Alpha's Mysterious Luna.

2 The Vampire

I'm not sure how I was unable to hear half a dozen of these mongrel mutts run Into the clearing behind me.

I was so close, so damn close to finally getting what I wanted. I have no Idea how that tiny creature hid herself from me for so long but at the moment I have other, more important concerns. Like escape from these ridiculous mutts.

I release the small female and let her collapse onto the ground in a heap. Now that I know where she is, claiming my prize should've been easy. She doesn't belong here. Thanks to me she doesn't belong anywhere. She has no one to protect her. I will have what is mine.

I decide to leave momentarily to put some space between these stupid dogs and I.

As I turn and try to scramble up a tree, one of the larger wolves jumps up and grabs my leg. He yanks me from the trunk of the tree making me cry out in pain and anger.

This is ridiculous. I didn't come here with the intentions of fighting. I came to claim what is mine from that stupid female.

I kick the stupid wolf in the muzzle with my free leg and he yelps, releasing me. I f*****g hate wolves, stupid creatures.

I scramble up off the ground a second too late, and another wolf, this one much bigger than the first clamps his mouth down on my shoulder and shakes me violently back and forth.

I punch it in the ribs hard and it cries out and releases me. Enough of this. Aside from the fact that this was supposed to be a simple trip into these woods, now I am wounded. It was a miscalculation on my part to not have realized that these woods are in fact someone's territory.

Its an inconvenience to be sure. No matter. It won't stop me from getting what I came for. A hundred years have I waited for my prize, and my revenge. I turn and run quickly through the trees, with too many wolves directly behind me.

I jump up and over some fallen trees and I am hit hard in the ribs. I roll over, doing a few somersaults before I crash to a stop, tangled up with a snarling brown wolf.

I wrap my arms around his neck and begin to choke him. I could hear the bones of his neck begin to crack as I am hit from the side again. This time by the big black wolf who seemed a bit more angry than our first encounter a few moments ago.

I need to get out of these woods. They won't follow me beyond their own territory. They are after all just stupid mutts. Big mutts, but still just stupid mutts.

I jump up and out of this useless fight onto the nearest tree and scramble up the trunk out of site. I had really only come for the woman. When I return I shall seek revenge on these dogs. It depends on if I will be coming back alone or not, how severely I'm going to retaliate. Im going to have to expand my plans.

It shouldn't be difficult, there should be plenty of other packs willing to bring these wolves down. There will be other wolves in line behind them ready to claim their territory as well.

I jump quietly to the next tree top and wait. I might be here stuck in the dark for a while. These wolves are annoyingly thorough.

I watch them return to where I had left the woman laying. The large black wolf runs past her deeper into the woods, contining its search for me. I expected the rest of them to follow, but instead they pick her up and begin moving her.

They are walking in the same direction as the black wolf.

I jump down out of the tree and attack the two wolves in the back of the line. I'm not letting them take her anywhere.

I scramble back up the tree behind me and jump to the top of the next tree, then over to the one behind them. I jump down and attack the one carrying my prize.

Surprised but unphased by my attacks they drop her and begin to circle me. I try and get back up into the tree but am this time yanked down and dragged.

I have little desire to fight and even less to negotiate with these animals. This has become much to complicated.

As I kick my aggressor hard in the ribs, the howling of more wolves sounds off very near to us, at least another half dozen of them joining the fight.

I kick at him again and this time am rewarded, by being dropped on to the ground.

Regrettably I will have to leave the woman behind. I cannot fight a dozen of these beasts alone, and I am getting farther and farther away from my goal.

I was content before with my plans. Now when I return these wolves are going to die.

I angrily strike out at the wolf nearest to me. He yelps in pain, and I get up and begin running. With nearly a dozen of them on my tail.

I sprint swiftly through the trees jumping up and over the massive trunk of a fallen redwood.

I climb onto the trunk of an enormous tree and scramble to the top.

The faint pink glow of the sun was beginning to show over the horizon.

Damnit. I need to get back to my lair.

I am not a day walker, and unable to be in the sun for even a moment unless I want to burn slowly, and painfully.

I sit for a moment considering my options.

My wounds right now are slow to heal, which means I need to feed. That cannot be done until the sun sets again.

This little endeavor turned out to be much more complicated than I had anticipated.

I have to get out of here now. I jump across to the nearest tree and then hop from top to top careful not to let them hear me.

After putting enough distance between me and those ridiculous mutts, I climb down and make my escape. I sprint swiftly away from their territory, back towards the safety of my own place.

I will have to feed heavily tonight after I sleep. I have too many wounds to rely on my own body to heal them. I need fresh blood.

I'll have to sneak into the town nearest here after sunset, and find some unwilling donors. There should be at least a few to choose from. I refuse to feed off of anything but humans. No matter how wounded I am.

I was human once. I vaguely remember, it was so very long ago. I had a family for a brief time. A mother, father and sister.

Our dirty little oceanside village was attacked in the middle of the night by a small group of vampires. They killed at least half of the people who lived there. Including me. I think turning me though was a mistake.

I think those who were attacked and drained of there blood were meant to have been killed.

I somehow survived. After the vampires were satisfied, and moved on from our village, I crawled away from the pile of dead bodies, through the dirt and hid underneath the house my father built.

I knew I was changing, but I could do nothing about it. After three days of feeling like my insides were being replaced with Lava, I crawled out from my hiding place.

In the still, and quiet of the night I let blood lust take control of me and I drained everyone else who was left in my village, killing them all.

Everyone except for my family. I was so ashamed at what I had become I didn't want them to see me.

When the sun set next, I ran away. Far away and I never looked back. It was so long ago I can't even remember their names. Not the name of my village or the names of my mother and father.

I had met many like me through out the years as I moved from place to place. I even spent a short time in a nest with other vampires. They were undisciplined and uncivilized so I moved on quickly.

I have come to the conclusion however that I am the last of my kind.

I have moved back and forth over this continent and have neither seen nor heard of another like me in at least seventy five years.

I reach the cave I have been calling home only moments before the sun peaks over the tree tops and shone onto the cave entrance.

I quickly dress my wounds and lay down onto the meager space I have been calling my bed. I shut my eyes thinking about where I shall feed tonight as I lay here silently and wait for the hours long trek of the sun across the sky.