I AM WERE

Chapter one Part 1 We’re ….

The music blares in the background. Thumping bass throbs throughout the small apartment. Filled with people, the apartment is so very crowded with random faces. Young collage and High school students are mostly engaged in their random conversations but a few of the more impaired dance casually or make out in lightless corners. Just enough alcohol and smoke passes freely. Easy to achier or avoid. The Wolverhampton and Birmingham parties can't match London's.

But all is irrelevant to you. Your eye’s meet a distant pair and stare blankly into their red counterparts. The distinct phantom glow your instincts have longed for. The music’s lyrics fade and your pounding heart overwhelms the bass.

Remaining in your blurry cloaks of illusion, you both just stare. Your face and body remain passive. Blank. But your mind and blood intensify with excitement. Your eyes stay locked. Your nose flares up and engulfing the smells. Ciphering out the smoke, perfumes, sweat, trash , alcohol and random foods. You smell your potential lovers pheromones.

Filled with adrenalin and lust, the pheromones match your own. A flicker of the eyes tell you what is about to happen. Your mind sputters with thoughts of friends, new human friends, but it flashes blank and all chance of salvation is lost. For when ‘Were’ fill with lust, slaughter precedes the passion.

None but the two of you can possible notice the change. Magic hiding what you are is in full affect. Your eyes catch the first kill. Your lovers claws come out and thrust throw the nearest human torso. Natural lustful excitement overloads your body. Your heart is pounding even faster now as you bend down and place your hands, instantly claws, on the floor and cast your gifted spell with a quiet growl. The wood floors grow thick and come to life. All doors quickly grow and become part of the walls. Rock hard gray bark forms, plastering every inch. Black leafs sprout out and darken the room by growing around the lights.

A superior howl flows in complex rhythms. You notice the windows go pitch black and the lights explode. Glace shards from the lights and T.V. fall to the screams of surprise and terror. The music goes quiet and outside noises disappear as your teeth rip through your third victim. You have magical abilities to entrap the humans physically and apparently your lustful Were partner has the abilities to control their senses.

Blood splatters the tree bark walls. And the now blinded leftover humans huddle together in a small corner. Glowing red eyes, undoubtedly the only thing they can see. You can smell their fear. It overwhelms your partner but you, grab strongly a hold of and, pull the Were up against your body. Your mind flashes once again with themes of protecting the last few humans but, as lust takes over, goes blank and fades into forgetful exploding passion .

You wake up laying on top of your so called lover. In the middle of the room you lie on the hard wood floor. The now disgusting smell of death covers all and especially your bodies and bed of passion. A sliver of light catches you in the face. The darkening spell is fading and you now know it is day. You look around and see the black leaves wilting . The bark on the walls is in full decay, falling off the thick wood underbelly.

You stand up facing the corner that now represents fear and self-hatred in your mind. Tears role down as a half smile creeps onto your face. A cone of white trees encage the left over humans. They are alive but in a poisoned sleep that will not let up until the cone completely decays into nothingness. Luckily, the poison will erase most of their memories of the previous night.

You had went for so long without seeing another Were. And for it to end so horribly. You will have to find a better place to live in exclusion. This idea of high population exclusion doesn’t seem to be working.

For now you decide the Were is not a threat and awaken your last nights lover. Absorbing the dead flesh and blood that line the room like caffeine. Cleaning up your evil act is long since a routine. As you meditate, the flesh flows throw your wood and into your two bodies. Magic wood acting like roots and connecting you to every thing in the room. The connection allows you to sense the other Were’s attempt at understanding what exactly happened last night. Most Were aren’t use to such powerful pheromones. Hell, you aren’t even. If the Were figures out who you are there could be trouble. So you strike with a mixture of pheromones and the poison leafs of forgetfulness. The pheromones stun just long enough for the branches to surround and the thorny leafs to sprout all around your former Were partner.

It works well. You’ve blanked the Were’s mind. Hunched over in an unconscious state, it will take days if not weeks for the memories to come back. That will give you plenty of time to get away. You finish cleaning up so it only looks like a wild party is to blame for the destruction. You hide the leftover cloths, hair, few bones, jewelry and electronics into a hole in the floor and use your spells to repair the hole. The wood will not match perfectly but that is the least of your problems.

You take one last look at your lovers naked body. Knowing the Were will wake up hours before the humans will is good enough for you. You think about looking to see if any of your friends are among the leftover humans but decided that not knowing is better. Time to get out of England. You leave your former life behind knowing it was as much a failure as all the other attempts. Wishing you could forget. Wishing your mind was blank.

