Clouded Vision

Clouded Vision, Chpt 16

What can I say. October 2008, a year and eight months ago i drew a dark man with a trench coat. when trying to erase his eye so I could redo it, it smudged and his eye became a foggy mess. And I knew it was perfect. He took shape as a werewolf that was all alone until a female werewolf found him. So she lets him join her pack. But that didn't have a story. Suddenly something sparked. what if the main character wasn't accepted into the pack? Adair took shape.

September 2009 I finished writing, eleven long months later. And now, today, it's on the computer, ready for the second draft. Thanks to everyone that's still reading this story. I'm very proud of it, despite it's obvious problems. Meh. those problems can be fixed in a later draft. enjoy.

Chapter Seventeen

Moving on

When Eli and Devin came into view, their faces looked solemn.

"Adair's dead." Vincent croaked. He stepped forward into Eli's eyes. "You saved my life." He said. "And Jake's too. Although perhaps it would have been better if you hadn't."

"And why would that be?" Eli asked.

"Adair bit him."

Eli frowned.

"Where are Todd and Adam?" Vince asked.

"I disposed of them." Was Eli's curt reply.

Vincent blinked. "You...you killed them? Why?!"

"I felt it had to be done."

Vincent growled. "You had no right to take their lives."

Eli shrugged. "I felt that they were a danger to myself and my pack. I refuse to let a threat like that live."

"You've lost a lot of blood." Devin told Vince suddenly. "We should get you home."

Vince nodded, realizing his power being sucked away. Before he was running on pure adrenaline. Now that it was coming to stop Vince could see what bad shape he was in.

During the walk home, Vince felt weaker and weaker. His eyesight flowed in and out of focus. He hadn't even reached the forest before he blacked out from loss of blood.

He awoke in his bed. The soft cloth felt heavenly against his skin. How long had it been since he had been home?" Immediately what had happened came to his brain without shock. Something like that couldn't be forgotten through sleep. He noticed that his wounds had been bandaged, and didn't feel pain. He had been asleep for a while, based on the healed wounds.

At the moment he felt no need to get up from the safety of his bed. Not even the thought of Eve or Jake could tempt him. Although he had been asleep for some time, he still felt drained. Eventually he fell asleep again. His dreams were animalistic ones. Running through the forest. Catching prey. He was unconsciously using his animal brain to drown out the worries from his human one. The dreams felt sweet to him, and free. At one time, he thought he saw a gray wolf running with him, peacefully.

When he awoke again, Eve was placing food next to his bed. Eve stifled a scream when Vince opened his eyes. There were tears in hers.

"Vince?" she whispered, taking a step forward.

"Eve." Vincent sighed in relief. "It's good to see you."

"It's good to see you awake." Eve was grinning.

"How long was I out?"

"Two days. You'd wake up once in a while, but you must have still been asleep. You got some nasty infections from those cuts."