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His heart was in his mouth with fright as he sprinted down the pavement. The threatening
thunder overhead shrieked at him and sent down buckets of rain that beat him from above.
His trainers ran over the loose pieces of gravel and then thudded down into puddles, sending
droplets of water splashing up onto his trousers. His clothes were soaked and his breath
curled up cruelly in front of his face. He glanced back, trying to see him again. Unable to see
through the walls of rain, he ran on, picking up his pace. He ducked through the side alleys,jumping over boxes, crates, sleeping people, anything to get away from whatever was after
him. He was tiring, his legs sore and numb, his stomach aching from a stich, his lungs
burning for air, and he didnt even know if he was being followed. He slowed to a walk, but
still was on high alert. He walked on, trying to get away from whomever, whatever was
chasing him. The rain was falling harder now, and a mist had pulled its blanket over the town.
For some reason he looked up, but he could no longer see the moon or anything above his
head. In fact, when he looked forward again, he couldnt see anything anymore. There was
nothing ahead of him, nothing behind him. He pulled out his flashlight and turned it on, but it
made no difference in the thick of the fog. Yet he walked on, remembering the streets like the
back of his hand, making his way home. The way he figured it was that if he couldnt see
anything, neither could his attacker.
His house sat in the middle of the forest that was tucked neatly to the side of the town. He
always hated this part of the journey, but when it came to the choice of sleeping in his own
bed or in a shabby B&B, hed pick his house any day. The mist was thinner here and the rain
had stopped falling. He took one last look at the moon that was still rising into the sky in the
youth of the night. It was a cloudless night, allowing the stars to gaze down at the world from
their spaces in the sky, twinkling ever so slightly, yet so obviously it was hard to stop looking
at them. But he knew he had to get home fast if he wanted to be on good terms with his
father. His father would beat him again if he was late. And so he started to trudge down the
damp path that he always took when he made his way home at night. In the daylight healways used the common path, but at night all sorts of people hung out on the main path, and
not wanting any trouble he used the less known trail back to his house. He looked at his
watch, and panicked at the time. He had ten minutes to get home and he took off running
again. But then he heard a low, threatening, terrifying growl. He spun round, but couldnt see
anything in the dense trees. He walked on, his heart racing, his ears straining to hear anything
else. Out of the corner of his eye he saw something white as chalk zoom past, but when he
turned to face it, it was already gone. He picked up his pace again, feeling the adrenaline rush
through his veins again. And then he heard that growl again and sprinted down the path. He
tripped on some roots and stumbled over, crashing into the bed of damp leaves. He scrambled
up and sprinted again. He heard the thunder of feet behind him, and ran faster. His mind wasfocusing on surviving. He looked back and saw something he would never forget. A wolf,
with crystal white fur. But it was bigger than a normal wolf, and had a smaller tail, and more
powerful front legs. And their front paws were in the shape of hands, with menacing claws.
But the thing he noticed most of all was the fact that the crystal white fur was stained with
red, crimson, dried blood. He looked forward again and saw his house. Making a last
desperate attempt to get away from the creature, he leaped for his life through the open door
and kicked it shut with his feet. But the creature tore through it like it was paper. It pounced
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on top of him and roared in his face. He looked at its teeth and stayed still, waiting for them
to tear him open. But then the creature howled in pain and he saw blood splatter out of its
head. It flopped, lifeless to one side, a massive paw resting on his chest, crushing him. He
looked up and saw his father, holding the smoking shotgun to the wolf and kicking it to make
sure it was staying down. He got up and looked at the creature.
What is that dad? he asked. His father shook his head.I have no idea son. No idea whatsoever. Then without a word, his father picked up the
phone and spoke softly into the mouthpiece. Hey Benny, How are ya?... good good. Listen
Ive got a weird one for ya Im telling ya, its nothing Ive ever seen before come over to
my place yes now alright see ya then. Once his father put the phone down, he grabbed
the fishing net out of cupboard and placed it over the creature and tied up the ends with his
mothers hand made rope that was stronger than the normal store stuff. After his father had
done that he finally turned to him. His hands were shaking and he was deathly pale. His eyes
were glued to the creature, racking his brain, trying to find an answer to the ultimate question.
What is that thing? His father poured coffee into two cups and handed one to him, and then
forced him to sit down at the table. Half an hour later, his father opened the door to his best
mate, Benny. They wasted no time and his father showed him the creature and Benny stepped
back in horror.
What is it, Benny? his father asked. Benny gulped, and stayed silent for a while.
I dont know for sure Ill have to get it back to the lab. But if Im correct Bennys
voice trailed away, and his father grabbed him by the shoulders.
If youre correct, then what will happen?
The whole of the human race is in danger. Because if Im correct then that thing is a
werewolf.
When Kyle Bluemann woke up that morning, his head was spinning. He was sweating all over and
his mouth was dry with thirst. He sat up slowly, but he lay back down again, his head screaming in
pain. He groaned a little and then tried again to sit up. This time he succeeded and he just sat
there, swaying a little. He felt something soft hit him and opening his eyes, he saw a pair of
trousers and boxers lying in his lap.
