“What is it like to be cold? That thought I wondered about for centuries. It’s cold this night, I take in a deep breath letting the night stars and moon feel my lungs and travel my skin. Normally the breeze is comforting, the way it grappled between my toes and wraps itself around me like a blanket but this night was different, it felt vague, hollow, empty like a vampire’s heart. This was hunting season, as always the eve of the witches Halloween solstice.” He stood high in the dead autumn tree covered by the green-goddess, his stare intensified causing his eyes to turn a toxic yellow, from the distance above like a hawk the headlights ripping through the concrete mortal made roads carving up the mountain. As the car hits the spot, he leaps out of the tree with amazing force, the tree rubber bands slingshotting him forward breaking the branch off in the process, he flies down with enough force to crush the front end of the car when he landed destroying the engine with ease. The car tumbles, shredding apart as it flips only being stopped by a tree as it absorbs the momentum to the driver’s side; the car door comes swinging open, the blood-soaked hand comes out gripping the crushed door tightly before it falls only leaving behind those blood smudged fingerprints.
The hand dangles from the car, blood dripping like a slow leaking foist, the stench of oils, and copper mixing. “Something my alpha taught me before he passed, was to always beware of your surrounding especially during a full moon, always kill your prey and bury the bones the next day and most importantly never give your location to another pack.” The constant siren of the car horn was becoming annoying and a dangerous give away by the minute. “I snatched the driver out of the car with ease, by the way, I further bent the car frame, this was normal as the fragile human body couldn’t withstand the strength I possess at the least not without Mecury bullets or a silver blade. The thing about human flesh is it’s like any other animal the only exception is the seasoning of the ego and arrogance. When my alpha was still around he uses to always pass me the liver telling me it’s the spiciest part of the body that was until I learned to read and picked up an anatomy book and never touched the liver again. Though in wolf form these are things that I never noticed as those things don’t matter to a monster, especially since humans were never our target just more of collateral damage. If we hunt towards metropolitan areas the chances of a human being in the cross-hairs were always guaranteed to happen. As of lately, it’s not something any wolf pack in the area worried about with hunters being preoccupied with the mermaid….sorry I mean sirens at the coast to the east of the vampire capital across the ice bridge of ancient USSR.” This night was like most nights during winter cold, stiff but as I enjoyed myself I heard something in the distance, it was coming fast and loud.
“Had the car not slide down this hill, hidden by the trees and comforted by the night I would have been more concerned. I was more interested in stopping this hunger which in beast form could feel endless and yet still I was eager to see what this sound was. Only a little naïve like when your parents tell you to go to bed but you’re curious to see what happens late at night when you are asleep. I scaled the tree as fast as my limbs would let me, jumping over some branches in most cases to reach the top cause I knew whatever it was, was approaching faster than anything I’ve ever heard before. The further up I went the clearer the noise became and there it was over the cloudy full moon in the sky on their brooms both witches and warlocks in mass leaving the metro area like a grand exodus but where were they going? Dead-mean solstice wasn’t over and winter solstice wasn’t to happen until next month. My Alpha would call me a fool for being this interested in witch affairs but he died a long time ago and I’m well on my way to see why this night of the Solstice is so hollow and grim.
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