I was born a mistake, maybe I still am. Myparents were normal humans forced to raise some monster that they had received. Mark and Dany, my parents' name. Dany is short for Danyelle and Mark...well, it's Mark. They were forced to send me away by the queen of the land I was born in, Queen Mary. When I found this out, I made a joke that lasted until this very day. "Bloody Mary." Oh! It even became a horrifying game! I swear she is cursing me in her grave. Anyways, my parents didn't send me away to where QueenMary wanted me to go. They sent me off to a lady who lived in the woods who wore a red cape with a red hood, A.K.A, Little Miss Red Riding Hood. Yes, everyone knows she was part wolf part human, or what you humans call werewolf. So she took me with her, my parents fully trusting her to protect me and keep me safe.
At some point, maybe at the age of five or six (it has been a long time since that age), Riding Hood found me on a branch, high in a tree, holding a dead squirrel. She told me to get down, more like demanded, and when I did; she saw there was blood all over my mouth. Oh, these female humans today. They would scream with excitement and jump in their rooms and on their beds saying, "He's a vampire! OMG!" Blah, blah, blah. I wish people now feared me like they did then. Whatever. Yes! I am a vampire! And when Mama (that's what I called Red since she raised me), found out after several more incidents, she decided to do something very, very risky.
On my sixteenth birthday, keep in mind Mama had been planning this since she found out I was a vampire, Mama bit me, trying to get my very being to transform into a werewolf. You see, when a mother werewolf bites her child when it reaches the age of sixteen, she is allowing the child to basically have a safe transformation from human to wolf, were there is no pain or any risks of a false transformation (which is way too much to explain, and human minds could never grasp this understanding). The bite itself is extremely painful, like twenty bites from a cobra or hundreds of stings from hornets. Makes me shiver as I think about it.
That night, after Mama bit me on a New Moon, she dies, and I feel responsible for it. If only she hadn't bitten me. If only it wasn't a new moon. Oh, right, since I am part vampire (part werewolf now), I can only change to a werewolf on new moons instead of full moons. Only purely bred werewolves change on the full moons.
Have I confused you yet? Perhaps I should introduce myself. My name is Deren Bel, not the werewolf, or the vampire, or Diablo de Hermnao. I am the one thing that can seduce you, or kill you. I am currently a hundred and sixteen years old, one whole century after Mama's death. Remember though, since I am a vampire I stopped aging at the age of sixteen. I am pale, so pale you would think I am terribly sick. I have intense green eyes, or so my early meals have told me. I have jet-black hair, cut on the sides but long, shaggy bangs. For a wolf, I am tall, but for a vampire, I am short, which to sum it up for you is about 6 feet. This is my only flaw, well besides the every-once-in-a-while need to kill.
Anyways, I turned a hundred and sixteen about two months ago on October thirty first. Yes, I know, Halloween day. Just another reason for people to think I'm some evil vampire/werewolf (or what I like to call, a Vampwolf. Does that sound too lame?). My birthday was once feared by all; why do you think I gained so many nicknames, once feared my birthday? Now, people celebrate with costumes and candy and haunted houses. I should be pleased, especially since I'm on a diet from blood and killing, if you can even do that. Yet, I just want some of that fear again! Something to fuel my hunt.
Something strange happened on my birthday, though I'm not sure if I am excited or if I actually fear whatever happened. It was as if darkness began to take form, or spirits began popping into the world. I guess I'll find out sooner or later.
Right now I am taking a walk through my garden. Just so you know, my garden is huge! Bigger than six hundred acres of land. I love it. I have planted anything and everything that I have ever wanted, such as: lilies, petunias, dandelions, roses (of all sorts of colors), lavender, daisies, etc. The garden calms me, makes me feel more at home, and makes my house look less frightening.
