Hunting Down The Deadly Twins

The Promise

I whine in protest when I see my best friend scoots away from me in fear. She tilts her head slightly in confusion but judging by her body reactions, she is afraid of me.

I would also have conflicted emotions if my best friend of over ten years turns into a gigantic black wolf.

“Bree?” she whispers.

I whine again, but this time bow down to show her that I’m submitting to her.

She takes a cautious step towards me, with her hands extended. I slowly get up, startling her in the process. Before she can run, I push my head to her hand, silently demanding her to pat me.

“You know, all this time, I thought you were a magician or something… So you’re a werewolf,” Francis says, scratching behind my ears.

I nod.

“And that – that thing who bit me? Was that a vampire?” she asks in fear.

I growl. That leech has bitten my best friend? I should have made him suffer more before I rip his throat out. What if he’s bite is venomous? Will she die?

“Bree?” my best friend say frighteningly.

I look at her to see her shaking at the corner of the alley. I was so deep in thought that I have forgotten that she was there. Now that Francis knows my secret, this means she’s in grave danger.

Who am I kidding? She has always been in danger ever since she met me.

Without conscious of it, I make some sort of sound that is stuck in my throat. Sounds like a whimper, but at the same time, it’s not. I want to shift back to human at this very moment so I can comfort my best friend.

Unfortunately for me, my clothes are ripped into pieces. It’s just too bad we werewolves can’t keep our clothes on while shifting. At the same time, I don’t want to scare her.

What am I going to do?

All of a sudden, Francis screams out loud.

Acting on instincts, I growl protectively. Is that leech still alive? Are vampires immortal? I stop growling when I realize Francis drops on the ground, still screaming her head off.

“Please,” she screams.

I stare at her with wide eyes, unsure what to do. What is happening to her?

“Please stop the pain! Please!” Francis keeps screaming.

I look around to see that we are too far away for people to hear us. It is both a good thing and bad thing. The bad thing is no one can call the ambulance. The good thing is that no one will see me in wolf form.

Closing my eyes, I will myself to shift back to human. I wince slightly when Francis lets out another shrill scream. I grab the coat from the dead vampire and wear it. I don’t care if a human sees me barely dressed. My priority is making sure Francis is okay.

“Francis,” I whisper, kneeling down next to her. She stares at me with a flash of fear before it is replaced with pain.

“Bree,” she manages to say through her screams. “Please help me!”

“What hurts, Francis? Tell me,” I ask, close to tears.

Francis cries while shaking so hard. She curls into a tight ball, as if I’m the danger.

“My neck,” she manages to gasp out. She starts to breathe heavily like she’s getting an asthma attack.

I am about to touch her when she hiss as soon as our skin make contact. Francis cries even harder than before.

At that very moment, a sweet smell attacks my nose. I look down at my best friend who is jerking uncontrollably. Her skin is turning whiter every second pass. Her fingers are twitching and the two holes on her neck disappearing.

I watch as my best friend is turning into a vampire.

My best friend who was there when I was facing hard times and made me laugh when I was down is going to be a part of the supernatural world herself.

I watch as my best friend is turning into one of my arch enemies.

“Bree,” she says. Her voice is full with confusion and pain. “What is – is happening to – to me?”

I close my eyes as I let out a silent sob. “You’re turning, Francis. You’re turning into a vampire.”

Francis does not say anything even though I can sense her body trembling. I open my eyes to see her staring at me in the eye.

“I’m so cold,” she whispers to me while shivering. “So cold.”

I try to touch her again, making her whimper almost silently. I jerk my hand back, afraid that I caused her the pain. “I’m sorry for not telling you about werewolves earlier, Francis,” I apologize. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want you to be in danger because of me. It is my fault you’re turning into a vampire. I’m sorry, Francis.”

I am about to burst into tears when Francis whispers, “It’s not your fault, Bree. Please stop it.”

“How can I?” I ask softly. “It’s my entire fault!”

“Bree,” Francis tries to say sternly although she’s whispering. “Promise me you’ll help me go through this. Please don’t leave me.”

I look at my best friend. The one who I confide in. The one who was there almost all my life. Brad left me. Francis is changing into a vampire. Why is this happening to me?

“I’m not leaving you,” I promise. “Never.”

Francis smiles weakly. I can see her vampire fangs slowly forming.

“Thank you,” she says before passing out from the pain. 

Author's Note

Hey, sorry for the long wait. I have been concentrating on the other story, but I'll try to update this story at the same time. 

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