Century Beast

Century Beast Chapter Six- Big Bad Wolf To The Big Bad Softie

Hunter paced all day the next day. He was worried about what might happen, if I would get hurt, of one of the chains got loose, or something.

It was approaching noon and I couldn’t take it anymore. I was seated on the couch watching him pace back and forth in front of me, deep in thought. I got up, not that he noticed, and tackled him, until he noticed. I pinned him to the ground and made him look at me.

“WILL YOU STOP!” I scolded. “You making me dizzy and nothing is going to go wrong, okay?”

His eyes were wide and he looked at me and nodded, laying his head back. I lay down on top of him, my head on his chest. “I’m sorry. I don’t like seeing you like this.”

He wrapped his arms around me understandingly. We laid there for a long time and then he looked down and the sun was started to descend behind the trees. We got up and I put my boots on and he grabbed all the stuff. We went out the back door and walked into the woods.

He repeatedly looked up and then at me and on the hundredth time or so (lost count after 36), he turned to me picked me up. I couldn’t believe how he was carrying me, 50 iron chains or so in a duffel bag along with water and food.

He sped through the forest and soon we arrived. He set me down and I looked down at the door of the mausoleum. I looked around as we went down kind of freaked out. He took a lighter and pointed out to the dark and suddenly the flame caught and a long railing in the wall that spread through the tomb lit up with fire illuminating the darkness with its orange glow.

Hunter out away the lighter and we hurried down the stairs and to a stone wall with a rusty iron barred door in front of it. He crushed the lock with his hand and opened it before pushing the rock wall out of the way with a single hand.

“What time is it?”

“Half past three.” I answered.

“Sun set is at five. We got a bit of time but the chains are going to take a while, so we better get started.” He said seriously.

I nodded and he dropped the duffel on the floor and began to strip down. I turned away quickly.

“It’s only my shirt and pants I’m keeping the underwear on. Don’t worry.” He chuckled. I turned back around and huffed while he smirked to himself. I took the chains out of the bag and found a whip.

“If your hoping for some sort of kinky things to come out of this, I’d like to say now, just forget that dream now.” I said holding up the whip. He looked up from raveling the chains around him and looked at me and the whip in my hand.

He rolled his eyes but laughed. I smiled in contentness and success of helping him calm down.

  He finished putting on heavy duty chains around himself, on his arms, shoulders, torso, legs, and his neck too. He had me securely link each chain into a couple feet of rock and iron.

Once I finished, I laid beside him on the ground, holding his hand and looking into his eyes. He was scared and nervous but I knew not for himself but for me. He didn’t need to think it to me for me to know he was scanning the possibilities of something going wrong.

“Stop thinking so negatively.” I finally spoke up.

“How is it that you can practically see right through me?”  He questioned, his voice in my head was gentle and kind.

“Because even though you don’t have words to say, you have thoughts to think and they are clearly displayed in your eyes as you words are clearly displayed on your tongue.” I retorted, touching his face with my free hand. His hand came and rested on top of it and in that moment everything was silent and everything was gone, only us, just us. No one else.

Then the first signs of the transformation began….

His body began rigid and his eyes brightened and glowed like an owl’s.

“Move away.”  He ordered and I was about to protest when his word from before rang in my head. “You do anything and everything I tell you to with no question. If I tell you to run, run. If I tell you to lock me in, do it. You need to be quick because if in any way I do get loose, hell will break loose.” He had said. I was already at the door off the room we were in. I stopped, in conflict with myself.

One side of me was, “Run!” and the other was, “He needs you.”

One of them was clearly screaming at the top of their lungs.

I draped myself over his back hugging him, and basically being his moral support. His skin rippled as his bones cracked and he began convulsing. I held him down stroking his face and making having him look me in the eyes. When the second convulsion came I thought it was going to be like the first one but his skin was rippling, he was growing and his dark hair began sprouting all over his body. With one last thrash he completely changed and was a large black wolf on all fours, his head almost reaching the rock ceiling. He took up most the space in the room and most of the chain had broken.

Oh and did I mention that I was still on his back.

He lay down and I got of slowly. He got back up and watched me, eyes wide and shining with intentness. I could tell he was a bit angry for not obeying him when he told me to move but I just couldn’t.

“Hunter?” I called to him my hand twitching to reach out to him and touch him. That’s when he shifted his weigh leaning over to me; his long neck craned his head until his snout was inches from my face. He opened his mouth and when I thought his predator instincts have taken over and Hunter wasn’t Hunter, he was a hunter, and now he was going to eat me he began to whine and lick my face affectionately.

“Hey!” I said swatting his face away. I wiped my face with the back of my hand and looked up at him. “I was prepared to be wrestling with a raging werewolf, not cuddling with big softie wolf.”

“The transformation was quick and less painful then the others. It usually takes hours for me to change and after I change, I am a raging werewolf and I am blinded by it. This time my head is completely clear.” He explained.

“I’m glad.” I smiled.  He tried to stretch but he was too big for the now cramped room. “Maybe you should go outside, stretch your legs?” I suggested.

He hesitated but agreed and we ducked through the mausoleum after taking off his chains and up the stairs we went. Once we reached outside, he stretched and howled.

I marveled at him. He was probably a little more than a story high. His fur was black as the night around us. There was a chilling breeze and the hair on my neck stood up.

“There’s a blizzard coming. I won’t be able to get you home in time.” He thought to me. “There is a place just a few minutes away, where we can stay for the night.”

I nodded and he laid down for me to climb on to his back and we made our way to our safe haven.