Strigoi

Chapter 4: Kynigòs

I needed a reason. A reason to not feel so guilty. To not feel like i'm the one to blame for not only the death of my Mother but my Father now too.

I just hoped he didn't die because of me. I hope he didn't die with hate in his heart. And especially, I hope he didn't die with hate for me.

It just hurt so badly to think that the last person you loved and had, killed himself to get far away from you. To get far away from a person that they probably couldn't stand to see.

But I didn't know how he felt so I could only hope. In my heart I hope that there was another reason. A reason that doesn't hurt, as much, as this one does. I just hope I'm not the reason; the reason he lost hope.

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I sat there staring out at the leaf-less trees, the snow, the grey skies, just the fullness of the world.

I exhaled and let out my cold breath. Unlike this world, I was empty. I had nothing. Not even a speck of life.

The truth is I didn't even feel alive. I mean am I really living? What am I even? Am I dead? We can't even answer those questions because we don't know ourselves.

I let down my arms on my lap and I studied them. They were bright red and numb.

The air was cold apparently, but I couldn't feel it. I felt nothing. I was lost in my mind, no thoughts, no feelings, nothing at all.

"Here." Said the Omega as he threw his leather jacket on to me.

Why would he suddenly act so kind? Just 6 hours ago we were on the verge of starting a Strigoi Vs Lycanthrope war. And not that I didn't appreciate it, but it was weird.

"Unlike you Strigoi; we Lycanthrope can keep warm. Its one of our many superior attributes." The Lycanthrope said in a braggy tone.

Wow, just when I thought we hit a turning point. But he was being nicer than he was before, and I wasn't going to let us take a step backwards in whatever this was.

I took the jacket and I covered myself with it.

I continued staring out the window of the moving car. For a moment, in what seemed to be a really long time I felt calm.

No memories and no sadness ran through my head. I didn't question my very existence, I just existed.

I was just there being nothing, feeling nothing, thinking nothing. But like I said, that only lasted for a moment.

The world began to become something. As we reached the camp, the calmness became chaos.

In the distance, tents were set on fire, there were Lycanthrope running, you could hear screaming and gunshots.

This wasn't right. Suddenly the car was stopped. And I was snapped out of it. I became something.

"Oh, no, no, no." Said the man with the wolf tattoo and in panic, quickly turned the car around trying to get away from the situation.

"Those damn, Bastards." Swore the Alpha slamming his fists on to the car window.

"W-what are you doing? We can't just leave them behind." Said the young Omega as he squirmed in his seat trying to figure out what to do.

"What's going on?" I asked in confusion.

The Omega turned and gave me a quick glance before jumping out of the car in the need of saving his pack.

I've seen that look before. It was a look of 'I need you' and I've seen it.

Yes, I've seen it in my Fathers eyes. But why would he need me? I've failed when I was needed before. What was I supposed to do now?