Hybrid Trilogy

Chapter 10 Escape

The daylight still held a barrier for Ruby, So Jasmine as her daytime guardian concentrated on keeping her hidden from any other Werewolf changelings, who would spend the month prior to the full moon searching for Vampires to hunt and kill come the change.

Meanwhile George went back to the farm, he met with his father at the parlour. Harris stood quickly as George entered, knocking over the pail that was full of fresh milk sending it all over the parlour floor. "OH, THAT'S BLOODY GREAT, WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN BOY" his father shouted striking George across the face. When his father had disciplined him in the past George would have previously been thrown to the ground, with the force of such a blow dealt by his father, because in comparison to George, Harris was a much bigger man. This time however George just looked at him, "I deserved that" George said calmly, this just made his father angrier and he made to strike George again, only this time George grabbed his father's wrist, Harris pulled back against George's strength trying vainly to release himself and suddenly fear overtook him "oh my god he is a bloody Vampire" he thought  as George freed his father's wrist "stay back boy" Harris said putting one of his hands up whilst reaching for his scythe with the other, the Cows in the stalls just looked on impassively, as they continued to chew the cud.

Sensing his father's apprehension, George put up his hands and said firmly, "my heavens, I'm not a Vampire father, its day light, look outside, look at my eyes, look at the cows" he continued gesturing through the parlour door and then to the bovine audience. "if I were, do you think they would be that calm?" George added becoming a little agitated at his father's misjudgement of him. "SO, WERE THE DICKENS HAVE YOU BEEN FOR THE LAST MONTH BOY, WHERE???" his father screeched almost begging his son for a plausible answer.

"Father I would tell you my story, a tail so fantastic that, you are bound not to believe it, but we live in a world where the dead can rise again, and with unnatural ability hunt, kill and make more inhuman monsters" George began beckoning his father to sit. "I am still your son, but I am not, father. Ruby's death hit me a good deal harder than I thought, and in my dreams, I was spoken to by an Angel of God, now whether you believe me or not it is the truth father" he paused seeing that Harris was quite clearly sceptical about his sons account of the events that had transpired "the White Angel offered me a chance to deal with the scourge of the Vampire on a more even footing." Again George stopped briefly to allow his father, who was looking a little shell shocked, to try and digest what he was saying. "The Vampire is the spawn of the devil, and the lord our God, was losing his children to Satan's demonic hordes, so he gifted those who chose it to become his warriors, Werewolves to fight, hunt, and rid the world of this unholy force."

"wait," his father said jumping to his feet "are you saying that you, my son, George Jackson, is a bloody Werewolf?" Harris finished looking open mouthed at his son.

"yes father, I am, the White Angel offered me the choice, and I" George paused momentarily "accepted, now I can hunt and kill these evil murderers with a great deal more strength & skills than before," George replied confidently. Harris sat back down heavily on the stool, put his head in his hands and began to weep inconsolably "my only son lost to the churches battle", so he thought "the bloody church" he said under his breath. George went to his father's side, "why do you weep father, this is a war & is far beyond anything that the church could even comprehend, sir, this battle is between good and evil, &  I am alive, only now I can attack rather than just defend, against these bastards" he said passionately & by way of consolation. His father sniffed and looked up "you may well be able to fight and kill these demons my son, but there is still no call for bad language" his father said quietly feeling like he had no real authority over his son any longer, looking a little nervously at him. "Sorry forgive me father" George replied and thought to himself, "he deserves my respect he is still my father."