Put them on, kid. A voice in the dark said. Kyle did as he was told and put them on. He finally
took the time to observe his surroundings, but there was nothing to see. He was in a dimly lit
room with a mirror on one side and a glass wall on the other. He walked up to the mirror and
almost fainted with shock. One side of his head with missing and closing fast. Soon, it was fully
closed and his hair was growing to fill its place and it looked normal.Scary isnt it? the voice said again. Kyles eyes had adjusted enough to making out a silhouette
in the shadows. The lights suddenly came on and Kyle closed his eyes to block out the light. When
he opened them again, he saw a man standing there, dressed in a white lab coat with a stripy
blue shirt on underneath and holding a clipboard. Kyle took a step back.
Where am I? Kyle demanded. The man chuckled.
Does it really matter? If I were you, Id be asking stuff like oh I dont know, why am I here, and
do you know what I am. Kyle eyed the man in front of him.
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Well, do you know? he said finally. The man smiled again and jotted something down on his
clipboard.
What do you think?
What are you, a shrink or something?
Well what do you want me to be? Kyle started getting irritated.
Ok, lets cut the questions out alright.Is that what you really want? the man asked, chuckling again. The hairs on the back of Kyles
neck rose in anger.
Stop that. The man held up his hands in surrender.
Alright, alright Ill stop. He scribbled something else down on his clipboard and looked at his
watch. The doctor should be along soon. Just hang on a few minutes, alright? Kyle looked
confused.
Hang on for what?
I thought you didnt want to ask any more questions.
Not funny. Kyle said. The glass started to slide to one side and the man in the white coat
walked out. Then like lightening, the glass closed again and Kyle was all alone in his prison cell. He
gazed around at the white walls and saw something written on it. He walked over to it, and readit aloud, softly to himself. Dont drink the blood! It read. What the hell does that mean? Kyle
asked himself. Just then a packet of blood dropped out from the ceiling, and flopped onto the
floor. Kyle didnt know what to do next. He hated drinking blood, even when he was in his other
form, but it made him stronger. It was a part of who he was. He picked up the packet and tore off
a corner, and took a gulp of the salty liquid inside. But as soon as he did, he could tell something
was wrong with it. There was something else in it. He took the packet away from his lips and spat
out the blood in his mouth and threw the rest on the floor, letting the liquid run out onto it.
Oh, now look what youve done. I just had this floor cleaned. Kyle spun around and saw
another man, older then the first, standing on the opposite side of the glass. He nodded to
someone and the glass door opened again. Come on then. Weve got a lot to talk about. Kyletook an uneasy step towards the man, unsure on whether to trust him or not. As soon as he was
out the door, the man jabbed a needle into Kyles arm and pushed him into a wheelchair. Kyles
body went numb and he couldnt move. The man then proceeded to strap him into it with leather
straps and started wheeling him down the corridor. On either side of him, Kyle could see people,
some older, some younger, all looking out at him from behind their glass prisons. Their faces
were filled with pain and pleading, their eyes sad and full of despair. Pay no attention to them.
You have a much better fate in store for you. The man said, but Kyle hardly heard him. Soon
they reached the end of the tunnel with another glass wall that opened automatically when they
approached. Kyle wished it hadnt. Inside he could see another corridor with a sea of rooms with
labels on the top. The first one he saw was operating theatre 1. Kyle tried to struggle in the chair
but the bindings were just too tight. The man pushed him along the tunnel and came to a haltoutside a room labelledDoctor Claire Brooklyn. The man pushed open the door and left Kyle facing
the desk. The good doctor will be with you shortly. The man mumbled as he shut the door
behind him. The feeling in his arms and legs had returned to Kyle and now he fought against the
bindings with all his might. But they wouldnt budge. Suddenly the door flew open and in walked
a young woman, with dark brown hair, also wearing a white lab coat. She had her head in a file
and seemed to not acknowledge Kyle at all. She sat down and after a few minutes closed the file
and looked up.
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Hello Kyle. How you feeling? she asked in a sweet voice that could turn sour in the blink of an
eye.
How do you know my name?
Oh please. For someone whos been around for hundreds of years, your blood or fingerprints
would appear in some files somewhere. We just ran them through the database and voila, found
you.How do you know Ive been around for hundreds of years?
Because we know what you are.
And what am I exactly?
A werewolf.
Wrong Im a half-breed.
In our books, thats the same thing.
Its not the same thing. Im insulted that you think that.
Well then care to tell me the differences and Ill decide if they are so different after all. The
doctor moved around and sat on the edge of her desk.
1. Werewolves live in human years, half-breeds live for eternity. 2. Werewolves look like wolves
when they phase, half-breeds have human hands and are bigger. 3. Werewolves are madethrough biting a human, half-breeds are born from the mother of a vampire and the father of a
werewolf. 4. We can change whenever we want, as well as on a full moon. 5 no thats it. Kyle
smiled, pleased with himself.
Impressive. We were unaware of such differences. Thanks for clearing that up.
Well, it was great to help you out. Now if you could untie me, and let me go I would very much
appreciate that.
Not so fast buddy. You have to earn your freedom here. And that means doing a mission f or us.
Kyle eyed the doctor nervously.
What kind of mission?
Dont you want to know anything else about this place?I just want to go on my merry way. So just tell me this mission and Ill do it, then Ill leave and
everyone will be happy.
Ok, Ill tell you. She walked over to the filing cabinet and pulled out a large file and placed it on
Kyles lap. She opened it continued to speak.
