Rage at the Moon 1/?
Title: Rage at the Moon 1/?
Series: TDS, Countdown w/ KO.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, Violence
Disclaimer: I do not own Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, Keith Olbermann, Rachel Maddow, or any known political figures who appear in this story.
Summary: Summary: AU. Most people believe that the creatures werewolves and vampires only exist in myths and legends. But, they’re very much real, and in the city of New York. A chance of accident leaves one comedian in the middle of the eternal werewolf/vampire conflict.
Author's Note: Please comment. Feedback is good.
Chapter 1
He was tired, and didn’t really want to be bothered as he walked down the scarcely crowded Avenue of the Americas in New York City. His show had gone well, he was glad he was still able to do it after the… incident a little over a year ago.
He would normally wait for his friend and colleague to finish her show before going home, since they lived together. But, tonight, all he really wanted to do was go home and pass out in his bed.
He adjusted his backpack and started walking faster, keeping an ear out for any trouble in the semi-dark street. As he waited for the crosswalk sign to turn green, he looked up at the night sky.
The moon, bright and white with a tinge of yellow, quickly ducked behind a passing cloud, as though teasing him. It was not quite full, but given another day, it would be.
Although ‘it’ didn’t happen only at the full moon, like the legends and myths said, it was the only time he wasn’t in some sort of control over the change.
He sadly half-smiled at the moon. “You’ll get me tomorrow night.”
There was the scent of a distinct cologne, and a swish of long coats. That was the only warning before two strong sets of hands yanked him backwards and slammed his back against a building. He struggled to get out of their grasps, but they held him there with superhuman strength.
“Hello, Olbermann,” Glenn Beck sneered, baring his teeth.
Keith Olbermann watched Beck’s canine teeth elongate into sharp fangs. “Are we really going to do this now?”
“What’s the matter, Keith?” taunted Sean Hannity, his teeth changing as well.
Beck glanced up to the sky. “Ah, so close to the full moon. I assume you’ll be calling in sick tomorrow?”
“When you two suck someone’s blood on your shows, I might consider letting myself change on-air,” Keith replied with a slightly amused expression. “Now, if you’ll excuse me-“
Beck and Hannity slammed Keith back against the wall. “You can go when we say so, Wolf,” Beck hissed.
Keith tried to struggle from their strong grips again.
“What’s this? No more smart-ass comebacks?” said Hannity.
Keith turned his head to the side and snorted in an attempt to get that cologne scent from his nose. Beck closed the little space between them and hissed in his face.
“You feel it, don’t you? This close… Luring you into becoming the monster you truly are.”
“Is it really this hard to just leave me alone?”
“You know we can’t do that, Keith. There’s a lot of bad blood between our people, between us, so to speak.” Beck’s tongue flicked over his long fangs.
“The only ‘bad blood’ I have with you is your use of fear to manipulate people,” Keith shot back. “As for ‘our people,’ I consider myself part of the human race.”
“Still trying to deny it?” Beck grinned. “You know, Keith, we will eventually deliver on our promise.”
“Which promise would that be?”
“Taking care of you and your little pack for good.”
Keith lunged forward, not quite sure if he was trying to attack or get away. Beck and Tucker gripped his biceps and flung him into the nearby shop window with enough force to make him crash through it.
Keith fell backwards into a mess of broken glass and toppled mannequins. He kicked off his shoes, wriggled out of his backpack, and slid his glasses into the side compartment of the bag. It only took him a few seconds to transform into a large grey-furred wolf, leaving his clothes in torn ruins.
Keith leaped out of the broken window and tackled Hannity to the ground. He pinned the vampire down and snapped his teeth and snarled in his face. He sensed Beck about to tackle him from the side and bounded off Hannity. Beck’s momentum nearly carried him through the broken display window.
Keith turned to face Beck and Hannity, wishing that he had waited for Rachel to finish her show before heading home.
The two vampires got back to their feet and smirked at him. “We may have to deliver on our promise sooner, it seems,” Hannity said. “Since you feel like attacking two perfectly innocent men at night.”
One disadvantage of being in wolf form was the inability to speak. Keith let out a low warning growl.
“Oh, how cute. Sean, he’s trying to tell us something. What is it, boy?”
Keith narrowed his eyes and pounced, teeth flashing.
Beck ducked to the side. Hannity dropped to a crouch even though he wasn’t in Keith’s path.
Keith hit the ground and skid to a stop. He turned to see Beck and Hannity get into a fighting stance.
Keith’s paws padded across the concrete. He tensed his muscles as though he were about to leap high. Instead, he launched himself at Beck’s knees. Beck expected an attack to his chest, and crouched to avoid it.
Keith extended front claws went through Beck’s jacket and shirt, caught his shoulders, and dug into the skin as he knocked flat on his back. Keith snorted in Beck’s face. He howled in pain as Hannity’s elongated sharpened nails found purchase through the thick fur and flesh of his back.
