Author: Elliot Russell PM
It's not everyday that you find out you're a blood sucking, reality bending, morphing demon. Meet Rhys, he just did. Minor Slash and ViolenceRated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Romance - Chapters: 5 - Words: 8,693 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 12-28-12 - Published: 12-04-12 - id: 3079949
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"Need to find somewhere safe to lock ourselves in!" Cameron said, panic entering his voice "It's too dangerous for us to be here, I'll take the lead and you two follow, there has to be somewhere we can go..."Rhys rolled his neck and shot into the forest.
Running was the most amazing feeling he'd ever felt. He loved the wind rushing through his hair, narrowly missing trees and racing Cameron and Jason. He laughed as they reached the end of the forest and stopped at the brick wall. From here the grass seemed to go on forever, vast expanses of it covering the hills that led into the country side. It was amazing felt amazing to Rhys that he's never come here before, never come to see the beauty that stood in front of him.
"Where do we go?" asked Rhys, staring at the field. An old farm house lay in the distance; it didn't seem to be inhabited as the roof had a rather large hole in it. They ran over to it and circled the perimeter. There were no lights on and all the doors and windows were boarded up. They climbed onto the roof, being careful not to slip on the loose tiles.
The attic was dusty and there were dead rats scattered about in various stages of decay. Directly in front of Rhys was a gaping hole into a little boy's bedroom. He could tell because of two things. The first was the wooden crib that was against the wall, and second was the toy cars and trucks on the floor. He jumped down as to see what else was in the house and Jason and Cameron followed. They walked into the living room which had an antique looking chaise lounge, a coffee table and a black and rather bulky looking TV. It seemed to be from the 90's or late 80's and now TV was digital he doubted it would work. Then Rhys caught sight of the patch of blood dry on the greying carpet. There was a trail that led into the corridor. The trail led them into what looked to be that bathroom, but with no sun and boarded up windows it was hard to tell what it was.
"Either of you two got your phones on you?" Rhys asked, looking behind him the where Cameron and Jason stood. Something hard whacked Rhys in the chest and thudded to the floor. Rhys yelled and both Jason and Cameron laughed.
"You're supposed to catch it you numb skull."
Rhys picked the phone up and shone it around. Rhys though he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He walked over to the bathtub and shone the light in. Inside was a skeleton and more blood.
"Guys," Rhys said, "Look at this."
Rhys heard their footsteps behind him and they looked into the tub. It was obvious how it'd died, the skeleton was so broken it was a surprise it hadn't fallen apart. There was a letter beside the bath and Rhys picked it up and opened it.
So my darling,
As you can see, I am dead. Those damned villagers again. I need you to run, faster than you ever have before. It's a shame we never got to use the nursery for our little boy to be. You need to find him good parents who will look after him until the time comes for him to start his journey. I never wanted Rhys to die parentless but I never would have been a good single parent. I get too stressed. Can we call him that? Rhys. I like the sound of it; he will have a bit of me then. Take my ring when you find me and give it to him. He can wear it day and night and know that we are watching over him. Maybe when the magician returns he will be one of the ones to fight. But until then my love, he will be safe.
See you in heaven my angel,
Rhys had never felt this sad before. He had never felt this alone. He sat on the floor and read the letter. "What's up Rhys?" Cameron asked, "Let's get outta here yeah?" Rhys took the hand which Jason had stretched out to him and they walked out of the bathroom. They climbed out of the roof and got down.
Pain ripped through Rhys. "GET INSIDE! THE MOON!" but it was too late. Before they could get inside they had all started transforming. Only Jason managed to get inside and even the Rhys was sure he would transform anyway. At least he would be safe.
Rhys' body ached, he got up off the ground and wondered how long he'd been out.. He was in a ditch in the middle of the forest and was completely human again. It's freezing! Rhys thought. He supposed he should meet the others back at his parents' house.
When Rhys got to his Parents' only Cameron was waiting for him. When he got closer he realised something, he was entirely naked. His clothes must have ripped off when he transformed. Wait... thought Rhys. Cameron confirmed his suspicions. "So how was frolicking naked through the forest?" Cameron asked. Rhys did the only thing logical at that point, he hid behind a bush.
"Go away!" he yelled, "Where's Jason?"
"There was a closet full of clothes in there. It seems like there used to be a whole family in there."
Rhys remembered that he hadn't said anything about that yet. He hadn't told them that his family used to live there.
"You know that bush doesn't cover everything. In fact there are quite a few holes."
"Then stop looking!" Rhys was sooo embarrassed. He decided to leg it back to the home. He walked out to the wall and Cameron called after him. "Oh and by the way!"
Rhys turned round before Cameron said, "Nice ass."
The building was right in front of him. All he needed to do was be stealthy and he could be up to his room before anyone saw. He ran across the back lawn and into the back of the home. He could here little kids watching TV and knives and forks on plates. He opened the back door and ran into the entrance hall, up the stairs and into his room.
He ran into his room and slammed the door behind him. The cleaner stared at him and Rhys felt a hot glow spread over his face. Maybe I could... Rhys rolled his neck and felt the buzz flow through him. The maid slowed down and completely stopped. "Why didn't I do this before?" He picked her up and placed her outside before getting changed into some clothes. He restarted everything and sat down on his bed. He could see what Jason meant, it was really draining and now he felt even worse that he had when he woke up. He put his head down on the pillow and nearly instantly fell to sleep.
He had experienced the same dream as on the bus. Rhys did not understand it. He decided he should write what he knew down so that then he would.
For hundreds of years there have been tales of people who can transform into animals. In the early 1000's they were for to be magicians who were sent to protect their towns and villages from invading forces. Later on when witches were burned at the stake they were thought to have been cursed by their mothers and when they were discovered they were burnt at the stake. In more recent times they have been thought to have mutated or have been tested on at secret government facilities. But no one has ever found the truth, which I found out only yesterday. I, we, are in fact demons. Our ancestors were travelling to another dimension when they miss calculated their approach and crashed in Roswell. They fled the scene and tried to fit into normal society. Their descendants have branched out across the planet and have the ability to bend reality, and change their form, but to do so they have to drink one thing in specific. Blood. They used the last drop of remaining energy to allow themselves to change from their true form, which looked similar to animals on Earth, to human form. This is where I came from. This is my past. This is why I'm in the mess I'm in. Why I'm stuck here, stuck here as a wolf.