Of Misfits and Wolves (Pansexual Werewolf Story)

Twilight Ain't Got Shit On This

The sun is set as Sky and I reach the edge of the forest that encapsulates the pack house. We had known something was off since the sun started to set. The cloying scent of smoke had begun to fill the air and there was an off feeling in our guts.

We eye each other nervously as we take in the scene in front of us.

There are fires burning brightly, scattered haphazardly. There are low growls and high pitched shrieks piercing the cool air. Deep gouge marks scar the pine trees and there are impressions in the ground from countless scuffles.

"This isn't good, this really isn't good," my mate warns me, her eyes shift nervously around the scene.

"What happened here?" I ask, not quite knowing what to expect.

"We came," a new voice snarls.

Sky and I whip our heads around in a synchrony that would have been funny at another time.

What we see isn't what you'd expect. The creature that stands before us is pale and emaciated, with sunken in eyes and a sharp-toothed smile. It's hunched over and  the ends of its fingers end in long, razor sharp claws. It has thin, patchy hair the colour of starlight and eyes of dead grey. All it is wearing is a ruined cotton dress that was once white.

I shudder at it's horrific appearance. What the actual fuck is this thing?

Sky blanches, her whole body goes tense.

The monster laughs a horrid, croaking sound that sends chills down my spine, "Poor little Werewolves, always thinking that you can take on the world. But alas, you forget that we exist."

I glance at my mate, afraid to take my eyes off the monster in front of us, "What do you want?" I manage to ask.

The creature turns its attention to me, "Your blood."

With that it lunges, its hunched form hurtling toward me, hate and blood lust in its dead eyes. My fox reacts immediately. I shift and launch at it, colliding mid-air. I feel Sky shift as well.

Its claws dig into me, not drawing blood... yet. My fox snarls through me and I let it lead. I am a whirl of teeth and claws, I pay no attention to the world outside of the fight. I manage to get my jaws around the creature's left arm, using as much force as possible I bite down. There is a sickening snap and the creature shrieks, the sound send shivers down my spine.

Move! Sky's voice orders in my mind. Needless to say I move.

I duck out of the way as Sky's white wolf arcs gracefully through the air and lands on the creature's back, she clamps her jaws around its neck and jerks her head to the side. The creature's head snaps off with a loud crack, as though it was made of wood.

Sky lets go of the now-limp Vampire and its body falls to the ground unmoving. I am about to ask if it's dead when Sky picks up the head and trots off toward one of the scattered fires before dumping the head into the white-hot flames. Its face is still locked in a snarl as it erupts in flame.

Help me get the body, Sky instructs gesturing with her muzzle to the emaciated corpse to my right.

Using my teeth I attempt to lift up one of the legs and fail. I then try to get my nose under the knee of the creature and manage to get myself under its legs so that it rests on my back. Sky gives me an approving look and warmth floods through me.

Sky has done the same with the creature's torso. We move in unison to haul the body toward the fire that is now blazing brightly. As the Vampire's body hits the flames it flares up suddenly in a burst of light. I shield my eyes against the harsh illumination.