How Not To Be A Werewolf (Editing)

If A Vampire Offers You A Diet Shake... Just Say No

I hadn't given a thought to Will's parents. I guessed that if he was a vampire then it made sense for them to be vampires as well.

A clan? Maybe a nest? That's what they usually called them, right? Oh. Shit. I had fallen right into the heart of enemy territory especially now that I was a werewolf. Will was right, I really shouldn't be here.

Will's mum was thin, pale lady who didn't really go out much. His dad was a tall, stocky man with a thin moustache. He simply oozed malice, and always sent a shiver up my spine. Whenever he looked at me or the other members of the band it was like he was a predator looking at his next meal.

Damn. Now, that thought just took on a whole new meaning...

"Move!" Will said again, more urgently than before.

Pulling me along with a strength I didn't know he had, Will took me over to the corner of the basement where a large wooden trunk sat. It usually contained all the band's spare musical equipment, speakers, microphones and cables. Throwing open the trunk, Will dragged out the two speakers it currently held and stood by the opening with a panicked look. His father's footsteps got slowly louder as he came down the stairs.

"Get in!" he hissed.

I looked from Will to the trunk hoping that he was joking, but deep down I knew there wasn't a choice, so, I quickly sped past him and jumped into the trunk. Will then pulled a small glass bottle from his jeans pocket and handed it to me.

"It's garlic essence," he said quickly, "Open it when I shut you in. Trust me."

What am I, a bloody spice rack?

I looked into Will's eyes for a moment, conveying my confusion, before giving in to his panicked look and nodding to indicate my understanding. I saw the relief go through Will's face as he shut the lid, dousing me in darkness.

As I heard footsteps getting closer, I opened the small bottle and instantly got a nose full of strong garlic. It was so overwhelming that I struggled to not cough as I lay cramped up in the darkness. My hearing was also so astute that I could clearly hear Will's conversation with his dad.

"William Jackson!" his father called out, "I know you're down here... don't try to hide from me!"

"I'm not hiding from you, Dad," I heard Will reply, sounding truly annoyed with his father's presence. "I was just down here getting set up for band practice."

"Are you alone, or have any of your friends arrived yet?" Mr Jackson asked. I did not like the way he said friends, as if it was some kind of terrible disease.

"I'm alone," Will replied, "The others will be here any minute."

"Are you sure?" Mr Jackson asked him, "For a moment I could have sworn I smelled something else down here. Something that dosen't belong." I gripped the bottle a little bit tighter.

"I don't care what you smelled, there's no one else down here but me," Will replied, "I'm sure that I would have noticed if there was."

"There was something..."

I could hear him marching around the basement looking for intruders.

Shit. This garlic stuff better work...

"As I said, it's just me down here. The rest of the band aren't even here yet," Will repeated, "Look, I'm a hundred and twelve, stop treating me like a kid. I'm not going to lie to you."

"We'll see about that," Mr Jackson replied, his voice seriously placing doubt on his son's answer. I could hear the familiar pompous tones in his response. This was the 'Mr Jackson' that I knew and had feared for the last three years, and he sounded rather closer to the trunk than he had been just a moment before.