Werewolf Of FeverPeak

Chapter 1-The Last Dawn

The wind howled through the skeletal trees, each gust carrying whispers from the forest's dark past. Snowflakes danced in the dim light of the fading day, blanketing the ground in a deceptive layer of purity. But as night fell, the familiar became foreboding. Inside the house, a mother lit a candle to brighten her little boy's room as he lay in bed.

"How did I raise such a beautiful boy?" she smiled, kissing his head and tucking him in.

In a tired voice, he asked, "Mommy, when will we leave?"

She looked at Aiden with a smirk and said, "Oh, don't worry, honey. Once the storm passes and Christmas is over, you, me, and your daddy will move back to Feverpeak and go fishing with Uncle Porter. Does that sound like a plan?"

Aiden smiled and nodded in pure excitement. She rubbed her hand through his hair, wished him goodnight, blew the candle out, and gently shut the door. Walking downstairs, she saw her husband sitting on the couch. He looked at her and smiled.

"Is the boy asleep?"

She sat next to him closely. "That boy is beautiful, John. God has gifted us an angel."

John kissed her. "God works in mysterious ways, honey."

She leaned on his shoulder, gazing into the fireplace. "He wants to go home, John. Maybe this vacation wasn't a good idea. He's never been away from the in-laws for Christmas before!"

John wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer. "I wouldn't worry about Aiden. He's just a scared boy. Why wouldn't he be? For all eight years of his life, he spent them in Feverpeak. Don't worry, tomorrow I'll take him hunting for Christmas dinner, and he'll come to like it here. You'll see!"

Just as he said that, a loud banging noise was heard outside. John stood up.

"Damn it! I bet it's that raccoon I've been telling you about, Sandy. I'm gonna get it this time!"

He put on his jacket and grabbed the shotgun. As he was about to head outside, his wife stopped him.

"John, please be careful," she said.

He kissed her and headed out. A few moments passed, and she nervously sat back on the couch. Then she heard something upstairs, faint muffled voices.

"Hey kid, can you let me in? It's really cold out here," a voice whispered.

She froze, trying to listen better. Suddenly, she heard Aiden scream. In an instant, she ran upstairs and opened his door to find the window open, wind blowing through, and Aiden gone. Shocked and confused, she heard a voice from the corner of the room. Standing in the shadows was the silhouette of a man.

"Oh honey, little Aiden got scared and ran away from me. But you won't run away, will you?" the man hissed.

She stood completely still, tears running down her face. The figure stepped into the light, revealing a well-dressed man in a suit from a bygone era, with messy yet stylish hair. His eyes were blood-red. He walked over to her, looked her up and down, and sniffed her. His long, sharp nail caressed her face, sending shivers down her spine. When he finished, he coughed aggressively.

"Damn it. You're not good enough, but I'll have to be a big boy and eat. So, darling, why don't you show me some fear?"

He smacked her down to the ground. She hit the floor hard as he grabbed her hair and dragged her to the stairs.

"Hope you're not scared of heights," he mocked, throwing her down the wooden stairs with such force that the stairs and her ribs broke in the process. She screamed in pain and fear.

He floated down the stairs, arms outstretched, mocking the cross on her wall. Dragging her to the center of the room, he laughed.

"Scream louder, I beg you," he taunted, almost deriving pleasure from her terror.

She looked behind him and screamed, "Aiden, no!"

Aiden leapt onto the creature's back, attempting to stab it with his pocketknife. The man laughed, punched the boy off, sending him crashing into the wall.

"I'm wasting time... Oh, silly me," the man muttered before biting into the mother's neck. She punched him repeatedly, screaming in agony. The creature's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as it moaned in satisfaction.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and the father's silhouette loomed over the creature.

"Get the hell off my wife, you demon!" John shouted.

The creature pulled its teeth from her neck, wiped the blood from its mouth, and said, "Demon? Hehe, I'm worse. I'm... Count Dracula."

Without hesitation, John shot Dracula in the face. Dracula screamed in pain as the shotgun blast tore off half of his face, revealing bloody muscle and teeth. Enraged, Dracula lunged at John and used his claws to swipe off John's jaw. John's body dropped to its knees, but Dracula forced him to stand like a puppet. His eyes bulged with pain and sadness.

Aiden curled up in a ball, crying silently as he watched Dracula lick the blood off his fingers.

"You see, boy, this was supposed to be a simple feed, but humans and their will to live... Your father, boy, is a puppet. His heart has stopped 40 times, but I haven't allowed him to die."

With predatory eyes, Dracula used his pinky nail to slice John's throat. Blood poured from the wound, and Dracula drank with barbaric thirst. Aiden cried silently, covering his eyes.

Dracula snapped his fingers, allowing John's body to finally collapse. Sniffing the air, Dracula looked toward Aiden. "The poor boy pissed his pants. You're exactly what I like."

He grabbed Aiden by the neck and opened his mouth to bite the boy's neck, but then Dracula saw the sun rising. "Saved by the bell, weren't you, boy?" he hissed. "One day, I will feast on your soul."

Dracula threw Aiden down onto his father's corpse. A black mist of bats formed around Dracula as the sunlight pierced through it, and he flew out into the early snowy morning. Aiden sat in a pool of blood, crying softly. He looked at his dead parents and, realizing he was all alone, screamed in voice-breaking agony as the storm outside finally calmed