Bitten

PROLOGUE

Dense fog circled around the feet of the hunters, hanging relentlessly to their legs as if to show them that there was no escape - that they were stuck in a trap of their own making. Levi Bweldi's dark green eyes were filled with uncertainty, but none the less continued the constant march of thick boots through the eerie setting.

Levi could not stop himself from flinching as a loud howl broke through the silent air, following by several more. They were close, he knew, his stomach clenching in anxious anticipation, the Storm Pack was so close.

"Scared, brother?" Levi's older brother, Roman, challenged with an almost manic grin sprawled comfortably across his face. The boy in question narrowed his eyes and shook his head resolutely.

He wasn't afraid. This was to be his future occupation, after all. All that was planned out for him after he graduated High School in a few years time was being a Supernatural Hunter. He wasn't allowed to go to college; wasn't allowed to travel the world unless it was for buisness - all there was for him was killing.

They didn't deserve to live, Levi told himself, they were rabid and wild and cruel and would kill on sight. But none the less he felt ill at ease when he remembered the first supernatural he killed.

A vampire. A young one, who'd been frozen at the same age as him. She had pleaded, told him she never meant to hurt anybody, she never would again if only he let her live - just let her live and...

Then Levi had plunged the stake into her chest, just as Roman had told him to.

Afterwards he had showered and washed his hands for so long that the skin had began to crack, representing the walls of his innocence crashing down around him. He could still see her blood, and the blood of the five others he had killed after her, on his hands whenever he checked.

He wore gloves now.

Suddenly, screams tore through the night air in the distance, and Roman quickly latched on ruthlessly to Levi's arm, dragging him along with him, "come on," Roman said, his grin growing, "clearly they've found the wolves, and we shouldn't let them have all the fun."

Dutifully, Levi carried on running until they reached the clearing.

Blood assaulted his nostrils and the smell of wet dog and piercing screeches and howls pained his senses. Seeing a large, black wolf creeping up behind one of the hunters - Elaine Meyers -with bloody teeth barred he swiftly got out his handgun and shot out a lead, but silver coated, bullet at the wolf.

Straight through the head, and then straight to the floor with a final, desperate howl.

Roman laughed and proclaimed, "I knew there was a reason why we brought your sorry ass on this mission."

Levi only nodded, before darting to the side as a grey coated wolf leaped for his brother and himself, only to be met by Roman's blade to the belly and then his chilling laughs as he began to strangle the life out of it.

Quickly, Levi moved away, aiming his gun at another rampaging wolf with a bang.

Heart, that shot hit, and the young teen wasn't surprised. He was well known for his accuracy with guns - though, admittedly, not with knives which was Rosie's specialty or in close combat as Roman preferred.

Hearing a howl off in the distance, Levi's head snapped in that direction, and set off running when his mother gave him a firm shove in that direction and told him to kill the howling animal. He nodded, and swiftly left.

The wolf didn't howl again, so Levi simply tore through the trees in search for it, his boots pounding almost soundlessly on the ground - how to be quiet, and how to track, were two of the first things a hunter was taught.

Stopping by a nearby tree, Levi analysed the paw prints, before heading off in the direction of the wolf. The wolf had left two sets of tracks, but with one being slightly deeper than the other - implying that the wolf may have ran back on itself and tried to hide it's prints by retracing it's steps exactly - he followed the lighter ones instead.

Heading down the said path, he kept his eyes trained on the paw prints until, abruptly, they ended with a set of very deep paw prints - implying that a lot of mass had been applied.

Anxiousness building within him, knowing that the wold must have jumped somewhere, he cautiously moved forwards, seeing if the paw prints continued after the jump.

Swallowing down his fear, he looked to the North, no paw prints.

To the East, no paw prints.

To the South, no paw prints.

To the West, no paw prints.

With a sinking sense of realisation Levi slowly began to look up; until his breath caught in his throat and his eyes began to sting.

Glowing eyes stared back at him, jaw open wide and coated in the crimson paint of blood. It was at least three times the size of Levi. He reached for his pistol swiftly and efficiently, and shot at the werewolf just as the monstrous beast launched itself at him.

There were no bullets left in his gun.

Levi tried desperately to run, a scream tore at his throat and pleas for help as the beast latched itself onto his leg and yanked him backwards until he was staring into its eyes.

In, out, in, out, Levi tried to think as he reached for the knife he hid at his side. But the beast was faster. So much faster, thieving a chunk of his side brutally as Levi screamed out in pain before running off into the distance.

Lifting his t-shirt up and seeing the blood soaked skin, bones visible from how ruthlessly it had bitten into him and parts of him hanging out he moved to the side and threw up.

It felt as if someone had set him alight, or if someone had drowned him in acid as he drowned in the pain of it all.

It was everywhere.

The searing pain wasn't just in his wound, no. It set his whole body alight, he could feel it climbing through his veins and infesting his organs.

There was nothing the young hunter could do but wither and scream.

Nobody could hear him, nobody came for him.

And to those thoughts, Levi let the fiery pain devour him whole.