Heather's Hope

Chapter Five

Hope's Pov

When the meeting was finished, I went up to my room to sleep. Dreams washed over me and in the morning left me washed up upon the shores of my thoughts. Yawning I changed and went down for breakfast. Vic sat by the breakfast table reading an article on the wolf attacks that have been going on in our area. I merely nodded at him as he glanced up from his reading.

"We need to do something about these attacks. They are getting way out of hand." Vic said to me. I sighed softly and glanced at my shoes.

"It's my grandfather I think it should be me that has to deal with him." I said to Vic. Only small sighs came from Vic, leaving me to my opinions.

"Better go now then before Kellin finds out." Vic said as I dashed from the room. I exited the house without having any sense of direction but I just knew where he would be. Kellin told me when I was a young boy my father owned a cabin up in the woods. My grandfather had passed it down to him before he went insane. I brushed my band's along the tree stump and found myself closer and closer to the cabin. Birds tweeted around the Forrest, the ground was icy cold. Approaching the cabin was easy enough but for what was inside I hadn't prepared myself for. I knocked on the wooden door but no reply came. My ears picked up low growls behind me making me slowly turn around to face the noise. A massive pale white wolf stood on its hind legs and slowly walked towards me. I backed into the cabin door slightly intimidated by him. My breathes became more shallow the more he neared me. I placed my hand out in front of me as he stopped and tilted his head to the side. He growled again before I started to move towards him.

"My names Hope. I'm your grandson." I said softly hoping I wouldn't startle him.

Your not my grandson, your vampire spawn. His mind spoke to me. I looked at him and shook my head.

"I am aware that my mother was a vampire but I'm not here to hurt you." I told him as he sat down on the cold snow.

Why won't you hurt me... Why can't you end my suffering. He said. His voice full of sadness. I slowly sat down in front of him and crossed my legs.

"Is that why your killing everyone? It's all over the news." I informed him. His ears flickered as he began to dig into the snow. He grabbed out a silver knife and threw it at me. It fell short at my feet. He looked back up at me with pleading eyes. I bent down to clutch the metal handle of the knife in my hand and looked down at him.

Please...

He begged me.

I brought the blade down.

Once

Twice

His suffering ceased.

The snow turned red.