Weve been monitoring the rise in the number of vampires in America and seen a sudden
increase in Sunnydale for some reason. Until a few years ago, we had no idea, but then another
agent brought us back some valuable information, she turned the page to reveal a picture of a
girl, no older then Kyle walking down the street, laughing with some of her friends. This is Emma
Blackwood, a student in Sunnydale. According to our agent, her blood will bring back all of the
vampires elders. We cannot let that happen.
I know. But what does that have to do with me?You are being sent to protect her until the opportunity for the ritual is gone. It is fast
approaching and we mustnt let them get her. If they bring the elders back to life
I know, Kyle interrupted, Ill do it.
Good. Youll leave immediately. The bindings suddenly snapped off and Kyle stood up. The
door open and a man came in, ready to escort Kyle to another room. One more thing Kyle. Try
not to phase in front of her. And you are just there to protect her. That is all. Kyle nodded.
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I understand. The door closed and Kyle felt a whole load of weight dumped on his shoulders.
Great he thought, the whole destiny of the world now rests in my hands. What else could go wrong?
Kyle scratched at his new shirt that was itchy as hell as he made his way to the school whereEmma went. It was vital for them to be in the same classes as her so he could be with her for
most of the day. Then he would watch her house at night just to make sure. It was a good thing
that Kyle just needed human food to stop him from falling asleep; otherwise this mission would
be impossible. The bell rang and he hurried in through the doors. There were so many kids all
around him Kyle almost had a heart attack. Being in isolation most of his life meant he wasnt
used to crowds. And this was one of the busiest schools hed ever been to. He couldnt go out
without having a panic attack. He had a map in his hand and keeping his head down, he followed
it and found his tutor class. As soon as he walked through the door he knew he was in deep shit.
Everyone was shouting at each other, throwing bits of paper across the classroom, girls fixing
and applying makeup, guys arm wrestling on the tables, a card game going on in the back corner.
Kyle felt himself miss a breath. He had never encountered so many people in one room before.Then suddenly, an irresistible scent wafted past him, and brushed against his arm. Emma spun
around and looked at him.
Hey sorry about that. He couldnt reply. He could feel his fangs grow inside his mouth. Her
scent made him hungry. He held his hand over his mouth and crocked out, choking on every
word.
Itsits ok. It didnt hurt. She looked at him a little longer.
Youre new to the school right. Kyle nodded. He was struggling to contain himself; he
struggled to hold himself back, to stop himself from draining her dry. You in this class? she
asked. Again Kyle nodded. Well come in then. Dont be shy. She gently took his hand and
guided him over to the desk next to hers. Kyle started to relax. The smell was shocking, eventempting at first, but mentally he didnt want to be the animal yet. That would happen later.
So, whats your name?
Kyle Bluemann. You?
Emma Blackwood. Nice to meet you Kyle. They shook hands and she smiled. Kyle couldnt help
but smile back at her. She was beautiful. Suddenly a large boy with broad shoulders and arm
muscles that were bursting out of his small t-shirt strutted over with a manner that angered Kyle.
He came up behind Emma and sat in the seat next to her. He put his arm around her waist and
pulled her in close to him. Emmas face was at first shocked and then disgusted.
Ben, you moron, what the hell are you doing? she asked in a stern voice. Ben sneered.
Im just playing around baby doll. Come on then, give us a kiss. Ive missed you so much over the
holidays. He leaned in closer, but she pushed against his chest with all her might. But he kept onpulling. Now everyone was looking at them and thumbing on the table, encouraging him on. Kyle
couldnt take it anymore and jumped up from his chair, knocking it over backwards. He grabbed
Bens wrist and twisted. Ben screamed in pain and let go of Emma. With his free hand Kyle
pushed Emma gently out of the way at the same time as releasing Bens wrist. Ben stood up
quickly and stared down at Kyle. His face was red with anger and the veins in his neck were
bulging.
You trying to be smart, pipsqueak?
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No. Im just trying to put you in your place, hot head.Ben was right in Kyles face now.
Youre asking for it shorty.
Look Buster, just cool off and sit back with your posse.
Ok, why dont you get up off your knees and say that? Kyles rage was growing. He knew he
was short for his age, but that was the last straw.
Just back off, Benny, and no one gets hurt. Ben laughed.You think Im scared of you, ginger. You think youre winning something here dont you? Well
heads up ginger, this is just the beginning. Ben turned and walked back to his gaggle of friends.
Kyle breathed out uneasily. He wasnt sure what his limit was, but all he knew was that he
couldnt cause any trouble. Slowly, he sat down again, and felt someone watching him. He looked
up and saw Emma staring at him. She tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled at him.
Thanks for that. Ben is such a bird brain sometimes. Kyle chuckled.
I gathered. And no problem. Ever in trouble, just shout and Ill be there. Quite literally he said to
himself.
Good to know. Ill keep that in mind. The teacher came in the room and took the register, but
Kyle wasnt listening. Something else was on his mind. A new scent. A vampire scent. They were
close. And he had to do something.
The rest of the day went smoothly. Emma helped out Kyle and Ben steered clear of them both.
Then it came time to go their separate ways. As Kyle was saying goodbye, he smelt it again. That
vampire scent. And only one person was walking past him. Emma saw the change on his face and
stepped back.
You ok? her voice pulled him out of his concentration and he shook his head.
