The Unintended

Chapter 6

She didn’t understand the question. Hunter was a little taken aback. He realized the poor girl had no idea what had happened to her. She didn’t know they had turned her into a werewolf. There is a very good chance she didn’t know they existed. She was a civilian. This is going to be fun to explain, he thought. Mira stared at him with questioning eyes.

“You drink?” he asked. “You’re going to need a drink.”

“Um, yeah. Whatever you got. Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

Hunter went to the cabinet and retrieved a bottle and two glasses. How does one tell someone, yes, vampires and werewolves exist? He searched for the words. He got back to the table and handed her a glass and sat down, taking in a deep breath while he poured himself a drink.

“It looks like I owe you an explanation. You asked about my fangs.”

“Yes, I have them too. How is that? What's going on?” she asked.

“Well, our fangs are a little different. We are two different species. What I don’t understand is how you got yours. Were you bit, or were you injected with blood?”

“Neither.”

“Did you come in contact with anyone’s blood?” he asked.

“I bit the man trying to r**e me... Does it matter?”

“It does. And it explains a lot. The man you bit was a werewolf. When you bit him, you infected yourself. It seems you were turned unintentionally.”

Mira sat still and said nothing. She tried to process what he had told her, but grew angry to hear something so absurd.

“Right. And you are Batman, rescuing damsels in distress.”

“No, damn it. I’m serious. You are a werewolf. I am a vampire.”

“You’re a vampire... named Hunter?” she c****d her head to the side.

She stared at him for a moment, then smiled and stood up from the table. “Well, thank you, Hunter, for your help. I appreciate everything, but I think it’s time I go.” she said, walking to the door.

He jumped up from the table at lightning speed and cut her off before she reached the door. He grabbed her arm, with his fangs now extended. “No, listen to me. You’re in a lot of trouble.”

She jerked her arm from his grasp, but stood still, shocked, looking at him with his fangs out. She stood there, mouth open, disbelieving her eyes as moments passed. She stepped back and went back to the table to pour herself a drink and sit down.

“Is that how I killed those men?” she asked.

Hunter walked back to the table and sat down. He tried to be gentle. He knew as a human, news like this would be hard to accept.

“I’m afraid so. Whoever turned you did it by accident. They are going to be looking for you. They’re wolves, pack hunters. They will track you down and will find you. It is only a matter of time before they do.”

“So now what?” she asked, scared.

“I don’t know. This is more complicated than you can imagine.”

“How so?”

Hunter had to remember that, until five minutes ago, she didn’t know vampires and werewolves existed. Now she was plunged into a brutal world she knew nothing about. He realized he was going to have to give the girl a crash course in supernatural creatures 101.

“Grab the bottle and let’s move to the couch. Its story time:” he said.

“It is complicated for layers of reasons,” Hunter began. “First off, you aren’t supposed to exist. Whoever turned you will be in deep s**t. Werewolves are forbidden to turn humans because they can reproduce or have pups, so to speak. Vampires can not give birth to offspring, so we rely on turning humans to perpetuate our kind. Even though we turn humans, there are strict rules about it. Laws which govern the two species were put in place nearly a thousand years ago.

Both our kinds nearly decimated the human population, causing humans to rise up against our kinds. They considered us to be agents of the devil. I suppose, in a way, we deserved it. It was unrest and bloody war for two hundred years and all sides lost thousands of lives. After generations of bloodshed, a council of elders, comprising wolves and vamps, organized at first.

A couple of hundred years later, the two species created their own councils. It was agreed humans were not to know of our existence, with a few exceptions, and we would no longer consider them livestock. The humans who lived through this time died out, as humans do. Some stories survived. That’s where you get the legends and lore. The council destroyed most of the records, in hopes after a few hundred years, humans would forget.”

“What do you know about werewolves?” Mira asked.

“Not a lot.” he smiled. “I know your kind has a special bond with their wolves. You’re supposed to have the ability to communicate telepathically. They are a second consciousness. I know you will turn on the moon, but born wers can change at will. The ancient wolves during the war were animals because they were turned, so they were wild. They were never taught control, or they never bonded, so they killed everything in their path.”

“Do you know how to communicate with my wolf?” asked Mira.

“I wish I did.”

“What about when I turn? How do I live with this? Is there a cure? You dont know what this thing does to me. Its blood lust I can’t explain, it’s terrifying.” said Mira, getting upset.

Hunter burst out laughing, then saw the look on her face and the tears welling in her eyes. He felt like an asshole.

“Look, I’m sorry. I forget this is all news to you. Believe me, I understand. It was a lot for me to deal with at first, too. No, there is no cure. This is life long for you. I admit I am no werewolf expert. I don't know how to help you. I can tell you what I know and it isn’t much, but we may have to seek some help. I will call Dr. Poole. Maybe he can help or knows someone who can.”