Balthazar 1/14
Welllll.... I was told to write something more. But I didn´t know what. So I was told to translate somehitng I wrote in Czech. This is the story I chose. It´s kinda old. It´s not FF and there is no BL. It has 14 parts... Well... I translated only the first one for now.
1 - cause im not sure about my English (sure, its maybe good enough to understand, but I really am not sure if its good to "tell a story"...
2 - Im not sure that someone'd be interrested in that story...
So please, if you want some more of that story, leave me a comment. And of course - I'd like to improove my English, but since I dunno what exactly is wrong, I can't... So, if you'll find something what is really hard to understand and could be written better, just let me know! (I'm sure it's whole story, but... Hopefully you at least understand it...)
Oh... okay... Well, here it is. The first part...
A loud knock-out sounded in the room. I didn’t mind it. I held him in my arms and the blood was surrounding us. It smelled so sweet... Something cold touched my temple and someone was speaking, but I really didn’t mind anything. The door was cracked and I didn’t even notice. That man tried to take me apart from my father. He succeed. I really had no strength to defense. Defense me or my father, who was already helpless at that moment. He was dead. I knew it. That man put my hands across my back and bounded me. He was saying something about laws and my rights, but I didn’t listen. That blood on the floor and on my daddy's body was hypnotizing me.
My dad's body was hypnotizing me. I couldn’t believe it. I looked at those hits, at those huge, wide bloody scars around of whole his body and I was certain at one thing. I am not alone here. And I knew that someone like me... No... Something like me just murdered my dad.
When I started to sense my surrounding again, I realized I’m sitting in the car. Bounded, in the police car. The lights were turned on, it was blinking and screaming like crazy. I didn’t feel well. I really didn’t. Only three days left to the next full moon and my senses started to be thousand times stronger again. I don’t like full moon. The day of full moon, the day before and the day after full moon. Those three days are my worst days in every month. Those are only days when I can’t control myself. When I can’t decide what kind of being I’ll be at night... Fucking three days in every fucking month.
I was okay untill now. Because I had a reason. I had a human close to me who believed in me and who wanted me to bear it. Someone who helped me. But now, he’s lying there, just next to those crashed door and „police puppets“ are examining him just like as every other corpse... But he is different. And they don’t know it yet. He was not just killed. He was killed by werewolf. They say that something like this can’t exist here, in this country... That’s why my father took me in here... So anyone could tempt me to be like those others. So I was safe... That’s what I was thinking about and then - nothing. Then I started to cry. I took a look on myself. I smelt that sweet smell of fathers blood and started to cry.
„Come with me, bastard!“ that guy grabbing me from the car said. „Too late to be sorry, isn’t it? You really are something, such a bestial crime! And here - Benny,“ he pointed at some young „green“ guy standing just few meters behind us, „He is a newbie here, he also saw a murder for the first time. And this kind of murder for the start? Oh gosh, he really looks like a garbage now.“ He still waged and was dummy smiling to his own so called jokes. Police hat was falling to his right side. He was really fatty one. He had long brown mustache and piggy eyes. Really not so likable guy. Somehow he reminded me of my first human dinner. He took me to some room with a big mirror. According to things I saw in TV I guessed, that it’s a room for custodial interrogation. I had to smirk. My dad always told me that I watch the TV too much. That it’s never going to bring me any impact. If I hadn’t watch it, I’d never knew that some room like this can exist. I’d never knew for what that mirror is...
While I was remembering my father, some other guy came to the room. He didn’t seem like that one who grabbed me from the car. It was a human with thoroughfull expression. He had quick eyes, good body for his age and he looked kinda stylish.
„Sit down,“ he said and I did as he wanted. I felt an authority in his voice. He had a voice similar to my dad, except the fact that I couldn’t hear that load of a happiness which I heard in fathers voice.
„I am detective Turton. Jeff Turton. I take care about murder cases. According to the situation in which our guys found you, I’m sure you already know that you’re here as a possible murder suspect. And that you are a hint number one. I won’t lie to you. Your future doesn’t seem too good. You really should think about what you’ll tell me.“
I stayed silent.
„What is your name?“ he asked after my pause.
„Balth. Balthazar William Davis.“ I answered silently.
„Balthazar... seems you’re not from here, am I right?“
„I was born in Jersey. New Jersey.“ I answered again and Mr. Turton seemed to be really shocked.
„Well, it doesn’t even sound like name from that location.“ He continued and was inquiringly watching me.
„My father gave me that name. He had his reasons. Are we here just to examine my name?“ I asked kinda snarky, but Turton seemed he doesn’t mind.
„No, of course not. You’re here to tell me what happened.“
„WHAT what happened?“ I desperately asked and again - I smelt my fathers blood from my denim jacket.
„How did you get to the body. To your fathers dead body. If I am right, you should’ve been miles away for three more days. You were going for some load in a truck with your colleague, right?“
„I finished sooner this time.“
„Why?“
„It’s a long story.“
„Don’t mind. I have as much time as I just want to.
„I don’t know where to start!“
„So... what about starting from the start?“
„What start?!“
„Whatever start you just want to!“
At that moment I really didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t tell him that I usually end up my work sooner around the full moon time and I’m going back home, where my father is waiting, prepared to help me. I couldn’t just tell him I was born as a Werewolf! I couldn’t even tell him about my mother, who was killed right after my birth. About the fact that I was growing up like a normal human, but when I was twelve, my mothers genes started to appear. I couldn’t tell him! He’d be asking, he’d be inspecting, he wouldn’t believe me and if I’d like to prove him my truth, he’d kill me or put me into some examination laboratory. Everyone would know all that history of my kind...
