Full Moons

It was a quiet night out back in her woods where she enjoyed walking during full moons. There was an old dirt road she would walk on, and when she came to the end she would turn and go back. The routine for this night was no different, except that she felt strange. Everyday she would have random strange feelings next to the one that lasted all day. This time it was a very strong feeling as she neared the end of the road. Confusion set in and clouded her senses to this feeling, but her nose couldn’t lie. There was a heavy sent in the air, a musky wet dog like smell. Worry brewed in her stomach so she turned and began to run, rumors of wolves had been spread around the neighborhood, but she thought they were only rumors. Thinking fast she untied the wrap-around skirt she had on while running. She had just gotten it off as a huge wolf burst out of the woods in front of her, silhouetted by moon, and because of that she couldn’t really determine where it’s mouth was. Hoping she was assuming correctly she held the cloth out and the beast’s mouth went straight into it. She quickly tied the cloth around it’s mouth, keeping it from biting her but not from clawing her skin off.

She groaned as it, like a human would, grabbed her arms and left huge cuts in them. She did what most girls would do and hoped it had balls for kicking. She brought her leg up into it’s crotch and it howled with pain. She pushed away from it but it held onto her shoulder and as she pulled away it’s claws left lovely trails from the back of her shoulder and over to her breast. She howled as well and punched the thing on the nose. It grabbed her hip leaving trails from her left hip down her leg. She got up and away from it, running her fastest on a hurt leg down the dirt road with her clothes hanging off of her. She couldn’t get far before she heard him coming, she turned in time to get tackled onto her back, and the wind knocked out of her. She gasped for air as the beast’s drool fell upon her bare flesh. Everything was doubled and she couldn’t help but close her eyes in unconsciousness.

She could faintly feel herself bouncing along on something furry. She forced herself into consciousness to see the scenery whooshing by as she road on the back of the beast. She began to panic and did the first thing she could think of, push off of him. She hit the ground hard and rolled for a good while before she could get up and even that was a hard task. She couldn’t even stand, she collapsed and attempted to drag herself away from him, but it was to no avail. It came back and she was tempted to scream but she couldn't even catch her breath. “I won’t hurt you, I’m here to help you,” it said in an almost non-understandable voice. It’s eyes were a brilliant orange, like flames where as the one that had just attacked her, well it’s eyes had been yellow. It wasn’t the same one, she gave a faint nod and once more visited the land of dreams.

This girl just couldn’t stay asleep, she jarred herself out of that rest as she felt someone cleaning her up. She opened her eyes to meet darkness, and once more she panicked. She fidgeted and whimpered under the alcohol that burned her wounds. Soft, gentle fingers stroked her forehead and a soothing voice shushed her. She felt something warm, like a gas of some kind, touch her face and she was pushed back into sleepy town. She opened her eyes, finally getting some sleep, to see a extravagant lace falling from the ceiling enclosing the bed. With much difficulty she sat up and looked through the permeable material. A beautiful room with olden style furniture met her gaze as well as heavy curtains drawn around huge windows. She scooted out of bed and moved through the lace, a sharp pain went through her leg and she lowered herself to the floor. She had sprained her ankle during the chaise, or when she got off the second beast. She shook off the pain and hobbled to the door.

She was about to open it when it burst open, smacking her in the face. She whimpered like a dog and fell to the floor this time holding her bloody nose. A real whimper came from the giant wolf that had burst into her room. She looked at him upside down, not knowing what to think she did what, again, any girl would do: she screamed her lungs out. “Oh no! Please don’t-” the wolf began to say in that almost non-understandable voice but she cut him off with another scream. She wriggled on the floor trying to get on her good leg to get up but she only accomplished looking like a fool. She rolled over onto her tummy and got on all fours, or better said: on all threes, she still held her bloody nose with one hand. “I’m sorry,” the wolf shouted and it came out more of a howl. She looked at him with teary eyes from being hit in the nose and he walked to her on his back legs. She looked about ready to faint at that action, but he reached a hand out and held her shoulder. As an apology he leaned in and licked her bloody hand that still held her face. She held out the other hand and he licked that, too. She was smiling under her hand as he continued to apologize.

She couldn’t stand long, they found that out as she dropped to her knees. Her nose stopped bleeding soon after and he put her back to bed. “My name’s Fad, Fad Avay. Any yours,” she asked as he went to the still open door.

“My name,” he hummed in a dog like fashion. “My name is Spike,” he hummed then excited on two legs and closed the door. He had cleaned up the blood from her nose but she hadn’t realized that she opened some of her wounds. ‘How long have I been out of it? Where am I,’ her mind yelled as she got worked up and moved to get out of bed once more but she managed to tare open a back wound. She was very unexpecting of it so she managed to scream yet again. She cried without tears for a moment, lying on her stomach, and she heard footsteps in the hall. The door opened slowly this time but Spike entered with someone else. A groggy looking man with extra pale skin, a handsome face, silvery hair and purple eyes.

He scratched his head, among other things, as he walked to the lace inclosed bed. She was still in the lying-on-her-stomach position when he walked through the lace to her bed side. He rubbed at his eyes and looked down at her, he really woke up when he saw the blood seeping through the bandages. “Oh dear, have you opened your wounds? You poor little thing,” he said in that soothing voice. In no time Spike had brought some new bandages and the purple eyed man fixed her up. “Now, Spike told me what happened, but he did not tell me your name.”

“Fad Avay,” she said shyly as he finished with the last bandages. “What exactly did happen. All I know is I was taking a walk and next thing I knew something was attacking me. What was it, and what is Spike,” she asked slowly going into hysterics.

He shushed her like before and stroked her cheek, “They are werewolves. Brothers as well, but Spike's brother is not so friendly and he likes to parade around in his human form unlike Spike. He was trying to make you his dinner, but you did well in not becoming it. You are a quick thinker Miss Avay.” He smiled at her kindly and she blushed at how beautiful he was.

“And what is your name kind sir,” she asked formally as well as smiling kindly.

“My name is of no importance at this time. I will reintroduce myself when you are fully ready to get out of bed. Now, you must rest,” he said as he leaned in as if to kiss her but instead he breathed a sort of knock out gas in her face.

“And what are you,” she managed to ask before going down into sleepy town again.

“I’m a vampire,” he said as his voice faded from her ears. ‘A vampire,’ she repeated in her mind, ‘he doesn’t seem so bad though...he doesn’t give off...a bad...feeling...’ After that she slept like a child for nearly a week, recovering rapidly.