Alpha Aiden and the Desjadiens Conflicts

Some backstory

Aiden felt like he was on fire. The heat surged from his inside and he inhaled deeply to ascertain that he was alive. He opened his eyes and darkness was all he could see. Faint light caused him to look to his left and when he did, he saw a figure sitting before a table but there was no source of light, he wondered how he could see in the dark room. Back to the ceiling, his eyes went and he reminisced the moment he had last. He remembered his friends, the figure dropping from the trees, his name Schinx and then the hole. Lastly, he was reminded of being abducted. 'Schinx kidnapped you!' he said to himself and looked back at the figure and affirmed that it was Schinx.

Aiden tried to stand as he was recumbent but he couldn't. He huffed again. When he raised his hands, he found out that he had been chained. He held the ends of the chains by his hands and pulled them apart, they didn't give in to his strength. He struggled by wriggling his hands in the chains and when it went obstinate still, there he gave up and continued to think about devising a means and break loose from the bound.

When his thoughts couldn't pick on any of the numerous ideas popping into his mind: of which one of them was to plea for freedom, he examined himself and could feel a surge of strength coming from within him. He felt he could break the chains. The more he breathed in and out, the stronger he realized he got. Again, he tried his strength on the chain and it still wouldn't break. After the short display of strength, coupled with the will to be free, he felt weak again.

"Now that you're up. I will tell you things," Schinx said and Aiden looked in his direction.

'Tell me things?' Aiden thought to himself. He had been abducted on the basics of knowing things and he was filled with the little he had heard. "What have you done to me?" Aiden asked. His eyes widened his nose, stiff and taking in heated air as anger rooted in him. Hatred mustered up in him as well and the previous heat he felt was a kid to one coming from him. He felt as though he was the fire burning himself.

"I can see it in your face. The urge to kill me. That's the drive Aiden, note it. That is the drive. Anger, fear, adrenalin, then the animal required to bear the sword of Damocles would emerge. But you're bound just as you should be. You need to know some things," Schinx said and walked towards Aiden.

"Go to hell," Aiden said and raised his chest in the respite that followed. He twisted his body alongside the chain and again fought to be free. He shouted, pulling his wrists apart but the chain won't succumb.

"Back to hell? I'm sorry. I just left, I ain't going back there. Not now. And you, you'll end up hurting yourself, lad. A reversal portion is in your system. The more you fight it the stronger it gets, and then, the weaker you go. You need enough strength to kill me so retain some," Schinx said.

"What have you done to me? Where are my friends?" Aiden asked.

"I would have bitten you. But I could see that you had it in you all this while. I only needed to hasten the process. I turned you into what I am. I turned you into a werewolf," Schinx said and smirked. He turned to face the table he left and walked towards it. Aiden was processing his words and hadn't attached meaning to them till Schinx turned his face back at Aiden and approached Aiden with a jar in his hand. His brain began to join lines. Schinx earlier claimed to be a werewolf, a thing he held with scrutiny. Still, he chose not to believe Schinx's words and sighed. Only a thing about Schinx's words had been validated and that was his claim about the reversal portion. He realized he was getting weaker, unlike the time he awoke. And that just as Schinx had said it, the more he fought, the weaker he became.

Schinx opened the glass jar in his hand and got some of the powdery content in his palm and folded his hand on it. Steam erupted. "This is wolfsbane, and belladonna, a valid mixture serving as a poison to werewolves," Schinx said and when he opened his hands for Aiden to see, the part of his palm had worn out. Still, as Aiden looked, flesh covered the part and he looked on with admiration.

Schinx approached him and poured the powder on Aiden's belly and he felt a burn. A pain that travelled across his body and alerted his nerves. He knew the strength was surging again and he would contain it but he failed. He was angry and a voice deep in him was telling him to tear Schinx apart. Schinx cleared off the powder from Aiden's belly and Aiden raised his head to see the wounds that had surfaced on his torso. He rested his head and heaved.

"Oh, you're not in your best form," Schinx said and returned to the table, placing the jar back. "You are healing slowly," Schinx said as he returned. "Well, soon, soon, and now. You're all healed."

