Eli was laughing his ass off. He had just finished shaving a line of fur off of every wolf- except Angie, because she frightened Eli- and was up in one of the poles at a playground that you throw a ball into and it comes out of a chute. He didn't remember, or even care about the name though.
It was 1:00 AM and the wolves were trying to get at Eli, but couldn't reach. The wolves failed attempts were possibly the funniest things that Eli had ever seen, but laughing made them angrier.
The wolves stopped jumping up for a while, and Eli looked down to see if they left.
But to Eli's dismay, they were all now in human form and were climbing on each other's backs to reach Eli. Over the years, Eli grew to find more fun in the werewolves, and the werewolves found Eli even more annoying and kill-worthy.
Eli made some faces at the wolf-humans, and took off. He levitated four stories high and flew away.
Well, not so much flew. Vampire flying was kind of like parachuting (when you fell, you fell slowly like you had a parachute) except Eli had practiced levitating, and now knew how to go higher and stay up longer. He landed about 200 yards away.
He started waving at the wolf-humans who STILL haven't realized that Eli was no longer up in that pole-thing. The wolves looked over to see their prey all the way across the park.
They were in wolf form faster than Eli had ever seen. And they were tearing down the grass. Towards him.
And there were eight of them.
Eli stood still as the first wolf ran right at him. As soon as it was about to get him, he jumped out of range and landed in front of another wolf. The second wolf- Jacob- snarled at Eli and snapped his jaws at the spot Eli was standing in before he dove to the side. For the following three minutes, Eli made complete fools of the wolves and the wolves only got angrier. Eli dove left and right avoiding claws and jaws of the wolves. Eli jumped to the left to avoid being eaten by Jacob (whom was foaming at the mouth) but landed right in the jaws of Angie, the blond wolf-human.
Still trying to taunt the werewolves he said,
"Hey Angie. My, you've gotten dog-ish!" and jumped out of her reach before she could react.
Eli sprinted down to the grocery store that was closed due too much snow.
That wasn't a problem for Eli. He just ran right through the snow. Being a vampire didn't mean you were invincible, but he didn't feel temperatures, knives, bullets, or any other weapon. But just because he didn't feel it didn't mean that the werewolves' teeth could rip him apart. THAT he would feel.
The werewolves usually caught him, but he always broke free before they caused any harm.
The last few times, he had JUST barely made it out.
He must be off his game.
Eli made it into the grocery store with no time to spare. The wolf pack was right behind him!
Eli ducked into a storage room to hide.
"Where is he?!" Jacob growled. "Sniff him out!"
The pack broke into the grocery store and split up.
"Why isn't he scared of us?" Angie asked.
"He does gutsy things like it's some sort of GAME."
Jacob looked at Angie.
"We'll find him. And we'll make him pay. For EVERYTHING he's done."
In the closet, Eli made himself comfortable. He could stay here for DAYS on end. When he was a newborn, his parents taught him how to survive, drinking blood only once a month.
