Once the flames when out and the sky was almost pitch black,the wind started to blow my moms ashes away. I went to her car, now mine, trunk and got a small tube that we kept holy water in and collect some of her ashes in it. After the embers had simmered down, I got into the car and drove off.
As I was driving, I started to think about all that has happened in the last twenty-four hours. One, I was turned into a fucking vampire. Two, my mother is dead. And three, I'm going to find that son of a bitch that killed her. I know what you're going to say, revenge isn't as sweet as it sounds, but it is. At least to me it is.
I slammed on the breaks as something, or someone, ran into the middle of the road.
"What the fuck!?" I yell. I get out of the car and see a person stands up, using the hood of the Camaro to keep their balance.
"HEY! Hands off the car!" I yell to them smacking their hand off the hood.
"What the hell? Why'd you hit me?" He yelled taking a step forward.
The man pulls his hands off, holding them up causing him to stumble. I caught him before he could fall.
"Why were you running? Are you okay?" I ask him, seeing blood running down the side of his head. I hold my breath, hoping I wouldn't hurt him.
"Something was chasing me. It threw me into a tree! What has that much strength that it can throw a person into a tree?! " He starts yelling. His gravelly voice getting deeper the louder he gets.
"Okay. First things first, what's your name?" I ask.
"My name's Triston." He says in a gruff voice, finally calming down.
"Okay, Triston. I'm Malisa. Let's figure out what happened, okay?" I say in a calming voice.
"I told you I was running from something. You wouldn't believe me if I tried to explain it." he told me.
"There isn't a lot I don't believe these days so, try me." I told him honestly.
"I was running from werewolves. At least I think they were werewolves. I don't know. They were big and hairy and drooling and they had sharp teeth. Those things ripped my friends apart... tore them to pieces. I couldn't do anything. I had to run." He explained.
The whole time he was explaining, I was contemplating on whether or not to help. My minds telling to leave him and continue my search for the bastard that killed my mom. But my gut was telling me to help him. The hunter in me was telling me to hunt the monster. Can you take a guess as to which one I followed?
"Where are they?" I asked.
"What? You want to go and find those things? Are you crazy, Malisa?" He asked yelling.
"Very. Now, are you going to tell me where they are?" I asked him, with a slight smirk on my face. This was caused by the fact that I can let some of the frustration off my chest and a small weight off my shoulders.
He sighs, skeptical "I guess I'll show you if you give me a ride. And a gun so I can protect myself."
I look at him skeptically, "Do you even know how to shoot a gun? Cause if you don't I'm not gonna be responsible if anything happens to you." I tell him taking a step back.
"Yes, I know how to shoot a gun. I didn't spend four years in the Army for nothing, right?" He asked, making me chuckle softly. I pull my handgun out of the waistband of my jeans, handing it to him.
"Let's get this show on the road." He said slightly nervous. I looked over at him smirking.
Updated: August 23, 2019
