Gods and Monsters

Ch. 19 A Change

The family lives in a small subdivision, where all the houses look the same to preserve the sense of a community.

Standing in the middle of the street, he watches the house with the red door.

He can hear them talking over the ringing of a phone. The female is upset and frantic, she knows their secret is about to be exposed to a human. The male is at a loss but he's trying to calm his mate.

He has no interest in either of them. He's here for the one upstairs but the young one is with him and will put up a fight if he takes him.

Striding to the house, he doesn't care to knock and turns the door handle making it crumble under the strength of his hand. The sound of the lock breaking had alerted the two adults and they rush into the foyer. Releasing his glamour was enough to send them stumbling back and cowering under the pressure of the power that washes over them. They don't dare to move as he ascends the stairs.

The young ones door is open and he sits beside the bed with his face hidden by his hands. The room is filled of them both, rich browns mixing with shining greens. There is red there too, the remaining traces of their lust and need. But the sad blues dominate the others.

The one he is here for lays on the bed, shaking and whimpering as he mumbles incoherently. The raw bite mark on his neck has been cleaned of blood and has clotted, which is a good sign. He is strong, he will survive the change but he won't be like the young one who cries at his side. He will be different. More.

Passing the threshold instantly alerts the young one who jumps out of the chair already growling and ready to protect. Once he gets sight of who entered, his brows furrow in confusion and his eyes widen in alarm.

"What are you doing here?!"

His distress makes the boy on the bed cry out. His blond curls stick to his sweaty face but he shivers as if cold. The muscles under his skin ripple and shift.

It will happen soon.

The oldest one had already changed after his first taste of blood, it was his time and if he hadn't he would have died from starvation. He wouldn't have allowed that to happen.

The hybrids will be important in what is to come.

Reaching out, he places his hand on the boy's sweaty forehead. The young one growls threateningly, his canines breaking through his gums and his claws extending. He will try to eliminate any possible threat against his mate but he is young and only newly changed. His little control over the wolf had resulted in this.

"I will stop the change for now, it is not yet time." He tells him, meeting his dark eyes. He can tell the young one is confused. His nose flares, trying to scent what he is but it's of no use.

"Will the pain stop?" His voice shakes and his eyes glitter with unshed tears.

"Yes." He answers simply and gets a nod in reply. He would have gone through with this without his acceptance but it will help the young one feel at ease.

Focusing on the boy, a warm golden light starts at the tips of his fingers that are in contact with the boy's skin. In his other hand a golden orb manifests. When it's the size of a baseball, he presses his hand to the boy's bare chest. The yellow light seems to spread across like a thick liquid, dripping over his sides and down to his navel before spreading and forming the symbols.

The boy's eyes flash open, glowing the same golden color. Everything is silent for all of a second before a scream tears itself from the boy's chest as his back arches off the bed from the pain. The golden light seems to soak into his skin, turning a reddish color.

The young one is crying, having fallen to the floor and is covering his ears in a futile attempt to block out the tortured screams of his mate.

The symbols under the boy's skin glow brighter and his form flickers between three, his scream turns to a howl as the wolf is torn from its host. Blond fur covers his skin but recedes as the light fades. His screams stop abruptly and he lays panting on the bed, his dull green eyes staring unseeingly at the ceiling as tears slide down his temples.

The young one scurries from the floor and brushes blond curls back, trying to get the boy to respond.

"He will need rest before the others arrive."

"What did you do?" The young one cries, his form shaking as he clutches the boy to him.

He didn't care to answer him, they would be arriving soon and he can't risk being seen.

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Cutting into the rare cooked steak, he watched the lanky boy beside him out the corner of his eye. The glass in front of the boy went untouched but his fingers twitched and his nose flared. It was evident that he was fighting his hunger.

"Is the blood not up to your standing?" He asked before taking a bite of his food. "We make sure to always have a fresh supply for the residents of the house."

"You act like this is fucking normal." He snapped, pushing the glass away.

He fought urge to put the Childe in his place. Although it does remind him that he had seen the same spark in a much smaller blond and how he preferred it only from him. Thinking of that particular blond made his lips lift in a small smile. The last time they'd been in each other's company, he had tried so hard to hide his envy. He can be so stubborn but he's also loyal and protective of those he cares for. Admirable traits. Though he was positive he would have dealt with the small blond even if he'd turned out more like this one.

"You are new to this but soon you will grow to learn that drinking a little blood is very much normal in our world." He sighed. How he wishes it was the smaller blond with him now.

"Whatever. What's your name again? Br-"

"Raza." He interrupted, rolling his eyes at the stupid human name his closest adviser gave him.

"Right, anyways...what do you want with my brother?"

Raising a brow, he looked over at the Childe. "That doesn't concern you."

"I think it does, he's my brother."

"Only because of the blood you share." He chuckled.

The two glared at each other, ones eyes glowing crimson and the others golden. Neither backed down.

His goal wasn't to scare the boy who had awhile to get accustomed to their ways, so he continued this game until the boy hissed and picked up the glass, guzzling the thick blood.

Hiding his victorious smirk, he took another bite of steak. Soon. Soon the right blond will sit at his side.
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