Beauty In The Blood Moon

Getaway Car

"I cannot believe you. Why the hell did you kidnap me and take me to Simon's basement? And, what the hell did you do to Amanda, the UCLA student? You know we're not allowed to kill. You grandfather is the damn master of this region. Why do you have to be so stupid?" I was letting the steaming kettle inside me take a chunk out of Zeke. I am not about to be blamed for another one of Zeke's shenanigans.

We were still running, trying to get as far away from Simon's house as humanly possible.... Wait... We're not human... "Zeke why aren't we just turning into wolves or panthers or something? I'm fully charged after you force-fed me earlier. We could totally just sprint out of here." I said half panting because of the overexertion. I may be able to sprint when transformed, but I turned back into my normal self a while back. At least I didn't have to stop to transform again, I just hoped no one human saw me. They like to go crazy when seeing paranormal things. We're not supposed to be real, and it has to stay that way.

"I can't turn, Hania. If I do... well- we can talk about that later." Zeke choked at me while trying to breathe. He may be a good runner too, but the exertion still makes your lungs feel like they're about to explode. The pair of us probably look like the most out of shape, in shape teens on the planet.

"You can't- what? You can't turn?!? But- what?" I was befuddled, totally awe struck from the news. What did Zeke do to not be able to turn?

"Like I said, I'll tell you later, but now- Do you see that silver Camaro at 2 o'clock, that;s our ride." Zeke pointed towards the highly noticeable car in the lot of a nearby outlet mall. It was a couple hundred feet away, and we'd be long gone from Simon in no time.

"So, these aren't the usual wheels I see you in. Where'd you get 'em?" I asked while buckling myself into the passenger seat of the Camaro. It was an interesting switch to see Zeke go from a red Dodge Ram to a silver Camaro. It oddly complemented his dark hair and moderately tanned skin. I however stuck out like a sore thumb in the car's dark interior. I am a very pale person, and burn better than I tan. You'd think I'd spend all of my time inside.

"Oh, the people I know... They have some sweet connections, and NO I didn't steal it." Zeke replied as he started the engine. The car's inner workings were so quiet, you'd think that it wasn't on. But sure enough, Zeke put the car in drive, and we set off. The nearby neighborhood fading off into the distance behind us.

"Is there a destination, Captain Zeke?"' I joked, trying to lighten the awkward silence that fell over the two of us. Zeke and I don't usually make small talk, we just argue. Right before Zeke was about to answer, I noticed a shock in his face, as if I'd never been nice to him, and it was slightly pleasing. Come to think of it, I don't remember the last time we didn't at least have some thought in our mind to rip each others heads off.

His expression faded, and he answered back. "I need to take you to the council, you need to know some things. My grandfather is waiting for us there."

I was too shocked by the statement to notice his hand slowly come towards my shoulder to rest firmly on a pressure point. My eyelids got heavy, and my sight on the inside of the Camaro went fuzzy. God dammit, Zeke, not again...