Yeah, Im fine. Got to go. See you tomorrow, right?
Yeah, tomorrow. See you then. Kyle slipped past her and looked around for the smell. He
spotted him and took off after him. As Kyle drew closer, the scent got stronger and Kyle pressed
on. The boy turned into a side street, the perfect cover. But as Kyle turned the corner, somethingshot out of the shadows and clipped him on the side of the head. He fell onto the hard pavement,
and his eyesight blurred over. He saw the jagged outline of someone standing over him but
nothing else. Another fist smacked into his nose and he felt it explode with blood. His vision
cleared and Kyle blocked the next jab and scrambled up. He turned to face the vamp and saw the
pale skin and red eyes. This was the first real vampire that he had faced. The vamp smiled.
Youre new at this.
Guilty. So go easy on me. Kyle said. He didnt think the vamp would buy it, but the vamp
backed off a little. They struggled and fought, getting in a few good blows each, but neither of
them were really injured. But Kyle was slower and the vamp suddenly caught him with a left hook
that sent him to the ground.
Youre fiery for a human. Give it your best shot mortal.Sorry to burst youre bubble, fangs, but I aint mortal.
Then what are you? Kyle smiled.
A half-breed. The vamp was shocked, and Kyle suddenly sprang at him, hitting him hard again
and again. This vamp was weaker than Kyle had expected. He went over and pulled a piece of a
wooden crate off and then walked back to the vamp. Scary, isnt it? and with that, Kyle
plunged the wooden splinter into the heart of the vampire. He screamed in pain, before
disintegrating into dust around Kyles feet. Kyle smiled again. He was pleased that his first kill had
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gone smoothly. He pulled out a little black book that he used to count the number of kills he
committed. He flicked past the human, demon and wolf pages and found the vampire section. He
wrote Sunnydale as a subheading and then a single stroke. He then packed it back into his bag
and made his way to Emmas house, thankful for it being next to a dense wood; a perfect hiding
spot and lookout station. And if need be, a suitable table to do homework on. He set down his
bag for the night and looked out at her house.
It was a pleasant little cottage, with moss growing on its great walls. The windows were just how
they used to be; square, with 4 smaller panes of glass and a cross of wood in the middle. Its red,
sloping tiled roof had a single chimney peeping out at one end. Kyle was mesmerized by this
house. There was something about it that seemed familiar, welcoming to him. It reminded him of
when he was a boy, playing in his garden with his toy soldiers. Wearing his fathers cap, he used
to salute them, give orders and drew up battle plans in the soil and mud. He used to love his time
in the garden. But as he grew older, he didnt want to make believe anymore. He wanted to go
off and salute real people, give real orders, and draw up real battle plans on proper paper. But his
time had come, it had ended so quickly. A little too quickly. But he loved every second of it. The
toy soldiers came alive and he loved to order them around. It was everything that he hadimagined. And his father was by his side, gleaming with pride. Seeing Emmas house, it brought
tears to his eyes. The mini battle that his father had recreated for him, with his toy soldiers he had
made himself. The joy of pointing out which one was his father and beaming from ear to ear with
pride when he told his friends about his fathers adventures. All of those happy memories came
flooding back to him. He sighed. It had been a long time since he had taken any trips down
memory lanes.
The night was uneventful. No one went in and no one came out. No one even walked past their
house. It was a little too quiet for Kyles liking, but he dismissed the idea. It was after all a quiet
town. The sun started to rise and Kyle packed his things away. He had forgotten what a burdenschool was; all the homework and assignments. Too much stress for him. But something in the
back of him mind wasnt letting him slack off. And it pissed him off. He heard a car engine rev and
snapped his head round. He saw the bright head lights of a car and quickly ducked down again
until it was half way up the road. Then he took off through the forest, weaving through the trees,
ducking under branches and jumping over muddy puddles. With speed and skill he sprinted back
to his home.
Just as he slipped in through his open window, he heard the doorbell call out. He smiled. He had
been correct. He quickly changed his clothes, pretending to have just gotten up, and then ruffling
his hair he opened the door. Standing there, glowing in the morning red light was Emma. Her
long hair was tied back and she was wearing clothes that didnt go with each other.Interesting look. Kyle said.
Decided to go with the comfy style today. Kyle pretended to call out to his parents, claiming
that they didnt like him or anyone that much, and slammed the door before more questions
were asked. And thankfully Emma didnt pursue the matter further. Kyle was a terrible liar at
times.
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Her father was a scraggly looking man, with large glasses and wearing a plain suit with a plain tie.
His face was long and filled with the lines of time. And yet behind such a strong build, was a
storeroom of pain and suffering. All locked away behind his deep brown eyes of a bloodhound.
His speech was stuttered and broken up, nervous and unorganized.
I-I-I hope youre uh, settling in w-w-well, Kyle. This isnt th-the best neighbourhood to um,
live in.Im doing alright Mr. Blackwood. Its not that bad.
Y-Yes well uh, thats youre um, opinion. Emma shot him a look, Wh-wh-which in this case
is-is alright I-I guess. Emma smiled proudly at herself, gleaming with pride. Kyle smiled. He
found it hard to resist. The rest of the car journey was in silence until Mr. Blackwood pulled up
outside the school.
D-do you two kids have uh, everything that you um need?
