Vampire Eater

Having a mate was overrated. The thought sour in my head as I watched a couple going at it on the table across from me. There wasn't even a shred of decency from any of them as the girl just had her tongue shoved down her boyfriend's throat. So maybe I was assuming they were mates but I knew for sure they were both werewolves, so I couldn't imagine them making out like that if they weren't mates. Ugh. I rolled my eyes yet continued to watch while I took a sip of my cola through a straw. Yet, you are still watching. The Loba sounded in my head with a hint of amusement. There was no deeper meaning behind my thoughts about having a mate being overrated. It wasn't a longing for one. On the contrary, every werewolf that's been in my life always hyped up the thought of having a mate, the one person destined to solely theirs. Like it was the end game to their lonely life that some even forgone dating in hopes it would happen to them. I've seen many die in their loneliness when they could've least had a partner. I'm just betting on how far they can go without oxygen before passing out. I simply told my wolf. Only quiet laughter was my answer back. Growing tired rather quickly of the scene before me, I finally looked away and dug through my bag for my phone. It was an old nokia phone I bought from a pawn shop a year back. Sure it wasn't the height of technology but it served it's purpose of making calls and checking the time. Speaking of which, it was five minutes till my lunch was over. Grabbing my drink, I slurped up the remnants of it, giving a few good of those obnoxious sucking noises to make sure every last drop was inhaled. Just as I got up, ready to toss my trash away and return my tray, the girl from earlier that was sucking face with her boyfriend was making her way over to me looking unhappy. "Hey!" She calls out to get my attention, standing in front of me, arms cross over her chest, hip to the side. It was the stance of someone who was trying to appear in charge. Seen it all too many times. "I appreciate it if you stop oogling my boyfriend when we make out!" She snaps at me. I blinked a bit in confusion before bursting out laughing, missing her shocked expression. "Listen, I am not interested in your boyfriend." I narrowed my eyes at her. "I was much too appalled by the fact you and your boyfriend have no decency about sucking face where everyone could see." I place my hand on my hips. "You don't want people to stare? Then don't suck face where people can see!" I snap at her, irritated, moving to pick up my tray. This girl must've lost her mind when she smacked the tray right out of my hand. I looked at it as it clattered onto the table loudly, catching the attention of nearby pedestrians. Great, just what I needed; an audience. She moved closer, getting right up in my personal space and I held back a growl in my throat and the bloodlust rising in the Loba. "Stop. Staring. At. My. Boyfriend." She hisses at me, her blue eyes starting to glow a pale yellow. Now I was pissed. I stood closer, a deep growl rumbling in my chest as I felt my eyes shift, knowing they were glowing a bright neon blue, my canines starting to lengthen in my mouth. I could see her start to lose her bravado as she starts to take a step back. "f**k. Off." I growled out darkly. Not wanting to look like a complete weakling I guess, she flips me the bird, hissing at me and storms off back to her boyfriend. I could only glare at her and just grab my tray and drink and toss them away, leaving the tray on top of the trash can and quickly rush back to work. "You're late." My boss said, arms crossed over his chest as I had placed the cap on my head that had the fast food place logo on it, keeping my hair up and out of my face so I didn't have to wear a hair net. "Barely." I huff, pulling on my apron and tying it off behind me. "By a minute." Resisting to roll my eyes. The guy may be closer to my age but he was one of those he thought had the power to do whatever just because he was a manager. As much as I didn't really need this job, I was just working to get enough cash to keep paying for the motel I was at before moving on. "Right, right. Sorry." My apology came out lame as I moved past him to take my spot at the large sink to clean up the utensils and cooking tools. Seemingly pleased with just being apologized too, David followed me to my station. "So, why were you late anyways?" I grit my teeth, trying to contain my growing anger again. Nosy ass bastard. I thought before taking a deep as I started doing my job. "Got hold up by some girl who thought I was looking at her boyfriend." I said truthfully. "You were getting into fights?" And he was crossing his arms again. "You know our policy about any fighting going on since we are located inside a mall." My hand grips the handle of the spatula, trying to remain calm. "No," my answer has a bite to it. "I was not getting into any fights." I was gritting my teeth at this point. "Hey, David? One of the customers is requesting to speak with you." Another coworker pops in. David made a face as if he just tasted something sour before grumbling. "Oh great." And he walks off to see what the customer complaint was. I watched him go before looking at my coworker, who just looked at me with what seemed like a pity look before disappearing. I frown, wondering what that was about before going back to my duty. It barely seemed like David had just left before he was back, looking a little bothered. "Scottie." I glanced over at him, eyebrows arched up, wondering what he wanted now. "I'm going to have to let you go." Wait, what? I blinked twice before shaking my head in stupor. "Wait, what?" He just frowns. "A just got done talking to a customer who claims you got up in her face and threatened her." He explains. "You said you didn't get into a fight." His arms were crossed over his chest once again, looking disapproving. I was absolutely flabbergasted. "I didn't though?!" Just realizing who he'd been talking to. "And she got in my face first after I told her I wasn't interested in her boyfriend!" "Still," he sighs. "You can't get aggressive with our customers. It's bad for business." "I was on my lunch!" I exclaimed. This asshole merely shrugs as if it was just an excuse. "There's a policy. You threatened a customer meaning I have to let you go. I'm sorry." This mothereffer...! The Loba was snarling viciously in my head, bloodlusted and rearing to take off David's head. I struggled to keep my cool and keep my eyes from changing as I