Vampire and Werewolf Story Chapter 5

“We don’t know what?” one of the werewolves demanded.

I turned to look at Abigail. It was unlike her to stay quiet. She was biting off one of her claws with her fangs. It instantly grew back. Then she transformed the fangs back into teeth, and claws back into nails, except for the one she had bitten off. She held that one with her fingers and drove it into the rope. Now that it wasn’t attached to her, it wouldn’t hurt her if the claw hurt.

“Dejando,” a silky female voice said, “You haven’t been hiding something from us, now, have you?”

I turned to see who it was just in time to see a blonde girl with large, crystal blue eyes step out of the crowd. I sniffed for her scent, and was very surprised to find that she was a werewolf. I had never seen of heard of a white werewolf before. I had thought they all had copper skin, and brown or black hair. I wondered why I hadn’t noticed her before, since she looked very conspicuous.

“The White Werewolf,” the group of werewolves breathed. They said her name with great respect. They also bowed their heads a little bit, honoring her.

The White Werewolf motioned for them to stop bowing, and they obeyed immediately. She held herself with a certain grace, her posture perfect. And she seemed to glide across the ground when she walked. Her blonde hair was kept short to stay out of the way, and it was styled perfectly, with not a single hair out of place. Hanging on her shoulders was a beautiful fluffy white fur coat. That was strange, she herself had fur, in her wolf form, and she wore a coat made of the stuff? I smelled for the scent of fur, expecting it to be fake…then recoiled in disgust and horror. Her “fur” coat was made out of hair. Vampire hair. How many of them had she killed already?

Dejando turned pale as he saw the White Werewolf glaring at him icily. I could tell from her expression that she was trying to probe into his mind, and find whatever he was hiding in there. For a moment, I actually felt sorry for him.

The White Werewolf’s eyes closed for a split second, then flashed open, alight with newfound knowledge. She had read his mind, and she was angry. As a low, horrible growl ripped from her throat, there was a flash of white light, and her form rippled. Then she was in her wolf form, a werewolf with snow white fur, and her clothes spilled off as her fur stood up on her back. She advanced towards Dejando, snarling.

Just then, the net ripped. Abigail and I fell on top of Dejando, crushing him.

“Thanks for breaking our fall,” I sneered at him. “Not that we needed it, anyway.”

Abigail glared. “Cysere, don’t talk to Tanya’s boyfriend like that!” Then she smiled, proud of herself. “I finally broke through the net! In your face!” she crowed, holding up a rather battered claw.

Dejando grunted underneath us. “Geroff me, you stinking bloodsuckers!”

“Shut up, you mangy dog!” I retorted as Abigail jerked me off of him.

“Dejando,” the White Werewolf said in a deathly voice. She had gotten control of herself, slipped back into her clothes, and transformed back into her human form. “Is it true? You’re in love with a vampire? You’ve even kissed her?” It was clearly a rhetorical question, and she knew it was true.

I cringed. The mental image if my sister kissing that thing was not pleasant.

Dejando was ashen-faced. “It’s not my fault I’m in love with a vampire,” he whispered. “I didn’t choose to imprint on her.”

“Wait a minute, how didn’t they know about this before?” I blurted out. “When you were in your wolf form, wouldn’t they have heard your thoughts?”

Dejando glared at me. “I’m different from the rest of them,” he said quietly. “They can’t hear my thoughts. Except for her.” He indicated the White Werewolf, and it was clear in both his face and the way that he spoke that he did not like her. “She can probe her way into my mind.”

“How--how dare you?!?” someone in the crowd of werewolves sputtered. “As every werewolf knows, the White Werewolf is a respected figure of authority among us! How can you speak of her in such a manner? And how could you fall for one of those leeches!?!”

Dejando, Abigail, and I all gave him such threatening looks that he fell silent and clamped his lips together.

“I’m not a leech,” I growled, transforming my teeth into razor sharp fangs and flashing them at him.

“I can’t choose who I imprint on, retard!” Dejando snapped. “You of all should know that much!”

Hmm, it seemed like he had something in common with me, after all. We were both yelling at the same person…well, werewolf…

“Don’t you dare talk to him like that, you pathetic excuse for a werewolf! He’s one of you!” Abigail yelled, her eyes flashing.

The White Werewolf gave Abigail and me a thin-lipped smile. “I think you know why the trap was set for you, cold ones,” she murmured. “Now…prepare to die!” She lunged forward, transforming and shedding her garments as she flew toward us.

“Why was the trap set for us?” Abigail asked. “Just because we’re vampires?”

“That, and she plans to add our hair to her coat!”

Abigail and me brought our claws and fangs, yet again. I was about to strike the White Werewolf’s face with my claws when Dejando jumped in front of me. I was surprised.

“Get back, you two,” he growled. “This is my fight.” His figure shook, changing into that of an abnormally large wolf with brown fur, and his jeans fell into the grass.

I ignored his wishes and went around him, trying to sink my claws into the White Werewolf’s fur. I heard a hungry growl, and Abigail moaned, clutching her stomach.

“I know you’re hungry, Abby,” I said as the White Werewolf tackled me, using the name she had ordered me to use for her. “Go on and hunt. I’ll be fine.”

She hesitated, her eyes going back and forth between Dejando, the White Werewolf, and me. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I replied. “Go! You’ll be more of a help to us once you have some food.”

She smiled and bounded off.

Dejando kicked the White Werewolf off of me and growled, telling me to stay out of it. I didn’t listen to him, of course. If he ended up dead, so would I. Even if the White Werewolf didn’t finish me off, Abigail would have gone ballistic if she thought it was my fault that Tanya’s boyfriend was dead. Actually, technically, I am sort of dead already, but I prefer to call it life as a vampire instead of death, so whatever.

The White Werewolf flicked Dejando off like a flea and charged me head on.