... My father used to be the best car mechanic in Jersey. People were searching for his work from wide neighborhood. He never took more money then he really needed to, not like his colleagues... Once, a girl came to his work. She had a blue old car. Car good for nothing... But she said to my father to do his best, to do miracles, which he can do, according to what others are saying... Since then, she could feel fathers miracles every day. After two months, they get married. And after six months of their relationship, when my mother was in her second month of pregnancy, my father stated that it’s strange that she is leaving so regularly to visit her sister every month for three days and that she never wants him to go with her. After eight months she told him. She told him she is a werewolf. He didn’t believe her, but then, she took him to her sister.
Of course they didn’t go to mother’s sister. They went to the forest, far from the city. My mother had some kind of a cottage over there. Cottage full of things she needed. Including strong bonds. She bonded herself and warned my father, that even an iron is not that strong how it seems and that after he’ll get a look to what my mother’s true identity is, he’ll immediately leave that place. He promised. When my mother turned into a monster right in front of my fathers eyes, he didn’t have to to urge himself and ran. He ran as fast as he just could. He sat into his car and went home.
My mom was not coming home for whole week. She was afraid that my father will not to want to be with her anymore. But he wanted. He wanted her and he decided to help her. Since that time she didn’t have to go to that far away forest. My dad prepared a room in the basement. The room for my mother’s „full moon sprees“ and whole those three nights around the full moon he took care about her. He protected her and also took her under lock and key so she couldn’t hurt anyone.
One month before my birth some guy appeared and started to ask things about my mom. Father didn’t answer anything, what could reveal the truth, but he knew, that the guy had some clue about what my mother is, so he searched for some informations about him. He found out that it’s a werewolf hunter. Yeah, werewolf hunter. I’m sure you’ve seen one of those movies or TV series about those soulful beautiful blond girls hunting evil vampires... Who’d ever think that someone like this really exists? I don’t know how about the vampires, but werewolf hunters are mostly some old guys. And really really angry and pissed guys, cause most probably some werewolf killed someone close to them.
It’s not sexy just like a clever blond girl, but it’s effect is the same.
After my father found out about who that guy was, they moved with my mom at least three times within one month, just for that guy to not to find them.
One rainy night, in one old house near to the city called New Brunswick, I came to this world. Right after I was born, my father took me to the bathroom to wash me up, so he could show me to my mother. When he came back, mom laid in the pool of blood. There was a silver arrow in her heart and that guy was standing just next to her.
That one who was curious about her.
He wanted to kill us all, but my father held me tight and ran to hide somewhere. That guy found us. He was aiming with his arbalest, but my dad always told me, that when that guy looked into my eyes, he couldn’t find the strength to kill us and he left, saying that he’ll come back when I’ll grow up.
After that, my father and I were traveling around whole continent, but nearly everywhere - there were a werewolf hunters. He tried to find some place where we’ll be safe. At the end, some strange old women gave him an advice to go to Oregon. She said it’s the only one place, where werewolves don’t go to, for some mystic reason. So we moved to Oregon, to the city called Salem. Father started his car mechanic work again, I lived normal life and dad was happy. He thought, that I didn’t inherit my mothers „curse". But he was so wrong...
Werewolf who was already born as a werewolf is even worse that werewolf who became to be werewolf during his life. That’s something I noticed with the first sign of puberty. It came kinda unexpectedly, but it came. When I was twelve. Thanks God that my father came to my room, when he heard me screaming and bounded me in time. If he wouldn’t do it, I’d become a murderer even then.
Since that we were still realizing differences in between „normal“ werewolves and me. I could become to the werewolf being whenever I wanted to and then come back to my human being. Except of full moon time. I can’t control it then.
During those eleven years I learned how to control myself a lot. But it was to the detriment of my normal life. I had to keep myself aside from the others to no to hurt them. I was the wolf loner. Literally. But even I get out of my or fathers contol and even I killed someone.
I killed two innocent people. I’ll never forgive myself. But my father never blamed me. He continued in protecting me... I was safe. As long as I was with my father, I was sure that it will never happen anymore.........
„Halloo, mister Davis, can you hear me? Halloo!“ I twitched... While I was thinking about my life, Turton tried to get some information from me, but my mind was not there.
„Okay, seems I can’t do anything with you today. Guuuuys!“ he signalized to the mirror. „Lead him off. We’ll continue tomorrow.“
Some two guys came to the room, took me by my arms and dragged me to the little cell.
I was alone. And I was glad I’m alone. There were too much of anger and hate inside of me. Too much for me to be safe for other people.
And it was the time when I realized one thing. I realized that I really have to get off that place. I had to get off, cause there were only two days left. Two days and I’ll stop to controll myself. And it really would not be nice. Not nice for me and not nice for anyone close to me. Most probably I’d rip someone and right after that I’d be killed. And I really wouldn’t like this to happen.
Well... Now, I don’t have anyone to live for... But my life still have some reason. I need to find him. I need to find that someone who killed my father and I have to make my revenge... Yeah. I’ll find him. Right after I’ll get out of here...