Yeah dad, weve got everything. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and slipped out of the
car. Kyle had to hurriedly thank him for the lift before rushing to catch up to Emma. She was a
fast walker, which annoyed him. He liked things to go slowly, particularly when it came to school.
For a while, they walked in silence, and it wasnt until they met up at lunch that they actually
started to talk again.Well, I hope you dont take this the wrong way, but your dad is quite a character. Emma smiled.
I know. But he wasnt always like that. It was just after my mother died he went real quiet and
stuttery. He really did care about her a great deal.
Sorry. I didnt realize. My uncle is the same; quiet and private. Its quite scary.
Thats alright. Im over it. Its just her voice trailed away, unsure whether to continue. Kyle
leaned forward and lightly touched her hand. She looked surprised at first, but then she relaxed
and sighed, Its just the way she died. I mean, she was careful. She never went into the woods at
night, always did things right. And yet, they found her, mauled in the middle of the forest, in the
large clearing, far away from any trail, in the moonlight. It bothered me and to this day I still cant
figure out what made her go there. Kyle felt a sudden chill. He had met many a situations likethat before. Of course, he caused most of them, but that wasnt the point. Emma reached into
her pocket and pulled out an old photo and showed it to him. Thats her. She really was
beautiful. I guess thats what gets my dad all worked up. Emma was still talking, but Kyle wasnt
picking up any of it. He was just staring at the photo, gazing into her mothers eyes. They seemed
dimly familiar. The face seemed familiar.
When did she die? he asked.
Almost 2 years ago now. And later that same night, a cabin a mile away caught this huge white
wolf that was covered in blood. They say they killed it but I never believed that. That forest does
things to people. Bringing things back from the dead is one of the folk stories around here;
particularly animals that live there. Images started to flash in front of Kyles eyes. The moon, her
mother, the phasing, the screaming, the blood, the boy, the cabin, the bang, the pain. He did it.He killed her mother. And he didnt know why. He didnt know why she was there. He didnt
know why she didnt run. He didnt know why he had to kill her. He just knew that he had.
Suddenly a sharp pain erupted in his chest and he doubled over, clutching the area. He groaned
slightly and stayed very still. More images. He saw her house, looking in at the family, seeing
them grieving, and smiling at the whole thing. He was enjoying seeing them suffering. The pain in
his chest grew stronger and he was starting to sweat. He could feel himself grow hot and his
pulse was racing. He could hear his own blood in his ears. Everything was slowing down and
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blurring. He couldnt make sense of anything. The pain was so intense, he tried to stand up. He
needed something, just to get away from people in case he phased. But he was clumsy, and
immediately fell to the ground. The world was spinning. He saw a distorted face above his, but
couldnt tell whose it was. He groaned again, and then the world went black.
That evening was a loud, exciting night for Ben. He stumbled out of the nightclub he had
managed to sneak into, rosy cheeked and drunk. He had his muscly arm wrapped around a
girl he could hardly see, and the only thing that was clear to him was that she wasnt wearing
much. His vision was blurry and he could barely make out his own hand in front of his face,
let alone where he was going. He tripped up and heard the girl laughing next to him. He
joined in, stumbling around in a small circle, bent over and laughing. Suddenly he realized he
was alone. She was no longer beside him. He started to slow down and took his time in
examining his surroundings. He could see nothing but darkness. He started to panic. He ran,
or rather plodded down the street, careful to stick to the sidewalk. He still saw only the
outline of shapes, but nothing was coming out clear in his mind. He quickened his pace.
He many have been drunk, but he still had his bearings. Ben took a right into a dark alley that
acted as a short cut to his run down flat. But today, the alley looked more threatening than
usual. For one thing, the lamp that was always on, day or night, was off and the glass littered
the ground and got wedged in the treads of Bens shoes. He hurried on, his vision starting to
return. Everything about something he knew so well was different. It seemed like there was
nothing but that road, that never ending road. Ben broke out into a jog and soon came across
a boy, curled up in a ball in the shadows. Still a little confused by his own actions, Benstarted to laugh at the boy. The boy turned his weary head and glared at Ben.
Whats so funny, tough guy? the boy snapped. His face was covered with dirt and grime
from the streets. His clothes were tattered and torn. He looked like every other boy that ended
up on the streets of Sunnydale. But Ben kept on laughing. Suddenly the boy leapt up and
grabbed Bens neck, snapping it with one hand. Bens body twitched a little before becoming
a dead weight in the boys hand. The boy smiled and let his victim drop to the ground. Then
he changed, and grew taller and musclier, taking the shape of the dead teen in front of him.
He bent down and clamped his powerful jaws onto the neck of Ben and draining him dry he
saw all of Bens memories, everything from his birth to the day his life was cut short. The
boy smiled at he let his victim fall to the ground once more.What a waste of a life. Should have picked a better victim. Then the boy turned and walked
back towards the main road. He walked down the street and was suddenly approached by one
of Bens old friends. The friend smiled at the boy.
Hey Ben, you alright? Thought you were going to the nightclub. The boy smiled at the
pathetic human standing before him. He was disgusted at the way they spoke to him, un-
fearful, boring and worthless.
Yeah, Ive already been. Totally dead, dont go there. Trust me.
