KIERS POV
It was a cold, frosty night and the full moon was shining brighter than usual, it sending slivers of light across the woods I was currently sleeping in. There was something different about this night. There was a small breeze which sent a shiver down my spine and I felt like someone, or something, was watching me. It was probably just my mind playing tricks with me, but I swear I saw a pair of animal-like eyes staring at me. Now they weren’t normal animal eyes, they flickered to normal human eyes at one point which caused me to run.
I kept running and running, not wanting to stop or look behind me. I hadn’t realised I was running in circles until I came back to where I was before. “S-Shit. He-Hello?” I whispered, my voice wavering and sounding like a child, “w-who’s there?” That’s when I saw those eyes again and soon the beast was pinning me down, its god awful breath hot on my face. I wriggled to get free, but the beast was too strong. I could then feel its fangs ripping into my arm, blood spluttering everywhere and its growls getting louder until a gunshot was heard and the brains of the beast exploded out of its head, causing me to throw up beside me and pass out.
“Barrone, Barrone! He’s waking up.” The voice shouted, making me groan at the loudness and the pounding headache I was suffering with. “Barrone! Come up here!” I opened my eyes slowly and took in the sight of the small blondish guy in front of me, he was wearing a black shirt with a cloak tied around his neck. “W-Where am I? What was that thing?” I mumbled lazily, sitting up and crying out in pain. “You need to rest, Thief.” The blonde glanced at me, a look of worry on his face. “I-It bit me.” I looked down at my arm where the beast had sunk its fangs in, a bandage wrapped around it heavily and my veins dark purple and obvious against my pale skin. “Yes you were bit. It’s a werewolf bite, that is.” He pointed to the bandage and frowned, biting his lip “I tried to see if I could stop the change of blood, but I was too late.” I looked at him scared and speechless. How was I supposed to be a werewolf? Not in Grandomina. “I’m here Drew. Is he okay?” A taller blonde walked into the room, a pair of steampunkish goggles sat on his head. His face and clothes covered in oil and other stuff. “Yeah he’s fine. A little shaken, but fine.” The guy named Drew smiled and took his cloak off, hanging it up and putting a gun to the side. “Y-You saved me.” I looked between the two men and began to smile slightly. “Well we weren’t just going to let an innocent man get killed.” Barrone smiled a genuine smile, something I hadn’t seen in a long time. “I’m Kier by the way. Kier Kemp.” I held out a hand to the both of them, shaking both of their hands slowly. “I’m Cyrus Barrone. And that’s Drew.” He pointed to the smaller man and sat down beside me on the small bed. “It’s nice to meet you both. And thanks again for saving me.”
// I've been wanting to start this fanfic for a while, so here we go. Hope you enjoy x