aggressively untied my apron and yanked it off, tossing it on the floor along with the cap. David looked displeased at the action. "Oh c'mon, Scottie!" He started before flailing as I pushed passed him hard as I made my way to the front. Turning around, I glared at him. "I expect my last paycheck tomorrow, David!" I snapped at him. He looked like he was about to argue, but I cut him off. "If you don't, I will contact the Supervisor, report you for withholding my money and I'll contact the Better Bureau and report your ass and this establishment and on top of that, OSHA as well!" I threw that in at the last second. I wasn't sure if this fell under OSHA's district but whatever made it convincing. Pushing past the swinging doors with a huff, I made my way to the front, snagging a large empty cup and filled it up with ice and cola for the road. None of my ex coworkers stopped me, even some turned a blind eye. I just hopped over the counter top, startling a few customers who were waiting on their food just as David came in. "Scottie!" He complains loudly but I merely flipped him the bird. A few of my ex coworkers waved goodbyes to me as I did to them. I figured it was time for me to hit the road anyways and this saved me having to put two weeks in. Just as I was about to head off, I spotted the snickering she spawn, laughing with her boyfriend and friends. Looking at the large cup of cola in my hand then back at the dumbass, I just grinned evilly. I walked up to the group. "Hey you!" I shouted for the clown's attention as I uncapped my drink. Once she did, I tossed my cola right into the blonde bimbo's face. Some even splashed on her boyfriend and friends. Shrieks and gasps were like sweet music to my ears. "Thanks for helping me quit my job early!" I clicked my tongue and finger gun her. "Much appreciated!" I turned and walked off, tossing the cup into the trash. Only expletives were shouted at me in return, which I just laughed at as I made my way out of the mall. ---- Tossing my bag onto the ground as well as sending my shoes flying as I kicked them off harshly, I fell face first into the bed and let out a muffled scream. As much as that job was shitty, it was still a job that provided money and because some snatch got her panties in a twist enough to get me fired, I was forced to find another job or perhaps just move on. Sighing and growling in frustration as I glanced up, staring at the wall before me with its chipped paint job, my brain trying to figure out what to do next. Getting another job at the mall was a no and not because of the pasty face. Working at the fast food place stunk to begin with and I hated coming back smelling strongly of grease and cheap dish soap. It was beginning to burn my nose hair. "Uuugghhh.." Rubbing my face, my stomach growled in protest of having no food and being a werewolf, our metabolism was through the roof. After being fired from a fast food place, I don't know if I wanted to go eat at one. We can always hunt. The Loba whispers in my mind. I perked up at the idea. I didn't mind hunting and it was a good reason to stretch my legs and burn off some frustration. There was a wildlife park nearby and ducks did taste pretty good. With that in mind, I pulled out my backpack, stuffing some wipes, the motel key card and my wallet into it before looking around to see what else I might need. Once set, I changed into shorts and a tank top and slipped on my vans, all to make it easy to undress and redress after I was done. Heading out, I manage to catch a bus to a stop near the park before hopping off. Thankfully the park wasn't far but who was dumb enough to go through the front? Not this gal, that's for sure. Veering off into another direction, wading through tall grass and weeds, I found part of the fence I was looking for and hopped over with ease. Werewolf strength really did come in handy. Once inside, I trudge through gross mucky water and reeds before finally getting to a clear spot by the tree. "Ugh, about damn time. More of a hassle to get here than anywhere else!" I muttered, already kicking off my shoes before stripping off my clothes, stuffing everything into the backpack. Trying my best to hide it behind the trunk of the tree and took a deep breath, rolling my neck before feeling the shift come. I grimaced in pain as bones began to crack and rearrange themselves causing me to fall on my hands and knees from the pain. My teeth were bare as heavy and quick breaths escaped me. I struggled to keep from making any noises before a particularly loud crack sounded and I let out a guttural growl. Fur sprouted along my back as my hair shorten and my face began to elongate and shift as my skull cracked and flatten in a broader shape. My ears moved up from the side to the top of my head, growing bigger and pointed as my tailbone began to stick out from my body and grow, changing into my tail. My organs were the last to be rearranged and once it was all done, I stood there in a daze before puking up the coca cola I had earlier and let me tell you, coming back up did NOT taste as good as the first time I drank it. It burned my throat and tasted like burnt gas. Shaking myself to flick off the last of my transformation, I stood there on all paws, prancing about to make sure everything works from my tail wagging to my ears flickering. My nose grew sharper as did my eyesight, able to see almost clear as day despite the sun dropping. Tongue lolling off to the side of my maw, I took a back seat, letting my wolf take over and forward we ran through the small marsh, looking for game. I was thankful my fur was more black and gray than any lighter color, and helped keep our stealth in the dark as well as easily avoid any human eyes. It didn't take long till we managed to catch the scent of a rabbit, its scent telling us where it's been, what it's touched before the growing stench of tension that morphed into fear. It was on to us, must've caught our scent. Silently we lowered ourselves to the ground, our ears pricking forward as we listened and waited. The rapid thumpthumpthump of its heartbeat was picked up along with the scent of rabbit. Shifting, we moved downwind in the grass so as to not spook our prey while at the same time stalking it. Once finding a good attack position, we waited as our muscles tensed, ears forward, listening as the movement in the grass came closer and closer. Once the smell of rabbit was stronger, our teeth bared and our ears flattened as we leapt to deliver a fatal kill only to be side swiped by another body.