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Oh, alright then. See you at school man. And with that, the friend walked off. These
humans are easier to fool then I thought, the boy said to himself. He smiled and walked the
streets again, before resting on a park bench just as the moon rose up into the sky. I do hope
that Kyle is pleased to see me. It has been such a long while.
A slow motion image of a forest whizzing past entered Kyles mind. Then his eyes opened and he
saw the ceiling of a very white place. For a dreadful moment he thought he was back at the place
they had taken him, but then he realized that he was in a bed with sheets. And not nude. He tried
to sit up, but there were wires all around him holding him down. He panicked a little, not sure
how to take in the situation, but then he heard a familiar voice.
Hey, youre awake. Emmas face was suddenly above his and he smiled weakly at her.
I guess. How long was I out?
Almost 2 days. Do you remember what happened? Kyle racked his brain. The last thing he
remembered was seeing a picture of Emmas mother and then he was on the floor in pain.
Vaguely. He said at last. But then it suddenly hit him, Ive been out for two days! Are you
sure?
Perfectly. Ive been visiting you every day afterschool for the past 2 days. I remember because
the doctors told me the dates each day, and it has been 2 days since you entered this hospital.
Kyle was suddenly filled with panic. A lot could happen in two days, particularly when it came to
vampires. He pulled all the leads out from their sockets and tried to stand up but Emma stood in
his way.
I cant stay here. He said, growling with each word. His temper was rising, angry with himself
for being so careless. Plus the smell was driving him insane. The stench of death.
You bloody well will stay here until told otherwise. Emma didnt notice his anger until he
grabbed her by the shoulders, hard and shook her a little.
I really cant stay here. He said again, lower and more threatening. She didnt move. She justlooked at him, putting on a brave face, but her eyes were filled with fear. Kyle hardly saw it. He
moved her to one side, and slowly made his way over to the wardrobe. He pulled out his clothes
and headed over to the bathroom. But Emma stood in his way again.
You cant stop me. Kyle said again.
I know. But at least I can slow you down. Kyle sighed.
I cant stay here.
Why not?
Because Kyle couldnt find the words to say it. He couldnt tell her.
Why not? she asked more sternly. Frustrated and annoyed he turned his arm over and showed
her a long scar he had picked up over the years.
A few years ago I was in a car crash. My best mate was killed and I walked away with just this. I
cant stay here because I remember too much. Of course it was utter nonsense and he got it
when he had a tumble with another wolf, but Emma brought the story. She stepped to one side,
embarrassed. Kyle changed quickly, but when he came out she was gone. He kept his head down
and left the hospital before anyone knew he was even up.
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His apartment seemed dull compared to school life. It was quiet and dark, with no life or love.
The window he climbed through most of the time was in his bedroom, a tiny roo m with mould on
the ceiling, cracked and splintering floorboards and a single light that was broken. His bathroom
was out of order, and reeking of rust and bleach. The tiles were dirty and stained red with
something Kyle hope was nothing more than blood of something. The living room looked better
than the rest of the house, with a wide open space where he kept nothing more than his fathersreading chair, which was tattered and torn with age, and a few bookcases with a small but useful
coffee table. He kept a small radio for music when he wanted, but kept always turned his
attention back to the flames in the sooty fireplace. He loved to watch as they curled up and
around the air. And the sounds it made. He loved the sounds. Always had, ever since he was a
little boy. He went to his fridge, which was no bigger than a microwave oven and no cleaner than
a rubbish bin, and pulled out a beer. He was, after all, entitled to one, seeing as he was centuries
past the age limit. There was nothing really on the telly, so Kyle just relaxed with a book his father
had given him. The spine was worn away and peeling off the pages, which were stained with age
and the cover falling off, but it still gave him joy to read it over and over again. His front door bell
rang and with stiff legs he got up to answer it. But as he drew closer he could smell something. A
dead thing. He whipped the door open but no one was there. And yet the smell was closer thanever. He looked down and almost reeled back in shock. On his door step was a dead, rotting dog.
Flies covered it and it still had soil in some mangy bits. Its discoloured tongue was flopping out
the side of its open toothless mouth. Its soulless eyes were open and white, gazing at nothing
and everything at the same time. A note was attached to the collar of it. Kyle picked up the
mangy thing and took it inside. He read the note carefully, and then burnt it. It meant nothing to
him. Just another threat from some of Bens mates. The dog was harder to dispose of. But he
placed it on the fireplace and set it alight; even if it was boiling hot outside, the fire would get rid
of most of the dog. The rest would turn to ash soon enough. He settled down into his armchair
again and picked up where he left off. Just as he got into the swing of the book again, the
doorbell rang out again. He sighed and rose once more to answer the door. He expected morethreats, but as he drew closer he smelt that irresistible smell that he smelt the first day he
arrived. He smiled and opened the door. Emma didnt smile at him though. She was frowning and
said nothing as she handed him a few pieces of paper.
Homework assignments. She muttered before turning and walked away. Kyle ran after her.
Whats wrong? What have I done? she didnt look at him. She pushed past him and tried to
leave, but again Kyle stopped her. She shook him off and just stared at him.
You have the nerve to ask what you have done wrong. You have no idea what it was like, how
you looked, what you did when you collapsed.
Then enlighten me. Tell me what I did that made you hate me for leaving. She looked away and
Kyle saw pain in her eyes.
