.â
âI didnât want a child. Why did you think I adopted Maya?â
âMartha, the poor boy thought those that took care of him were his family.â
âI had enough of this. All I asked for was forgiveness.â
Martha hit the crossbow out of Reeceâs hands then she clutched onto his arm, squeezing it as hard as she can.
âThis is an autumn moon night; itâs too late to save Josh!â
âWho said anything about saving him?â
She opened her mouth only to feel a sharp pain in her chest. Martha looked down and saw an arrow in her chest. Gawking at Das holding the crossbow
âThat tickles,â she laughed.
âWhat is she? Why isnât she burning?â shouted Piet
âShe is still alive!â screamed Das
âListen closely Reece, I will take your guys shadows,â laughed Martha
âHow do you presume to do that?â
âEasy,â she bent forward and whispered, âYour dumb friend just shot an innocent, me.â
âNow you know you are lying, youâve lost your mind,â shouted Reece
Reece grabbed hold of the arrow with his free arm and broke it off in her chest. She screamed trying to get it out, frantically crying. She looked furiously Reeceâs way and grabbed a hold of his hair. Reece grabbed her and tossed her against the ground pinning her to it, her hand slipping from his hair.
âBring the crossbow,â shouted Reece, trying to hold Martha at bay as she kicked trying to transform.
âThere is nothing you can do to stop the transformation and nothing you canât do to save your soul or our son's, one day the wolf or the shadow stealer will take you three including Hew. It's just a matter of time who goes first, two evils cannot be chosen when you have the lesser of the evil not far from your reach.â
The moon came out of hiding behind the dark clouds and he grabbed hold of the crossbow shooting Martha before she changed into the creature.
Das scratched his head and walked over to Reece, âDonât worry; it is only a load of horse dung that a soul can be stolen.â
Reece looked at the men and he fixed his dishevelled hair. He looked at them once again and saw that his shadow and Dasâ wasnât showing in the light of the car.
âThe war⌠I think is over for now,â beamed Reece
âBloody hell you killed your wife, man!â shouted Das
âThere is nothing we canât do nowâ
~*~
Reece looked at the ground and stood up, kicking Martha aside. He carried the crossbow and looked at the stars.
âDo know what happens to peopleâs shadows?â asked Reece looking quizzically the groups way.
âThereâs a fine line between right and wrong,â whispered Piet
âI think we should leave the woods, right now!â
Reece cleared his throat and said, âLetâs regroup at my house.â
âDivulge your Secrets old boy, âow do you know one is a werewolf?â screamed Piet, crossing his arms
âI just have the sense that one is a werewolf and I kill it. There is nothing else to say,â answered Reece curtly.
âYou feel quite proud of yourself for killing your wife and look she is still wearing her wedding ring,â
Reece looked at Marthaâs ring; it still had the white diamond in it with the golden wave. He walked over to Lucius.
âWe have to go, the boss will find her here,â spoke Lucius
Slowly they made their way toward the town. They knew well that the next thing in store for them would be more fighting and this time all of them would join the brawl.
Reece noted Nightwalker was walking through the woods. It made his group alert of all the things happening around them. Quickly as they could they wrestled through the woods and entered the town, one more fight avoided. Reece believed they couldnât hold out for much longer fighting another.
Far in the distance the carâs window was being smashed in. One man's scream was heard and two different yells from others.
Reece did not look back he was so sure that Nightwalker would come, but instead his wife- Martha came. He hadnât seen her in twenty years.
~*~
Hew was standing outside on the balcony, looking down at his father. He listened intently at what they were talking about.
âThe creature is a right monster alright,â said Das
âI believe they are still human,â said Lucius
âWhy did you join this group then?â
âI better get to my family,â spoke Das
Das saw Hew on the balcony and he strolled off toward his home; it was on the other side of town.
âGoodbye,â Reece expressed amusement as he walked into his house.
The door shut behind Reece and he walked into the kitchen. He saw Maya packing the food away not looking at Reece coming closer. Maya then buried her face into a book called âThe sourceâ.