Keith was lifted off Beck and tossed away Hannity’s nails painfully leaving his back. The unforgiving concrete scraped his side as he slid across it to a halt.
Keith got up and bounded at Hannity. The vampire expected Keith to do the same trick he had on Beck, and jumped to avoid the attack. This time, Keith actually went for a high attack. It was easier to inflict a harder attack because Hannity had left the ground.
The force of Keith’s tackle sent them both crashing through another display window. Hannity landed in the broken glass, with Keith pinning him down.
Hannity raised his hands to sink his bloodied nails into Keith flesh again, but Keith was faster. He raised his hind legs and raked his claws down Hannity’s thighs.
Keith was sure Hannity was down for a moment, and turned his attention back to Beck. He launched himself out the broken window and sank his teeth into flesh. There was a scream of pain. Keith let go of the arm and landed on his feet.
Sirens echoed through the streets, steadily getting closer. Keith’s enhanced hearing picked up a thud, like something hitting the ground.
“Shit. Sean, let’s go,” Beck prompted. The two vampires took off sprinting with superhuman speed.
Keith jumped inside the first shattered window and dragged his backpack to a dark corner. He transformed back to human form. His naked body shivered in the chilly store.
Keith pulled on his glasses, and fished spare clothes out of his backpack. He quickly pulled the clothes and backpack on, slipped into his gym shoes, and went back out onto the street, the police sirens quickly approaching.
Keith was about to start running away from the scene, but something on the ground caught his eyes. A man was curled up in the fetal position on the sidewalk.
Keith knelt down at the man’s side. “Hey, are you okay?”
The man didn’t answer. He seemed to be unconscious. That thud Keith had heard had probably been this man hitting the ground. Keith tilted the man’s head up, his fingers carding through dark curly hair starting to grey at the sides. Two earphones dislodged from his ear and fell to the ground. The man, who looked to be about thirty-five, was definitely knocked out.
The action of turning the man’s head up exposed the arm cradled to his chest. There was a dark spot on the ripped blue long-sleeved of his shirt. The scent of fresh blood entered Keith’s nose.
Keith pushed up the bloody sleeve. His hands started shaking when he saw the puncture wounds on the man’s forearm. They were in the shape of a wolf’s jaw.
Keith put his trembling hand over his mouth. His tongue ran over his teeth and tasted blood lingering on them. He thought he had bitten Beck’s arm, but somehow this innocent man had gotten in his way. Beck had probably pulled him in front as a shield. That coward.
Keith threaded his trembling fingers through the smaller man’s hair. The only words he could think to say were, “What have I done?”
Series: TDS, Countdown w/ KO.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, Violence
Disclaimer: I do not own Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, Keith Olbermann, Rachel Maddow, or any known political figures who appear in this story.
Summary: Summary: AU. Most people believe that the creatures werewolves and vampires only exist in myths and legends. But, they’re very much real, and in the city of New York. A chance of accident leaves one comedian in the middle of the eternal werewolf/vampire conflict.
Author's Note: Please comment. Feedback is good.
Chapter 1
He was tired, and didn’t really want to be bothered as he walked down the scarcely crowded Avenue of the Americas in New York City. His show had gone well, he was glad he was still able to do it after the… incident a little over a year ago.
He would normally wait for his friend and colleague to finish her show before going home, since they lived together. But, tonight, all he really wanted to do was go home and pass out in his bed.
He adjusted his backpack and started walking faster, keeping an ear out for any trouble in the semi-dark street. As he waited for the crosswalk sign to turn green, he looked up at the night sky.
The moon, bright and white with a tinge of yellow, quickly ducked behind a passing cloud, as though teasing him. It was not quite full, but given another day, it would be.
Although ‘it’ didn’t happen only at the full moon, like the legends and myths said, it was the only time he wasn’t in some sort of control over the change.
He sadly half-smiled at the moon. “You’ll get me tomorrow night.”
There was the scent of a distinct cologne, and a swish of long coats. That was the only warning before two strong sets of hands yanked him backwards and slammed his back against a building. He struggled to get out of their grasps, but they held him there with superhuman strength.
“Hello, Olbermann,” Glenn Beck sneered, baring his teeth.
Keith Olbermann watched Beck’s canine teeth elongate into sharp fangs. “Are we really going to do this now?”
“What’s the matter, Keith?” taunted Sean Hannity, his teeth changing as well.
Beck glanced up to the sky. “Ah, so close to the full moon. I assume you’ll be calling in sick tomorrow?”
“When you two suck someone’s blood on your shows, I might consider letting myself change on-air,” Keith replied with a slightly amused expression. “Now, if you’ll excuse me-“
Beck and Hannity slammed Keith back against the wall. “You can go when we say so, Wolf,” Beck hissed.
Keith tried to struggle from their strong grips again.
“What’s this? No more smart-ass comebacks?” said Hannity.
Keith turned his head to the side and snorted in an attempt to get that cologne scent from his nose. Beck closed the little space between them and hissed in his face.