You had a seizure. Your heart stopped beating. You stopped breathing. They announced youwere brain dead. And you just got up and walked away. Kyle just stared at her. Nothing was
making any sense. Nothing like that had ever happened to him before. He had never passed out
after remembering something before. Emma looked at her watch.
Ive got to go. If Im home after 10 my dad will kill me. Kyle suddenly felt sick to his stomach. He
let Emma leave but didnt follow her. She didnt need to or want to have him around. The
vampires were on high alert already. There was no need to draw attention to her. He just stood
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there on the steps and wondered how things could have been different if he was normal, if he
was human.
The boy smiled as another body dropped to his feet. Blood was smeared all around his mouth
and he gulped the last of it down, licking it off his fingers and some shreds of his clothes. He
saw her, the key to his masters success. The girl known as Emma. This girl was a close
friend. That would help. And then he saw him. Kyle. The boy grew angry, seeing how close
the target and Kyle were growing. It would be a problem. But he didnt think about that. He
changed his looks to match the dead girls and then stripped her of her clothes and put them
on. It was a strange feeling that he had grown used to when he changed genders, particularly
when they were older. The differences were so drastic. But he had done it so many times; he
was used to that feeling. He put on the last of the clothes and again walked out into the busy
streets. He walked along, waving at everyone that waved at him. It was fun being the popular
kid for once. It meant he could live out loud. And soon he came across her. The key; his
target. She was walking alone. For one thing, it was terribly foolish of Kyle to leave her
alone. For another, it was foolish of her to go out alone. But of course, she didnt know that.
She was totally unaware of the danger she was in as she greeted him as she usually did to the
person he was portraying. He smiled inside. This is all too easy he sniggered to himself.
Kyle had no reason to follow Emma as she left. He quickly ran back inside his dingy flat and
locking the door, proceeded to get out the candles and various sands he would need. Creating a
small circle on the floor surrounded by candles, he sat in the centre and chanted a spell that he
often used for protecting people. It allowed him to look through their eyes, smell what the
smelled, and hear what was being said. It could even allow him to spot or smell any danger or
vampire near her. It was a useful little trick of the trade he had picked up when he first entered
the demon business. The only trouble was that it had terrible side effects, and he would feel
weak for days. But his gut was telling him that something was going on, and so as he sat in the
circle chanting, he saw what she saw. She was walking home, muttering. He couldnt quite make
out what she was saying and he smiled. He had missed her. But then he smelt it. The danger, the
fear, the death. Emma stopped and turned towards one of her friends, and the smell got strong.Kyle opened his eyes and sprinted outside. He had to catch up. He had to protect her.
Kyle dodged all sorts of people as he rushed on to find Emma. The streets were busier than usual
and he had to shove a few people out the way. He turned the corner and breathed a sigh of
relief. She was still there, standing on the curb, talking to her friend. And the smell was even
stronger. It almost suffocated him. This was a creature of pure evil. And Emma had no idea. Kyle
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took a moment to gather his breath, and then walked casually up to Emma, and made it seem like
there was nothing wrong.
Hey, he said, as if nothing was going on, What you up to? Emma looked at first shocked and
then disgusted.
Nothing to concern you, Kyle. Lets go, Claire. Kyle could have sworn that he saw a little twitch
of a smile from Claire. She knew what she wanted. Kyle grabbed Emmas arm.Be safe. He muttered into her ear, and gave her a quick peak on the cheek. Her skin felt
smooth and warm on his lips and he could feel her blush. Then he pulled her in for a hug. With
Emmas back to Claire, Kyle sneered at her. Claire turned up her nose, disgusted at the wet dog
smell he was rubbing off on her. When Kyle pulled back, Emmas face was still shocked. Kyle
smiled, whereas Claire scowled. She wasnt getting her way. And Kyle liked it.
You um, want to come with, Kyle? Emma stuttered. Kyle smiled at her again.
Yeah, sure. But dont start stuttering. I dont think I could take that. Claires face filled with
panic and she looked worried.
You two go ahead. I shouldnt intrude on you love birds. She didnt smile as she brushed past.
The vampire scent was unbearable to Kyle. He just wanted to rip her apart. They were getting
closer and now they got one of her friends, it was going to be hard to keep an eye on themwithout seeming stalker-ish. Emma called after Claire, but she didnt stop. That is one dedicated
vamp, Kyle thought to himself. Emma looked hurt, and Kyle put his arm around her shoulders,
glancing back at Claire who was returning his cold stare. Kyle returned his attention to Emma,
who was looking confused.
What is going on with you? Why are you acting this way? Kyle shrugged.
Just the re-bound of a near death situation. Living in the moment type of thing. Im sure itll
wear off soon. Emmas face showed a flash of disappointment, almost like she liked the
attention. But it was only a moment, but Kyle saw it. He squeezed her shoulder a little and pulled
her in closer to her. Or I could do it all the time if you wanted. Emma smiled.
Maybe. If I choose. It was Kyles turn to smile. He really did like her. He just hoped she liked himback. Im still concerned about Claire. Shes never done that before.
Im sure shes fine. Maybe she had some homework to do. Emma looked doubtful.
On a Friday? Who does homework on a Friday?
I dont know. Lets not worry about her though. What you do want to do tonight? Emma
shrugged.