My house is two stories high. The outside is painted black to camouflage into the night, because that's when the demon possessed doll begins its hunt. Why it has to hunt around my house? No idea. Why it has to hunt at night, when I would love to take strolls into my garden like I am now? Who flipping knows. I could easily kill it, but that would do me no good. Demons tend to leave a sort of poison in the ground after they die. Plus, this demon is great at killing or scaring any wanderers that are attracted to my forest or are afraid to stay in the dark for too long. So, in a strange way, it's nice to have a demon around.
Back to describing my house. So it blends in with the dark, there is a black stone porch with black wooden stairs, and black marble pillars. The inside isn't so dull like the outside of my house is, I promise. The floor is white marble. In the living room, there is a flat screen T.V, two large couches with the color of grey and red fluffy pillows to lay on, one long coffee table in the center, and a black circular rug to bring everything together.
The kitchen is simple. Grey tiled floor, tan colored walls, and then the everyday American used appliances; sink, white counters, a refrigerator, two ovens, a microwave, a pantry, and then different intentions such as forks and spoons and knives. The dining room is pretty much the same as the living room except it has a long, glass table and dark red chairs.
Well, I've explained the main rooms. There are a ton more in my house; four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a workout room, an art room, a game room. What a great house right! Beautiful, artistic, different...ha! Way better than any humans' idea of a great house. Yes, I know, I take pride in everything I do, and sometimes I tend to exaggerate and brag, and everyone says that it's not good to do, but whatever. Even a Vampwolf isn't perfect.
I'd like to say I had a great walk in my lovely garden, but sadly I didn't. I came to a stop as I saw someone lying by my creek. She looked different than most people, but they all looked and smelled delicious...I mean the same. I stand there and look at her, my hunger begging me to feast on her blood while my mind forces myself to shake it off. "How did you make it past the demon?" I can't help talking to myself. For a second, I wanted to take her into my house, but right now I don't feel like dealing with a human or a demons' meal.
'She is human. Right?' I think, tilting my head as if that could help me see in the poor amount of light I have. She doesn't smell like one, but she most definitely looks like one. I shake my head, hating how I always confuse myself when it comes between humans or cross breeds of whatever kinds of monsters that lie in this world. I'm tired too, so maybe that is messing up my senses. This seems to make my decision to walk back to my house and go to sleep. That and the demon is walking over. Wherever the shadows are at is where the demon can walk, light seems to wound it or distract it, I don't know. I forget about taking the girl with me and turn around. 'Whatever she is, she won't be waking up tomorrow morning.' I think as I make it up the steps and inside to my house. I lock the door behind me, all four locks. I head upstairs to get some sleep, but I have this strange feeling in my stomach that tomorrow is going to be crazy, different, and I feel a bit excited for it. Maybe something interesting will happen for once. Being a Vampwolf, I'm pretty much the most powerful person in the world, which also means I get really, really, bored sometimes. Who would Take? If you had all the money and power on the plant, had everything that you could ever want, and have that for about a hundred years, you'd be pretty bored with your life.
I sigh and close my eyes after brushing my teeth and getting under the covers to my rather large bed. I can feel the temperature drop drastically, even from where I am at. Usually that means the demon has entered the garden. In a way, we are alike, but I will never become like that demon. Never. Not even if I had the chance to see Mama again.
Before I fall asleep, I whisper a goodnight to Mama, wherever she's at, then hear a blood-curling scream from my garden. The moon is out, but is covered by the dark clouds. The girls' luck must be poor, but now she must be dead.
Her scream echoes into my dream. I am in my garden, seeing her struggle under the demon. For some reason, I want to save her, but something stops me...literally. I turn around and see some kind of spirit, though it seems to be covered in black smoke, making it look like a shadow. "Leave." It told me, then disappeared. I turn around and find the girl, but my dreams shift to something I always dream about. For the rest of the time I dream of Mama, trying to save her, to stop her from biting me. But she dies, and then the dream starts over, then she dies again, and the dream continues until I am awaken by a noise that sounds like someone is knocking on my door.
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Shadow Walkers
FantasyI will never forget the day that i was betrayed. He took me in, saved me from the monsters that hunted me, protected me from the demons that hunted me. Yet in the end, my soul had nearly joined with the dead.