“You feel it, don’t you? This close… Luring you into becoming the monster you truly are.”
“Is it really this hard to just leave me alone?”
“You know we can’t do that, Keith. There’s a lot of bad blood between our people, between us, so to speak.” Beck’s tongue flicked over his long fangs.
“The only ‘bad blood’ I have with you is your use of fear to manipulate people,” Keith shot back. “As for ‘our people,’ I consider myself part of the human race.”
“Still trying to deny it?” Beck grinned. “You know, Keith, we will eventually deliver on our promise.”
“Which promise would that be?”
“Taking care of you and your little pack for good.”
Keith lunged forward, not quite sure if he was trying to attack or get away. Beck and Tucker gripped his biceps and flung him into the nearby shop window with enough force to make him crash through it.
Keith fell backwards into a mess of broken glass and toppled mannequins. He kicked off his shoes, wriggled out of his backpack, and slid his glasses into the side compartment of the bag. It only took him a few seconds to transform into a large grey-furred wolf, leaving his clothes in torn ruins.
Keith leaped out of the broken window and tackled Hannity to the ground. He pinned the vampire down and snapped his teeth and snarled in his face. He sensed Beck about to tackle him from the side and bounded off Hannity. Beck’s momentum nearly carried him through the broken display window.
Keith turned to face Beck and Hannity, wishing that he had waited for Rachel to finish her show before heading home.
The two vampires got back to their feet and smirked at him. “We may have to deliver on our promise sooner, it seems,” Hannity said. “Since you feel like attacking two perfectly innocent men at night.”
One disadvantage of being in wolf form was the inability to speak. Keith let out a low warning growl.
“Oh, how cute. Sean, he’s trying to tell us something. What is it, boy?”
Keith narrowed his eyes and pounced, teeth flashing.
Beck ducked to the side. Hannity dropped to a crouch even though he wasn’t in Keith’s path.
Keith hit the ground and skid to a stop. He turned to see Beck and Hannity get into a fighting stance.
Keith’s paws padded across the concrete. He tensed his muscles as though he were about to leap high. Instead, he launched himself at Beck’s knees. Beck expected an attack to his chest, and crouched to avoid it.
Keith extended front claws went through Beck’s jacket and shirt, caught his shoulders, and dug into the skin as he knocked flat on his back. Keith snorted in Beck’s face. He howled in pain as Hannity’s elongated sharpened nails found purchase through the thick fur and flesh of his back.
Keith was lifted off Beck and tossed away Hannity’s nails painfully leaving his back. The unforgiving concrete scraped his side as he slid across it to a halt.
Keith got up and bounded at Hannity. The vampire expected Keith to do the same trick he had on Beck, and jumped to avoid the attack. This time, Keith actually went for a high attack. It was easier to inflict a harder attack because Hannity had left the ground.
The force of Keith’s tackle sent them both crashing through another display window. Hannity landed in the broken glass, with Keith pinning him down.
Hannity raised his hands to sink his bloodied nails into Keith flesh again, but Keith was faster. He raised his hind legs and raked his claws down Hannity’s thighs.
Keith was sure Hannity was down for a moment, and turned his attention back to Beck. He launched himself out the broken window and sank his teeth into flesh. There was a scream of pain. Keith let go of the arm and landed on his feet.
Sirens echoed through the streets, steadily getting closer. Keith’s enhanced hearing picked up a thud, like something hitting the ground.
“Shit. Sean, let’s go,” Beck prompted. The two vampires took off sprinting with superhuman speed.
Keith jumped inside the first shattered window and dragged his backpack to a dark corner. He transformed back to human form. His naked body shivered in the chilly store.
Keith pulled on his glasses, and fished spare clothes out of his backpack. He quickly pulled the clothes and backpack on, slipped into his gym shoes, and went back out onto the street, the police sirens quickly approaching.
Keith was about to start running away from the scene, but something on the ground caught his eyes. A man was curled up in the fetal position on the sidewalk.
Keith knelt down at the man’s side. “Hey, are you okay?”
The man didn’t answer. He seemed to be unconscious. That thud Keith had heard had probably been this man hitting the ground. Keith tilted the man’s head up, his fingers carding through dark curly hair starting to grey at the sides. Two earphones dislodged from his ear and fell to the ground. The man, who looked to be about thirty-five, was definitely knocked out.
The action of turning the man’s head up exposed the arm cradled to his chest. There was a dark spot on the ripped blue long-sleeved of his shirt. The scent of fresh blood entered Keith’s nose.
Keith pushed up the bloody sleeve. His hands started shaking when he saw the puncture wounds on the man’s forearm. They were in the shape of a wolf’s jaw.
Keith put his trembling hand over his mouth. His tongue ran over his teeth and tasted blood lingering on them. He thought he had bitten Beck’s arm, but somehow this innocent man had gotten in his way. Beck had probably pulled him in front as a shield. That coward.
Keith threaded his trembling fingers through the smaller man’s hair. The only words he could think to say were, “What have I done?”