How Not To Be A Werewolf (Editing)

I Have No Words For This Part

Victoria quickly rushed over to the crumpled heap that was Wesley. She ripped his now blood-coloured shirt off and set about trying to heal the wound in his chest with her magic.

The puncture hole was right over his heart, large, gaping and still bleeding no matter what Victoria tried. His already scarred torso was shining crimson and his breathing was getting weaker and weaker as he lay shaking.

He didn't look good.

"Wesley, come on, stay with me!" Victoria shouted as she ran a hand over the open wound. "Don't bloody give up on me now!"

I swallowed down the bile building up in my throat and ran over to bend down next to Wesley, there were thin lines of frothy blood running out the sides of his mouth and he looked up at me with tears in his eyes.

"Is it bad?" he asked.

"I think we can cover it up," I lied, "You just hang in there, okay? We're gonna get you through this."

Wesley smiled at my words and held his hand out for me to take, as I took it in mine I could feel that he was shaking.

I looked over at Victoria and she shook her head. Fuck. There was nothing we could do, Wesley was too far gone. I bit my lip and looked down again at him.

"It's over, isn't it?" he said weakly.
I felt my eyes start to burn with tears, which I then wiped away.

"We won't leave you," I heard Victoria say as she joined me.

Wesley then coughed up a huge load of blood, turning his head to let it go onto the floor. "Thank you, you know, I'm feeling warm, really warm."

Then he closed his eyes and I noticed his breathing suddenly stop as his hand went limp in mine.

"Wesley? Wesley! Wesley, no, come on! Come on!" I shouted. But, I knew it was no good. He was gone.

As I felt the emotion threatening to take me over Victoria took Wesley's hand from mine before pulling me into a brief hug.

"He's gone, Alec. He's gone. There's nothing you can do for him now. We need to focus on finding Jonathan and getting Kian back."

I knew she was right. Kian. Jonathan had him right now and doing fuck knows what to him.

No. Don't think like that!

I didn't know how, but we had to get him back. Jonathan was far too dangerous for us to deal with alone, that much was certain. We were going to need help.

"We need Harry Jekyll," I said suddenly, probably sounding crazy. "He said if I ever need help he'll come, seems to me like a pretty good time to ask."

"Okay. I'll go and give him a call," Victoria said without questioning my outburst. "Chaz can look after Wesley until we can give him our full attention."

She left the room and didn't say anything further. I was glad of that. All I wanted to do was sit and clear my mind of everything that had happened so far. It was a lot harder to do in practice than in theory. Especially as I sat looking into Wesley's cold, dead eyes.

As I sat on the floor next to Wesley's body I felt my eyes getting harder and harder to keep open. I was exhausted.

I'm sure that if I just had five minutes...

Then Chaz's living room was gone. I was in a forest, it seemed odd, almost like everything was too still. Too quiet. I was running, running like my life depended on it, although I had no idea why.

Then I came to a clearing and stopped. I listened. Nothing. Just a heavy silence.

Odd. Everything just struck me as being very odd. The word kept going round and round in my head as looked around me into the tree line, then I heard a rustling from somewhere behind me.

Jonathan then came into the clearing, pushing a bedraggled looking Kian in front of him with a bloodied and sharpened wooden stick.

The one that killed Wesley.

I waited for either one of them to see me, but they didn't. I stood and watched as they came to a stop in the middle of the clearing.

"If you move before I tell you to, I'll kill you," Jonathan growled as he walked around Kian.

Kian didn't even try to move. He just stood where he was, looking almost as if he just wanted to collapse.

Jonathan then bent down onto the grassy forest floor and wiped away some of the dirt and moss. As he did he revealed a small, rusted metal handle, which he then pulled open to reveal a trap door.

"Get in!"

Standing guard, Jonathan watched as Kian started to head down into the opening. He looked around at the tree line, and away from me.

I took my chance.

Kian!

I thought as loudly as I could hoping that he would hear me.

We're coming to get you.

Kian stopped and looked back towards me, although he soon carried on walking as Jonathan got behind him and forced him down into the opening with the stick, before long the trap door shut behind them.

Jonathan had looked around and seemed to see me, just for a moment. A shiver ran down my spine as his cold blue eyes met mine. Then I woke to see the rotting face of Chaz standing over me.