âYouâre always busy with work,â said Maya, reading the history of Julius Caesar
âWere you talking about me?â
âYes, there is never time for just us three,â she put the book down and said, âI believe your avoiding us. You use to show you cared.â
âI do, I kill the werewolves to protect you.â
âLook at you, what is that on your shirt?â
âItâs nothing.â
âYou killed someone didnât you? I knew you would lose your mind,â cried Maya
âI had to kill the person, she was a werewolf.â
âIâm not even sure a werewolf exist anymore. Hew doesnât believe in it either.â
âPlease donât start!â shouted Hew walking into the kitchen
âI had to kill her⌠Hew, Iâm sorryâ
âWho did you kill?â wailed Maya
âYour mother...â
âWhy?â shouted Maya
âThere was nothing I could do.â
Suddenly everything felt like a very tightly strung guitar, its strings about to break. His heart pounded in his chest, the feeling of sick to the stomach when you realize something. Hew ran out of the house running as far as he could. He ran trying to forget everything he heard. He ran to the only place he remembered to be his safe spot. âI should have known my father was bad. I wanted to know what my mother was like. The caress of her love and now it was all gone.â He thought
He felt like the little boy he was when he first arrived at Reeceâs house and he was only five. Every night when he wanted to be alone, heâd hide and speak to a voice that only spoke to him.
Across from the alleyway and he heard a coughing sound come from someone in the darkness. He walked into the shadows, letting it shroud him. He saw a man leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette.
âCongratulations on killing the Matriarchâ said the man and he took a puff of the cigarette and blew it Hewâs way. The beady eyes of the man rolled and reflected a bright yellow. His hair was dyed red.
Hew stood his ground and said, âHow do you know me?â
The man pushed away from the wall, he wore a black overcoat decorated with white stripes. The rest of the clothing were grey. His white smile penetrated deep into Hewâs soul, it was like he knew him from before.
âIâve been watching you. You came here often when you were a troubled child. Forget, forget Hew, forget again and let me take the troubles, I can finally give you the side of immortality you always wanted as a five year oldâ In a trance Hew said yes, his mind clouded and in his final thoughts he only thought of immortality. The very next day he was found frozen close to the corner he used to sit as a child and speak to the voice. His father arrived on the scene and found a letter next to his son, it read: âOnce a father, now alone. Once a son, now anew. Frozen in time, a peaceful memory. Not with you, or fanciful tales. The time you've spent hunting, has given a son in bloodline, a shadow gone, another life betrayed. The wife you've killed has been in temporary confinement of insanity, she thanks, but now she haunts. Bury them well, Zack.â
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Why did you spam this on my story... :'( I need readers please...
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I like this one. it is very interesting..... i cant wait for the next part
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Thank you! I'll post it up soon.
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sweet!
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Her... Maya's picture was sitting and collecting dust in a corner. Reece thought back to her, âI'm leaving dad, I'm not staying here with the demented things.â She was looking at Reece with blood red eyes and a guy was standing behind her with shocking red hair. Reece did not introduce himself, he only answered, âGo! Leave!â
A year later at Avenue street, on 19 March 2031, a ramshackle barn was burning down in memory of all who passed away in it. Reece had a serious look on his face, his only daughter moved away from the Mexico Gulf to an unknown place. âIs it better that I'm alone?â.
His only three friends weren't contacting him. He stared at the phone in the house and looked out the window of his house. The electric fence was put in to protect him and to isolate him from others. Alcohol bottles were lying around on the floor and his face was red. His body was slumped over a couch with his shoes kicked aside.
The house still looked like last year, unmoved, he couldn't forget anything inside the house. It only told him that he was clinging to something that wasn't there anymore. The mantle piece had the crossbows still on it, it was the only thing in the house that was taken care of.
Reece's face was thin, famine was in the world. The wolves hadn't shown themselves since he had seen Maya. He hadn't had a good sleep since everyone moved away from him.
People's voices still echoed on the street, he could stand up and look outside. Lazy as he was, he didn't care to look, instead he fell off the couch and looked through a broken bottle in his hand.
He threw it toward the front door, the voices of the people grew louder.
âYou hear that?â
âYes, I think so. The wolf must be there...â
They rattled the door and muttered to each other outside.
âOpen the door!â
Reece took another bottle and threw it through the window.
âSh! You see that?â
âIt must be angry.â
He could hear them more clearly, it sounded like they were wearing gas masks. Half muffled, but still human. Or at least he hoped it was humans.
âStay away!â shouted Reece.
âI think he's in trouble, Grey, come we should open the door. You go look through the window.â
A female figure clad in black tunic, straps and gas mask looked through the window and said, âIts a drunkard. We can use him.â
âThe door is unlocked, but I can't open it.â
The woman answered, âThere is a cupboard in front of the door, I'll help you push it out of the way.â
The cupboard was pushed out of the way, making skid marks on the floor. The glass making an awful noise as it's being pushed across the floor and being stepped upon. A woman and a man clambered over stuff and grabbed hold of Reece.
The man holding onto Reece said, âI know him, He'll be a good patient.â
The woman said, âYou sure. He's been drunk for don't know how long...â
âI'm sure, you see those crossbows, he fights animals.â
Last edited by Dira (2010-10-10 09:33:20)
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interesting
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