Forlot: Silver Woods - Book Fifteen

Chapter Twenty-Four

Darius and I were taken by surprise as Silver, with no warnings, slammed her fist into his face. This was no girly punch. Oh, no. This was a punch that caused his nose to bleed.

Small amounts of blood slithered from both of his nostrils, and Darius cried out and rubbed the top of his nose. His blood reached his top lip, and his tongue slid out of his mouth and licked the red stuff until there was none left.

I pulled back my hand that was still clutching the necklace and asked him why he licked his blood and added that I could have gotten him a tissue. He claimed that he wanted to save me the trouble and did not want to get any red drops on the floor. Somebody would have to clean the drops up.

Silver placed a palm on his chest and shoved him hard before grasping my wrist and forcing me away from Darius. We rushed into the gym. No one was in the gym and using it, and Silver tugged me into the coach's room and slammed the door behind us.

She released her grip on me and said, "Sam, you are so stupid."

Did she just call me stupid?

"Relax, sis. I was only being sarcastic. You are not stupid."

I could not keep my anger and frustration in. "Were you being sarcastic when you hurt Darius?! You gave the poor boy a nosebleed!"

"'Poor boy'? Heh. I would have said just that back when we dated."

My legs quivered as if they were pudding. "You...and Darius...used to date? Hold on. Hold on. Is this a sick joke of yours?"

"It is more of a sick game. However, I cannot tell you what is happening now until I give you the full story." My sister picked up a wooden stool and set it next to me. "Stay for a while, Sam. What I am about to reveal to you will not be pretty."

Frowning, I plopped my bottom on the stool and crossed my legs, and she began the story.

According to her, there was a war in Forlot that had been going on for years. Decades. Centuries. A war that none of the humans knew about. Werewolves versus vampires, and it is anything but romantic. The Forlot vampires, also known as the Degails, were among the first creatures to reside in Forlot. They were evil and have been ruling the small town for years, enslaving and murdering the humans. Or should I say, had ruled.

The Forlot werewolves, also known as the Weredeives, came to the town to get rid of the vampires. Unlike the vampires, the werewolves were friendly towards the humans and would do anything that they could for them behind the scenes. There had been a war ever since. The werewolves are the protectors, and the vampires are the takers.

You readers may be questioning as to why these werewolves like - no, love - human beings. Are you familiar with the phrase that dogs are "man's best friend"? Since that dogs are closely related to wolves, the werewolves act as a human's best companion.

"I do not need to hear you denying that you do not believe it," Silver said to me. "Darius told me that you thought that I was a werewolf."

"Are you?" I said, uncrossing my legs.

"Yes. Yes, I am."

"And do Mom and Dad know?"

"From the very beginning. That is why they forbade you from coming into my bedroom. Both they and I were afraid that you would find a clue..." She squinted. "...like my wolf tooth, and piece it together."

My eyes widened, and I pointed a finger at her. "You are the white wolf."

"My fur is silver, but yes."

"You showed up at the hospital and scared me and my friends. You also frightened us yesterday when we were in Joan's room."

"I apologize, sis. My intention was to not scare you or Joan or Lorraine. I just wanted to protect you."

"From who? The vampires?"

"You got it. It was one at first. Then two more. I was concerned that they would harm you and your friends."

I stood and clenched my hands into fists. "What do the vampires that were spying on us look like?"

"You already know exactly what they look like, Sam. You just do not know that Darius and his two brothers are evil vampires."

Silence filled the room, and it was soon broken by my laughter. I was laughing so hard that I was tearing up.

"Do you find the truth amusing?" my sister asked.

I forced my laughs to die down and cleared my throat. "I can totally buy that you are a werewolf. But in no way are Darius, Dixon, and Danny vampires. If they were, I would be a juicy burrito."

"You witnessed Darius licking his own blood."

"Pfft. That does not prove anything. Besides, if they were vampires, how come they can be in daylight? They do not mind being in the sunlight."

"Sam, this is the town of Forlot. The purple skies always block the sun. Also, these are not your average vampires. They are immune to daylight and stakes. Just like how I am immune to silver bullets."

I still was not convinced that Darius was a vampire and demanded actual proof from my sister. Silver took my hand, uncoiled my thumb and fingers, and snatched the necklace.

"Hey!" I cried. "What do you think that you are doing?"

"Taking it to where it rightfully belongs. The werewolves."

"No, it does not. It belongs to Darius. The necklace used to be his sister's until...until she passed away."

She raised the jewel to her face. "This jewel does not belong to anyone but the werewolves. His sister neither had possession of this necklace nor even heard of it." She lowered the necklace and stared intently at me. "Darius murdered his own sister for her blood."