Prologue: Keep Telling your self

In a modern world that is controlled by those who use magic and spells to their advantage, you find your self confused and all alone. What you don’t know can hurt you. But what you have forgot just might get you killed.

Most of the magical community hides in make shift groups and clubs. They commonly form unions and guilds. Theses are usually excepted by the main stream and mostly ignored. But some form gangs, political parties, cults , or complex organizations. All of which are hotly contested and feared. Normal religions are on the brink of collapse as of the fear and scrutiny that is placed on them because of their magical counter parts. Freedom of religion is practically a joke and many technologies lag decades behind.

A cold war between the most powerful magical organizations is nearly the only thing saving people from being essentially enslaved. Nearly.

Within a magical race of creatures that feed on humans may just lie humanities greatest hope. But time is running out. And the race is becoming aware. The very thing that may help the humans, gives rebirth to another magical race. A magical race meant to be at war, those who hunt the Were.

Enemies or allies?

Redemption but betrayal.

Evil and Good!

Chapter One Part2 lost soles

Sitting down resting your back against the whitest of trees. A lone dead petrified tree in the middle of a barren forest of old tall trees. Sky bound, most of them are over fifty feet high. Leafs slowly floating and swishing to the ground giving you the season. It’s fall. The sun light streams down through the large gaps in the treetops. It’s day, maybe just before noon. You were not asleep exactly but you were neither awake until right now. Your head aches. Your mind seems almost blank except for a dream like past. For some reason you instantly consider them lies.

You think you are human yet you find that you think this to be the strangest of thoughts. ‘Why does the idea that I am human keep popping into my head. Of course I am human, what else would I be? An alien?’

You look down at your self and find your clothing to be ripped to shreds. Your wearing jeans with holes, a tight black shirt in tatters, and shoes with no bottoms or socks. ‘What happened to my shoes soles?’ Slip off the shoes and toss them to the side. The forest is no place to be with out shoes so you slam your head back against the tree in annoyance. “Ouch!” Your head throbs with pain as you grab it with both hands and bend forward.

You stand up and notice a book a few yards away. “WereWolfs a Complete Compendium.” You read the title out loud. You walk over and pick it up. It is heavy and clearly home made. Covered in thin brown leather, it looks like a lot of effort was put into making the book. A nice pen is set into the rich white ivory ring binding. A hand written note is stapled to the front of the strange book.

‘I wrote this fictional book for myself. I should reread this book before I show it to anyone. Needs a lot of editing. ‘

You wonder if this book could have possible been written by you. You take out the pen and write a few words, testing the penmanship. ‘ I wrote this to see if I wrote this’ Not surprised to see that the handwriting matches, you open the book and skim through. There is neither a title page nor table of contents. Most of the book is hand written but it’s filled with lots of drawings of werewolves. A lot of which seem to be hand drawn but the few with color are all prints.

You shut the book , considering it a waste of time, and decide to start heading towards civilization. Carrying the book under your left arm you rub between your eyes. ‘I have no clue which way to go.’ You tiredly stretch and start walking in a random direction.

You’ve been walking for a little over an hour. Walking gives you plenty of time to think about your situation. But your thoughts linger on the current dilemmas. Your feet are long cense covered in filth. Another pine needle in your bare foot causes you to scream out in anger. It helps. You pull it out and move on.

The forest seems empty, except for the trees and occasional birds. The leafs are all vibrant fall colors. The rare pine tree is the only green left in the forest. The birds are all large black crows. They seem undeterred by your presence.

An amber and red leaf falls gently onto your nose. Trying to walk without knocking it off helps pass the time. This game both picks up your spirit and pace. The wind blows it inches away and you rush to catch up. You nearly smile as it caresses and tickles your cheek but the false dream of who you are is ever present to ruin your mood.

Unexpectedly, concrete is felt underfoot. Concrete peeks your interest and diverts your attention. Finally taking the leaf off your face, you notice your standing on a black pavement road. A little relief is released through an exhale.

Its small, maybe enough room for two cars. There is no middle stripe. The road bends just to your left. Trees line the road. Around the corner you can hear a vehicle approaching. It’s moving fast. Instantly it appears. Its careening around the bend before you ever expect it.

Rushing off the road is an instant reaction. But the now visible van ,at the site of you, hits its brakes. It loses control and swerves off the road. You see the dirt fling into the air just before the van hits. Air born and flailing your arms, every thing feels like it’s going in slow motion as you notice your brown leather book flying by. And once again your mind goes blank.