Werewolf Stories

Extinction

'You are going to be married.' In a second, every drop I drank from my bottle had ended on the floor. 'Married?! You are joking, right?' I sat on my chair, looking straight at my dad. 'I hate to say this... but no; I'm not joking. Not this time.' He looked on the floor, trying to avoid my glare of confusion.

He still didn't look me in the eye after a few minutes. 'Dad come on... the joke isn't funny anymore.. say you are joking...' I said it with a chuckle, but it failed miserably. 'It's a kind young man, his father has offered us this great opportunity.' He really isn't joking.

'Great opportunity? You mean me being sold to- to!.... to someone I don't even know of?' My feelings got expressed more and more, eventually I stood in the middle of the room. He sighed, putting away the newspaper what he was reading. National Moon Festival got interrupted by human. Yes... that's what was written on the newspapers, with the word human being as big as possible.

'Sweetie, our lives aren't one of the best. Especially with our bloodline being impure-' He was hit by his own words, realizing what he had just said. 'W-what are you trying to say dad?...' The words rolled over my tongue like a bike bicycling on gravel. He looks at me, finally, his eyes gave away a feeling of anxiousness. 'That man, who you are going to marry, is a werewolf.'

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'Dad, you are demanding your own daughter, your flesh and blood, to be a slave!' Oh, this conversation isn't over, yet. Mom still didn't got home, what made me worry a lot.
'You know that's not true,' he stated, clearly wasn't done talking. 'We are giving you a better chance of living...A better future for your children.' What did he say? 'Children? Being a mother of a half mixed beast?!' Oh yes, I said that and not loud at all!

It has been almost 30 years since the werewolves took over the world. They are called pure-blooded, because of their almighty genes; the new future, on top of the food chain, true leaders, etcetera etcetera... Humans however, are the impure, living like rats. Except some of us humans are lucky to work for them, what comes in many different ways.

He stood up and walked to the kitchen, probably getting something to drink. Like alcohol... I followed him, not losing him out of my sight. 'Don't look at it like that,' he said, with his back turned to me. 'You know it has it good sides.' He had opened a bottle and took a few big gulps. It isn't obvious he is nervous... at all...

I followed him back to the living room, after I got my own drink. 'Good sides, huh!' A chuckle escaped my mouth, laughing about this comment. 'But honey, you are not the only one. He already had 6 other women.' My hand was gripped tight around the bottle, I squished it with all my power. A cracking sound surrounded my ears, letting go of the bottle. The floor was now covered with little pieces of glass. 'As if that makes things easier!'

What am I thinking?! Did I ever accepted this nonsense? No! 'I refuse.' He didn't react to it, though. Well, I thought. 'W-we can't refuse.' He mumbled. We can't? 'Dad?' I slowly walked to him, forgetting the glass. 'Watch out!' It was already too late. The sharp edges cut through my flesh, making me jump backwards. Eventually I sat on the couch, bandaging my feet. Like, this day isn't worse enough.

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There we were. Sitting in front of each other. I bet he is a cruel beast, killing innocent people. Maybe even kids, luring them into the dark... something like that. 'So, I assume you don't know a lot about us?' I looked up at him, he had beautiful emerald green eyes, his hair almost as brown as brownies, his face features so... indescribable. Focus!

'I mean, I assume it by the fact of the terrible state of your house, your filthy clothes and how you are drooling about how good looking I am.' 'Excuse me?!' What royal dog attitude he has! Unbelievable! 'Yes, you are excuses but let me finish talking, please. Don't you have manners? I know that you humans are terrible in accepting things. Especially when it's about themselves.' Oh this man! 'You... You got some guts!'

I slammed my fist on the table, causing everything on the table to fall over. 'Get out!' I pointed to the door. Before dad could explain why we couldn't refuse, mom got home with someone... that filthy beast. Apparently, my parents had planned this. The whole day. So, now we are alone. Getting to know each other. If I could tell you something... we get along veeeery well.

He didn't move a muscle, a smile was like a sticker stuck on his face. I pointed a kitchen knife in his face. 'I don't care what kind of deal you made with my dad! If it's about money! We don't want it! We can take care of ourselves!' I breathed like a horse who just had run for an hour.

He stood up, in a very polite way. He straightened his suit, swiping some invisible dust off his pants. 'Then, if you could excuse my unacceptable behavior.' Unacceptable behavior? He put his hand on the table, grabbing it on the edge. In a second, he swept the table to one side of the room. Now, the room was empty in the middle, except for the two of us.

He cocked his head to one side, a chuckle escaped his mouth. A grin came on his face, his eyes were beginning to become darker by every second until it was amber brown. 'I guess you don't know anything about the deal.' The deal...? 'Your parents came to us. Begging.' He slowly walked to me. 'Begging about accepting their daughter. You.' Eventually he was walking around me. Sometimes slightly touching my skin.

'Please, please, this is our only option! They whined like little kids.' My parents? No, they are not weak. 'Eventually my father made a deal; if you refuse or show any movements of misusing us... we will take away every single object what belongs to you and your parents.' He... he- He is the most demonic person I have ever met! A true beast, lust to kill all happiness for his sake.

I walked to the door. I have enough of this... this nonsense! He gripped my wrist and pulled me back. His massive strength caused me to stumble to the floor. He still got my wrist in his hand, not letting go. He pulled me to him once more, except this time I tried to pull my arm back. Battling against his supernatural powers, clearly losing the fight of unfairness.

'Oh, you can't leave. Not after this.' A cold and stinging feeling started to burn in my arm. I looked behind me, not resisting anymore. My wrist was still locked in his tight grip, but his teeth bit through my skin. Blood dripping on the floor, a silence covered the room. He bit me. I'm one of them now... right?

{Should I write a sequel?}