~BOOK 2~ Paranormal: A Lycan's Fearful Past (Multi-Bandom FanFic)

Chapter 5 - Pete

It was a much simpler time back then, the year 937. I was lying in bed in one of the small houses in a quaint little village the guys and I had taken residence in, a seamstress lying next to me, asleep. I looked down at her and smirked, tracing my fingers along her exposed neck.

I didn't sleep with these girls just for the sake of sleeping with them. I wanted something...more than that. I wanted blood. They didn't know that, though, they thought that when I said I wanted something more that I meant marriage or something along those lines.

I began to lean in to sink my teeth into her neck when the sounds of villagers screaming began to sound from outside. I groaned and rolled out of bed, walking over to the window and seeing people running down the dirt streets.

I peered out of the window to get a better look, and what I saw was horrible. It was a pack of werewolves, running through the village and causing havoc among the innocent people, raiding their small shops and terrorizing whoever got in their way.

They were looking for someone.

One of the wolves noticed me and my eyes went wide. I disappeared back into the room, waking up the woman who was lying in the bundle of blankets I had.

"Peter?" She asked me sweetly as I slowly backed away from the window. I didn't respond to her. "Peter, is everything alright?"

"I need to leave," I whispered under my breath.

"Leave? But what about us?"

I looked back at her and smirked, my elongated teeth showing, "Oh, darling, there never was an us." I told her before running over to her and sinking my teeth into her soft neck, drinking all the blood I could before hearing the front door break down. I pulled my teeth out of the seamstress's neck and wiped my mouth with the back of my wrist, running over to the window and jumping on the ledge.

Just then, the wolf appeared in the bedroom doorway, growling at me. I smirked and jumped down, landing perfectly before darting through the village that was being ransacked by the foul mutts.

I began running down the streets, joining the crowd of villagers who were also trying to run from the pack. I didn't get far, though, because I was jerked to the side into one of the crevices between two buildings and pushed up against a brick wall.

"Where have you been, Pete?" Patrick asked me, holding onto my shirt tightly.

"I've been around," I answered modestly, averting my gaze away from him and seeing that one of the buildings had been ignited.

"We can tell," Andy mumbled.

"We need to leave," Joe stated the obvious, as if none of us were aware, "Before-"

"Before what?" A familiar female voice growled at the four of us. We all looked over and saw her standing at the end of the dark alley, in her human form though her eyes glowed a brilliant shade of yellow. Her arms were crossed over her chest and her weight was shifted to one side. "Before we find you?"

"Look, we don't want any trouble," Patrick tried to talk his way out of it, still believing diplomacy was actually effective. "Just let us go and we'll never bother you again."

The she wolf snickered, "You think I'm gonna let you go? Just like that?" She chuckled sinisterly, "You're joking, right?"

"We're not scared of you," I spat at the mutt arrogantly, pushing past Patrick and walking right up to her.

"Oh really?" She tested.

"Really," I crossed my arms, staring her dead in the eye.