Aiden raised his head and he was bewildered to see that the marks from the wounds were gone. He held his neck in place, butterflies were in his belly. He had a lot of questions and he wanted immediate answers. "What have you done to me?" he asked again. Meanwhile, he affirmed that Schinx was not natural, and to some extent, he was kind of unnatural too.

"I made you be like me," Schinx said.

"I don't want to be like you," Aiden countered.

"Yes, you don't. But that's your destiny. You were made for this…"

"I am not!" Aiden screamed and blamed himself for it. It was as though he made use of the last peal of airs in him to do so. "I don't want to be, to be like you," he stuttered and spoke slowly.

"Listen, lad, you had it in you all this while. What brought to the forest? You heard its call, didn't you? What brought your friends to come with you? They believed in your words, didn't they? You, you all, were made for this. It was meant to be. Nature wants it, the world needs it. It has to be," Schinx bent and said to Aiden's ear.

"Bullshit! My friends? Where are they?" Aiden asked.

"They are safe. I will give you the orientation that you deserve to lead, and then I will train you all to survive," Schinx said and turned to face the table.

"What orientation?" Aiden asked.

"You are born to lead…"

"Lead what? Do you think you're making sense, Mr Woodwell? You aren't." Aiden interrupted.

"Your parents, your bloodline, now you, had carried the lycan gene all along. But it was dormant. It was suppressed. Sorcery at work…"

"Nonsense, spare me," Aiden blurted.

"437 years ago, the world was filled with paranormal beings. There were contests for power - a vendetta. Vampires against the wolves; vigilantes and witches teaming up against the two. They wanted to cleanse the world," Aiden listened and became still.

"The protagonist, I mean us, and the vampires were the strongest, and our antagonists, the witches and the vigilantes were weak to some point, yet dangerous. Humans were at the receiving end. Vampires need to feed on the essence of life to remain strong and better in comparison to us; we, strongest and fatal at our wolf forms know not who to attack so far it is a human standing on two feet before us. So, humans wanted to quit being humans as the only dose for survival is being a step above humans

Hence, most wanted to belong to a party of the supernaturals. These brought about more death rates as disoriented members of each community were created. Wolves without training, vampires without the sense of secrecy. The vigilantes took these weaker versions and the witches tried out a ritual to suppress the gene in them, turning most into a weaker humans. Your bloodline was part."

Aiden looked on. He was trying to draw realistic lines between the words but he couldn't.

"They continued with the ritual tests and it worked. Thereafter, they attained the peak when the Shire witches were discovered and through their profane dark magic, they were able to meet with Hades and set up a portal. A portal that would teleport any paranormal being into captivity in hell. This was done to the leaders, originals and purebreds, of which I was one. All that was turned by me, all that was turned by a vampire original were cast back to their human form. Since then I've been asleep, imprisoned in hell, Aiden. So watch it when you tell me to go to hell, I can't risk going back there. Though, we have been forcefully asleep. Until now, a human craved a top spot in power and required a paranormal as a bodyguard. She found a surviving Shire witch and they accessed Hades. They wanted to break out one, a vampire original, but the ritual broke by the sides and most of us escaped."

"We followed the portal too and it brought us back to the village where it happened in the past. Where I met you was my pack's yard. I was the alpha. We were called the heptagon as we are the pack with the least number, but the strongest. Aiden, there were seven of you in our yard. When I said I sensed a spark of destiny, I am not being humorous. You're the next generation heptagon. The world needs you, Alpha Aiden. You and you pack."

Aiden would say bullshit but he couldn't, he was getting calmed by the mystic tales that seemed true, yet unproven. He wondered what it meant to be a werewolf. He had seen it in movies and there had been historical plots about the vendetta. He was listening to another and it wasn't seeming like a fictional plot, he was directly involved in it.

"Aiden, you are not going back to the world as you left it. There has been c*****e and there will be more. People will be missing. Dog bites will erupt as a virus, the victim won't know when or how it happened and it won't lead to rabies. Because it is not a dog - vampires. They will come for you, they already are looking for you." Schinx said.