Chapter Two

Chapter Two

“Growing up in Argos I had a lot of tough times. I learned how to fight real well. It’s not a great town, but I had a great family. Then the werewolves attacked. They had been following a group of vampires who happened to enjoy cattle farms. My family owned cattle a farm.

I was out helping feed at late dusk. The sun had just gone down and there was that little grayish/pink light coming from west. I heard some noises, they sounded like a cow in pain. I was concerned that one of the cows may have been giving birth and I needed to go see. I looked around but I couldn’t figure out where it was. And then, real suddenly, the screeching stopped and I saw a trail of blood. At that point I made the last mistake of my life. I followed the trail of blood.

I found the cow, dead, drained, and I could not figure out what had happened. Turns out that it had been drained by a vampire, and he came for me next. The cows sufficed for sustaining the vampires but there’s nothing like good old human blood and I guess you really can’t blame him; after all, a predator can’t resist the prey when it walked so willingly into its path.

And so he attacked me. I tried to fight him off but he was to strong. He bit me and started to drain me but then it stopped and ran off. I passed out.

When I woke up, it was pitch dark, but the town was lit with flames and smelled of burning flesh. I stood up and felt completely different. I was stronger, more powerful, and confused. I began moving around, experimenting with my new feelings. I realized I had become a vampire. I was fast and strong and able to do and move in ways I had never been able to move before. I vowed to use my new abilities to destroy whoever had destroyed Argos, destroyed my family.

I began running at a speed faster than anything I could have ever dreamed, ever imagined. I was almost like flying, but still on the ground.

Now Argos was a big city, to say the least. I had almost gotten out when I saw the wolves. They were in human form again, which means they were completely naked (lucky me… not.), and they smelled strongly of gasoline, fire, and blood. They had started the fire. They had destroyed Argos. They had killed my family. I would kill them.

I lunged at one of them and hit him in the neck so fast and hard his head came off. Others circled around me and I kick and hit like there was no tomorrow, there might not have been. I fought and killed as many as I could. I was vicious. I was uncontrollable but, I was also new, untrained and out numbered.

I went crazy and began moving without thinking. It worked for me then but it was stupid to try. I fought as many as I could and then, I ran again. I ran and ran until it was almost dawn. I stopped. I would never see the sun again. Never be able to lie out and tan. Everything was going to be different now.
I began to think of staying out until dawn, after dawn and dying. That would have been great, to die then, but if I was dead, well dead again that is, I couldn’t kill the weres. So, I decided to live with the dead, at least for a while.

I finally found a safe place to stay during the night out of sunlight and away from the world, and so, I fell asleep for the day, after one of the longest night of my life.”