Fic: Deadly Friends
Just a short fic I wrote today for a friend. I'm the werewolf, as I'm refered to as one alot (been nicked named Wolfy doesn't help either,) and the Vampire is Kelly. Two races that are meant to be enemies, are friends. Even if we are always hitting each other cause we have short tempers.
Title: Deadly Friends
Rating: 15, for the violence
Summary: Based on real life friendship, and talks. A nights hunt for two friends under the full moon.
The river of blood, the swelling pain, and the uncertainty of what happened came in each strained beat of his heart. It had been a normal night - starry sky, full moon, clear deep almost pitch black blue, until out of the shadows ran two figures. Laughing, and howling out at some personal joke between them.
At the distance I was, I couldn’t see them that clearly - just to girls, one taller then the other. They both wore black, with shining sliver around their necks. They looked normal - they acted normal. But from the movement the taller one nudged her friend, and both of them looking up at me.
Instantly in the distance we was, I could see the glint of darkness in their eyes, the taller ones eyes a lit up blue, while the others green one’s darkened. They whispered to each other, planning, plotting, talking? At the time I thought they were talking about me - perhaps wondering as much as I was why I was out at this nightly time.
It became apparent why they were talking, as they shrunk back into the shadows again, the only sign of them staying their silver around their necks flashing whenever the moon caught the surface for a second.
I stood still, waiting for them to move on or for them to move into the light again so I knew I wasn’t to be troubled by them. Sweat began to drip down my forehead; panic rising and then I had every reason to feel as I did.
The silver around one of their necks suddenly fell to the floor - a small clink echoing its way to me. Heavy breathing came from the shadows, followed by a hiss. I turn and run, not sure of what they were anymore.
I turn one corner, hearing heavy raspy breath like from a dog, and flapping clothing in the wind. It was a race, a chase, a hunt.
I turn into a narrow alley way - my feet splashing into puddles and nearly giving way on the gravel that had been upturned and left. I run down a small passage, and reach a dead-end. Not good.
I turn around, and in the small entrance to the passage stood one of the girls from before, silvered haired and red eyed. Beside her stood a dog; not a normal size, as it stood up to her waist with ghostly dark blonde fur. Both wore snarls, and suddenly as I scream they both charge me.
When my fears of them not been normal earlier on had occurred, I had no idea how close to the truth I had been.
Now as I lay here, my breathing strained as a hand rested on my throat - I had to think, there was such things are monster. And their mirrored grins looked down at me, leaving an implanted image of fear as they stole my life away to feed.