Zalker Academy

An Old Rivalry

Brandon pulled back smiling "I guess you do like me. I was scared you would of ran away or something" Zander gave a light smile before his tone turned a little serious "you heard what I said earlier right? A soul keeper is a hellhounds soulmate from when they are alive. Since I have no heart I dont really have my soul, you do, when a werewolf becomes a hellhound thier soul leaves along with most of thier emotions. Besides anger" he held Brandon's hand that was still on his chest letting a small amount of fire cover it, Brandon did not feel the heat or pain from the fire and zander smiled "a hellhounds flame is driven from the pits of hell, obviously, if you wernt my soulmate you would have ended up like those other creatures... That's why they are afraid of me. No one has ever stopped me before without knocking me out or using the shock collar... Until you came along"

Brandon looked at the flames the died down around his hand. He took zanders other hand placing it on his own chest his heart raced to the speed of a normal humans heartrate, which was quite fast for a vampire, he smiled "I never believed in soulmates even before I was turned...
but your the only other person who has ever stopped me in my tracks in a blood rage. So I'll always be there to stop you, because you have always been there to stop me...Oh!" He suddenly got off Zander's lap going to the basket he had brought "I almost forgot I made sandwiches" he pulled out two sandwiches handing one to zander "all we had was ham in the fridge I hope that's ok" Zander took the sandwich his tail thumping lightly on the ground as he took a bite of the sandwich "Danka malin'ky" Brandon looked at his tail whispering to himself "so fluffy" he sat next to Zander and started to lightly brush his tail with his hand smiling. He stopped for a moment to start eating his sandwich, zoning out as he stared into the woods.

Zander looked down at him his next question bring him back "so I hope you dont mind my asking. How did you turn" Brandon froze for a moment before grabbing at the blanket looking down "I was orphaned by my parents as a baby because they were scared of my purple eyes. I stayed at the orphanage because no one else wanted me either. I left when I was eighteen and spent that next year living on the streets... some people took pitty on me, handed me small coins. A girl from the orphanage was kicked out and we spent a couple night looking for a place to stay. A woman found us in a ditch in the middle of a winter storm. She told us we could stay with her...but that it came at a price we didnt know about until it was too late. When we got to the building it was so warm inside and the others who were there welcomed us...the seemed so kind we couldn't of possibly of known it was a trap. The woman told us her name was Salira she introduced us to her husband... Darius" he flinched saying that name placing his hand to his chest "For a couple days everything was fine until they told us the only way we could stay was if they changed us... into something better they said...stronger. The girl leaped at this chance and I dudnt see her for a couple days. I told them I didnt want to change but Daruis held me down as Salira" he put his hand to the right side of his neck "then she took a dragon claw and took it down my leg. She said it was to mark me. They threw me into a cage and starved me for weeks. That's when I saw the girl again in what they called...the pits. They made me" he stopped for a moment "they made us fight eachother to the death and she was all too happy to try to kill me...but she was weaker than I was she wasn't a pureblood... and I won" he kept his hand on his neck like he was protecting it.

Zander looked down then after a pause "my uncle" he took another pause but continued after seeing Brandon's confused look "my uncle was the one to rip my heart out right after killing my friend that was like a sister to me and my brother. We were trying to run, he had taken over the pack from my father by force and turned our peaceful pack into a blood thirsty pack of animals. With I as his great weapon. My brother go away, I don't really know where he went but me and our friend got caught and he killed her before taking my heart and my life......you asked how it felt to turn? Like I was burning alive by rage, anger, and hatred for my pack and my uncle" he chuckles bitterly. Brandon stayed silent for a moment before grabbing Zander's hand in his own "Kianna was right... we're all fucked up" he laughed for a moment "But you cant become a better person without being completely broken first" He held his chest wincing in pain he looked up seeing zanders concerned look "I'm fine I just haven't healed completely." He lifted his shirt zander now seeing the branding completely, it was red and irritated looking almost fresh "Burns and dragon claws are the only things that scar, they take longer to heal..." he pulled his shirt back down "it's my clan's crest I was suppose to get it after being in the clan for two -hundred years but I... left before that could happen." Zander wrapped his arm around Brandon and pulled him closer.