I was woken up by low murmuring, the only things I caught were "careful" and "dangerous" and, making a fairly educated guess I assumed the were talking about me. I glanced down to see my human arms and legs, looks like I went back to human while knocked unconscious. I've always hated my human form, I was so long and skinny and pale, I looked like a skeleton.
I sat up slowly, wincing at the throbbing in my head. Before I could make it all the way up my breath hitched and I started coughing. It wasn't the normal dainty cough, it hurt and I couldn't breath. Each cough pushes more and more air out of my lunges and they were to close together to draw more in. Along with the coughing I was painfully gagging but there was nothing in my stomach to throw up. In the midst of my gasping and coughing 2 people rushed into the room.
"What's wrong with him?!" A slightly high pitched, panicked voice said.
"I'm not sure but it's obviously not good," the motherfucker who called my pup was here.
I kept on coughing, fur breaking through my skin as my body desperately tried to fight off whatever was happening. Fuck it hurts, the could distantly here the pair arguing for what to do but my ears were ringing too loud to here them.
Each cough ripples through my lungs and up my throat, some of them getting violent enough to make my back ache and my leg muscles tense.
Slowly it calmed down. I was exhausted, all my muscles were tired from them being forced to tense over and over. I was dizzy and my abs hurt but at least it was over. I slumped against the cold wall and tried my best to get air into my lungs.
"What the fuck was that?!" High pitch dude question.
"Fuck if I know," I was still panting and my view of them was blurry. "It might be dehydration." I manage to spit out.
"Do you want some water," pup man offered.
"Not that kind dipshit, the 'I need blood cause I'm part vampire kind!'" The tiny rant made me cough a couple more times.
"We cannot have you kill more people," before he could continue his boring monologue about with ethics or something I stalked forward and quickly sunk my teeth into his forearm. "Fuck!" He tried to get me off but to no avail. His blood was sweet and irony, a nice combination.
He reached around and grabbed my hair with his open hand, yanking my head back. His furious gaze made me smile.
"What a little bite get ya worked up big guy?" I grinned wider showing off my now bloody mouth. "Oh and by the way you might want to clean that wound, my bites have a paralyzing agent."
"Fucking shit," he mumbled to himself before letting go of my hair and storming out of the small room. The panicked one quickly followed after, questioning him quickly about how he felt and if he was ok. Fucking wolves, always so ethical and stuck up. At least it wasn't vampires.
I sat against the wall silently. The amount of blood I got from the bite wouldn't last long so I would definitely have to find a way out soon. The room I was in was empty, no windows and one door, which I assumed would only lead to trouble. Based on the cool temperature I was either in some sort of basement or these wolves are just fucking weirdos who like the cold.
Either way it would be very hard to escape. Y'know, in a situation where I am being held captive with no way out, I may as well be as much of a pain in the ass as possible, right? Makes sense to me.
I went half transformed and dig my claws into the door, slowly dragging them down. The noise wasn't pleasant, that's exactly what I wanted. It hurt my ears but if I was able to annoy the wolves, I can handle it. When I got to the bottom I did it again, over and over again until finally someone tugged the handle.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?!" Pup man pretty much stated instead of asked.
"Trying to be a nuisance," I grinned at the popped vein I got as a reaction.
He walked closer to me and sighed.
"Do you need anything, food? Water?" I guess he was trying to look hospitable while locking me in a cold room.
"I mean some blood would be pretty nice but I know you won't let that happen," he sighed again.
"I'll get some you some bacon."
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Instinct (boyxboy)
FantasyFathnir is a werewolf vampire hybrid, a rare and taboo combination. He has spent most of his life just wondering around. His instincts are strong and very hard to control making him accidentally y'know, kill people on most of his hunts. Along with t...