Clouded Vision

Clouded Vision, Chpt 13

Next chapter, I know the title is horrible but I just couldn't resist :)

Longggg chapter, lots of stuff happening, it's probably going to be a little confusing. Have fun.

Chapter Fourteen

Werewolves, Moon Wolves, and Wolfmen, Oh My!

Vincent's consciousness revived itself in a snap. His eyes snapped awake. Guns, lowered, flicked back up. Darkness swelled through the alley. The wolfmens' skin glowed with the reactant of moonlight. Their dark eyes made their faces look like skulls. The skills wore obviously bored expressions, despite their limitless eyes.

"Do you know when Adair is coming back?" Vincent asked. No response. Vince sighed. "What are your names?" He looked back and forth from face to face.

Finally, after a moment of silence the man on the left replied, "We don't have any."

"How?"

"We had human names," the other man reluctantly admitted, "but they didn't feel right. We felt too...reborn to keep those names."

"What were your names?" The air relapsed into silence. "Does being what you are feel so much different from being human?"

One of them sighed in a way that was pure bless. "You can no idea. It feels absolutely different. Wonderful. Intense. So much more power flows through your veins."

"But you're still only human all but one day a month."

"Perhaps. But I don't feel human. Not anymore."

There was a pause. "Why follow Adair?"

"He has a noble cause. Besides, he saved me. I was nothing before I met him. He gave me what I most desired. So why not follow him?"

Silence overturned the night once again. Vincent pulled his chains, struggling against the iron. He was like a captured rabbit. It was a worthless attempt.

"You should help Adair. He's willing to forgive you, and give you what you want."

Vince snorted. "Adair never forgets, and never forgives. He wants me for his own purposes, but eventually he'll try to take his revenge."

Vince leaned back on the wall. The guns, all through their conversation, hadn't lowered a fraction. Damn they were focused. Vincent smirked in bitter defeat; there was no way he was getting out of here with them guarding him.

"What did you do in your life before?" Vince asked, bored beyond belief.

"Soldiers. We were in the same unit." Vince nodded absently. No wonder they were so well trained. Adair picked his followers well. Soldiers were used to listening to a leader without question and were used to killing. They would never flinch, never falter, and the fact they were in the same unit only strengthened their bond.

"Clever. How about the female?"

I don't know. I suppose he just-"

"Todd, why are you sharing our personal information?"

The man Todd lowered his head. "I'm sorry sir."

Adair turned a corner into the clearing. "What else did you tell him?"

Todd listed each aspect of their conversation, his eyes still on the ground. "I'm sorry." He concluded. "I wanted to try to convince him to help you."