Full Moon

Full Moon: Chapter One

Run, just run, I kept on telling myself but it was no use. I could hear their footsteps coming closer, closer and that was when I dared look back. What I saw was something big and fast, with blood running down its face, a vampire for sure. I didn't quite know why he was chasing me, but he wasn't going to let me stop and ask. I was lost until I saw it. His eyes. All vampires have a taint of red in their eyes, a side effect from drinking blood, but not this one. These eyes were pure white and full of the chase. He was going to kill me, but first he would have to catch me.

Come on, I thought, Its almost dawn. As long as I made it to dawn he wouldn't be able to run as fast. Everyone knew sunlight dampened a vampires senses, then I could shift back and get inside. But I could hear him, right behind me. I could feel his clawed hand reaching forward, grabbing at my light fur, until finally he wrenched back my tail and spun me around. He leapt towards me, fangs inching closer and closer to my neck. I closed my eyes, Please let this be quick...

"Wake up!" A hand shook my shoulder with a grip of steel, making me jolt upright. Home, I was home. Images of white eyes rattled my brain further, fading out as I realized I was safe, unharmed, and staring into the eyes of my confused brother.

"I have been calling your name for the last ten minutes, you wouldn't wake up," said Kyle, worry tainting his smooth features. "Don't tell me-" I nodded halfway through his sentence, already predicting what was going to be said.

"I had that dream again, the one with the white eyes." I told him softly, falling back onto my pillows as the horrors washed over me once more, it had all felt so real. My breath came out in relived huffs. 

"I had that same one," he said, "I woke myself up early this morning and haven't been able to sleep since." He shivered and perched himself on the edge of my bed, head in his hands as he rubbed his eyes. "You were shouting out in your sleep."

"Did mom hear me?" I shivered and pulled the covers up further to my chin, worried about my elderly mother.

"No, she slept through the night as usual." He shrugged and got to his feet, stretching tiredly. "We are going to be late, get up." I groaned at him and tried to grab for the blanket as he grabbed at it. With a smirk he released my blanket and sent me tumbling to the floor. 

"Bitch," I mumbled under my breathe and heaved myself up, his laugh following him out my room. "Make me food!" I yelled after him, standing up with aches and pains casing me to wince. 

"Now those," Kyle said said loudly as I heard his footsteps head downstairs, "Are the best words you have said all morning!" 

Next door, my mother slept soundly, not stirring at the noise Kyle began to make downstairs. Her senses had been dulled in her old age, and my father being banished from the pack had not helped slow the process. 

I threw the covers over my bed in an attempt to neaten up my room and grabbed my books from the floor. The promises of food wafted closer to my nostrils, as I threw on the nearest pair of clean clothes. Casting a look in the mirror, I ran a brush through my hair to neaten it out before hurrying out the door.

"You know we are going to have to tell her." I said to Kyle, entering the kitchen and taking a seat on a stool as he dished me up some bacon and eggs. He opened the fridge and sighed as he noticed by newest report card with failing grades attached to a magnet. 

"Tell her about..." He trailed off, not knowing if I was talking about the dreams or my failing grades which were stuck to the fridge and constantly mocking me.

I groaned and stomached some of the bacon, "The dreams, if dad was here he would know what to do." 

"Yeah well he's not," Kyle replied coldly, "Don't speak with your mouth full." I rolled my eyes as he sat down with his own plate of food. For a while the only noise was the chatter of our knives and forks scraping the plates clean of any morsel of food left.