Who Said Vampires Don't Exist? Well, I Did, Until Now

Chapter 30: Pain

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Chapter 30

"Move you animal, or I'll snap your neck." Reuban growled out. Ron held his ground.

"Go ahead and try." Ron replied willfully. I began to shake.

"Please, don't." I whispered, unsure who I was talking to.

"Move! Erikson, get over here now!" Reuban demanded of me and gestured to his side. I didn't budge.

"How did you find us?" I questioned in the same small voice. "What about Ali?"

"The Master told me you were running away. That's what he wanted to tell me. I've been following your scent. He said Alicibiades would be nearby."

"Nearby..." I wondered aloud.

"Stop stalling, and get over here!" Reuban snapped. I went to move, defeated, but Ron held me back.

"Turn back, bloodsucker. You'll find no compassion from me." Ron spit at the ground by Reuban's feet. In a flash, Reuban was inches away from his face.

"If you give up now, I'll let you live. You can go wherever you wish, however, Erikson is coming with me either way." They glared at each other in absolute hatred.

"Ron, please stop this. I don't want you to get hurt because of me." I desperately pleaded with him. "You've done all you can for me. Be free yourself. After six years of capture, you deserve freedom."

"Not without you." He snarled in a voice I'd never heard from him before. Reuban reached out to grab me, but Ron intercepted him.

In a blink, Reuban wrapped his hands around Ron's neck, and the sickening crack of his bones snapping reverberated throughout the forest. A horrified scream left my lips as I dropped to Ron's side. Before I could turn him over onto his back and cling to his limp form, Reuban had me by my shoulders and was pulling me away.

"We're leaving. Come on." He practically carried me away while I struggled.

"Let me go! Ron!" I screamed and clawed at Reuban's firm grip on my shoulders. "You monster!"

"Move Jaime!" He demanded.

As I continued to fight him, Reuban was suddenly flown forward and knocked to the ground. The force of the movement flew me off to the side, and I fell on my face. When I could find the energy to turn over and get on my knees, Reuban was already engaged in a fight. It was unlike anything I'd ever seen. Reuban was wrestling on the ground with a twisted and demented creature. It looked like a wolf who was warped and perverted into a two-legged walking beast.

Werewolf.

It briefly registered in the back of my mind that Ron's body was no longer lying limp beside the truck. Torn up clothing was all that remained of Ron's previous condition.

Ron was a werewolf.

My mind refuted the idea as preposterous. No way. Then, the logic of this concept overcame me. None of the vampires would enter the kitchen: because Ron was a werewolf. He had bruises and cuts all over his body: because Ron was a werewolf. His room was covered in symbols and claw marks: because Ron was a werewolf.

There were so many signs, but I never guessed.

I was pulled from my stupor at the sound of Reuban crying out in pain. Werewolf-Ron tore a chunk of skin from Reuban's shoulder with his sharp teeth. Reuban clutched at his wound and took a few steps back. Ron stalked toward him perfectly unharmed.