1
The Hunt for Pride
The professor was a skilled vampire. But by the looks of him now, he would be no match for Salem. His power far surpassed this weak million year old vampire.
"Where did you go my brother?" Salem's voice echoed through the halls of the high school. Raw meat from the vampire's thigh still clenched within Salem's mouth, the blood dripping from his lips. He threw the vampire's thigh, still with dripping with blood. "Who is protecting the boy!? Who are his protectors!?"
Salem stood broader and straighter then he had when he had stood in front for the werewolf council to declare his allegiance to there cause, to kill his brother's spawn, the one the vampires called the Bloody Knight. This spawn was the one who would convert all of the monsters into pawns in his own game. The game was to enslave the human race and both the vampire and the beasts. This is why he was here. Once he had killed his brother, he was after his spawn.
Mathew's eyes widened "You plan to kill our lord? You're the one who has served the vampires and believed the Bloody Knight was a Knight of good. Look at what you have become Salem, one of your own monsters." Salem took this to heart. His flesh and blood called him a monster.
"I'm the monster. Mathew, your mind has turned on you. You're the one who kills people for food. You're the one who is a monster." He stared into his brothers eyes. His expression gave his brother chills that he could see. He threw his arm into his brother's chest, ripping through meat and bone. He grabbed his brother's heart and ripped it from his body. Blood from his brother spewed onto him. Salem grabbed his brother's neck, barley speaking, his words grabbed by blood.
"Salem you fool, you can not keep this boy from his destiny. He will make peace of all of us." Mathew put his hand on Salem's arm. His silver ring gleamed in the moon lit night. Salem pulled away but the strength of his brother keep his arm there. A hiss came from his arm. A flame burst from Salem's arm. Mathew's ring burned thought Salem's arm. Salem let out a roar of pain. His arm fell from his body blood spewing from his arm. Salem grabbed his arm. Salem's eyes floated to the red lights from the front of the school.
Salem fled the school with lightning speed, his heart racing the time of werewolf was dimming. He needed his nephew... to bite.
2
The Fever
Salem fell in the door almost right on top of Darren. Darren noticed the bullet wound on Salem's left shoulder. He laid Salem on the table inside their little hut on the east side of Toronto. Nothing like this had ever happed, luckily for Salem; Darren had been in many fights and had stitched up himself. He drove out some nettles and thread.
"Salem be calm this is going hurt but just stay still." Darren looked back at the wound after making sure Salem had not blacked out. The wound had completely healed. Salem grabed Darren by his neck.
"Darren... Remember I love you... please." It was a quiet whisper. Salem pulled with all his might to get Darren near him so he could bite him. His teeth popping out of his scowl, one bite would save his nephew's life, and his.
Pain.
Pain went strait though Darren who was still beside his Uncle.
"Salem! w-what have you d-done t-to m-e-e-e! What h-ahhhhhhhh!" As pain continued though Darren's body, his body began to morph. His hands became claws. His body became hot. His arms shacked as if he had a fever. Then the most pain he had ever felt came upon him. He fell to the floor out cold.
Darren awoke. Human but had no memory of his last events. What was he doing there and how could he only remember his name. The next name that popped up in his mind was Kate. The name was familiar but nothing else. The woods he started to remember were Chleek Creek woods. It was, to his memory a spot for him and his father maybe? To go fishing.