Dont really care. Why dont we go to the movies, see whats on. Kyle got a little excited. Hed
never been to the cinema and had wanted to ever since he arrived. But he held his face, trying
not to let it show.
Alright. Just nothing with too much blood flying. Bit of a thing I have.
I know what you mean. Emma muttered.
On the way to the cinema, they didnt stop talking. Kyle was asking all sorts of questions about
the modern day and about Emma, and Emma was curious to know about Kyle. He had to
exaggerate the truth in some places, but he did alright. She didnt seem to notice. But Kyle was
more focused on the journey. The roads were clear, no one around. It seemed like they were the
only two sols there. The darkness of the night seemed to swallow everything up, illuminating the
stars in the sky. And the moon, with its threatening size looming over, staring down at him,
taunting him almost with its gaze, that it would be full the next day. Kyle looked away. He didnt
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like to be reminded about it. He hated it when he became the animal. He just wanted to stay a
man. Emma was still talking, and Kyle became fixated on her. She was so beautiful to him. The
way her hair fell around her shoulders, the perfection of her skin, the colour and strength of her
eyes that seemed to pierce into his. And her voice. Her hypnotic voice that soothed him and drew
him in closer to her. But there was one thing that meant he could never be close to her. Her
scent. Her blood was intoxicating, almost killing him. He had to use every bit of strength andwillpower he had just to stop himself from draining her. He knew he could do it. He knew he
couldnt stop if he started. He knew that if that happened he would have to add another tally to
his ever growing list.
When they reached to cinema, and got their tickets and food, it was just starting to fill up and
soon it became a crowded. People all around, chatting, laughing, giggling, shouting, jumping,
talking. Kyle started to sweat. His breathing became harsher and louder. Thats when Emma
noticed. She held his sweaty hand is hers and rubbed his arm.
Not a fan of crowds? Kyle couldnt speak. He just shook his head. Someone knocked into him
and gave him the finger. Kyles instinct was to wipe that smirk off his face, but Emma squeezed
his hand tighter, recovering him. They found their seats and settled down, able to chat some
more before the picture started. Everyone laughed when it was funny and cried when it was sad.But in the middle was a non-stop trail of noises that were driving Kyle nuts. But the thing that
kept him sane was the fact that Emma was still leaning on his shoulder, snuggling up to him at
the romantic bits that made all of the men boo. After a while though, she started to rub her arms
and shiver.
You cold? Kyle whispered.
Just a little. She joked. Kyle took off his jacket and placed it gently over her shoulders and left
his arm on her shoulders. She snuggled in closer, breathing in his own scent. They watched to
rest of the movie in silence.
When they got out, the night was still young, and so Kyle took her through the park, taking thewell-known route so that she didnt get any ideas. They strolled along, just listening to the dull
hums of the cars on the roads and the light footsteps of other people.
You know, you have hardly said a word about who you really are, Kyle. Kyle shrugged.
Not much to tell. Nothing interesting anyway.
Not anything? Emma pushed eagerly.
Nope. Kyle said bluntly. Emma looked annoyed but when Kyle smiled at her, her anger faded
away and she chuckled.
Ok. she said finally. Then she traced a scar that ran from the front of his head to the back on
one side in three lines. Lets start with this. Kyle stopped walking. A sand dune, an Arab on
horseback, a wielding sword, him running for his life, his fathers body on his back. His head filled
with pain and he groaned a little. Emma rushed him to a bench, forcing him to sit down. It helpeda little, but the pain of the memory was still there.
There was a mugger he uh, killed my father and hurt me Kyle shook his head, fighting
back tears. Emma was rubbing his back and pulled him in, cradling his head in her arms. He
couldnt stop. More sand, soldiers falling, people yelling, blood everywhere, him shooting at
everyone, anyone. His whimpering, trying to make it stop. He didnt want to relive it. He wanted
to forget it. Emma started to rock him back and forth, stroking his hair while he sobbed like a
baby. He suddenly sat up, wiping away the tears and sniffling under his breath. Two men were
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walking past, and laughing, obviously drunk. When they had gone the two came out of their
bubble of silence.
Sorry. I didnt know. Kyle snorted. Then started to laugh. Whats so funny? Emma asked,
starting to chuckle herself.
We both know what its like to lose family, and yet were sorry for each other.
I still fail to see how that is funny.So do I, thats why its funny. He stopped laughing but was still grinning like a school boy. The
bell tower suddenly rang out and it was time to leave. Kyle was happy. He was finally opening up
to someone. After all these years running away, he should have run towards it. It would have
saved many sleepless nights.
When they reached to front of Emmas house, the darkness had taken hold of everything around
them.
Well, this is my stop. Emma said. Kyle nodded but didnt look at her. He shuffled his feet, not
wanting that night to end. Emma stiffly turned and got half way up the driveway before Kyle
called after her.
Did that count as a first date? he didnt know where that came from. He just wanted to,something inside of him was burning to ask her. She turned around and smiled at him.
If you like. But she didnt turn to go back into the house. Instead she walked back towards him
and stood in front of him again. Well then I should apologize for this. She suddenly leaned up
and let her soft lips touch his rough ones. Kyles senses were spinning as she drew back. But
neither of them moved. He ran his fingers over her cheek and pulled her in closer to him. She
didnt protest and wrapped her arms around his neck, running her own fingers through his hair.
They kissed again, and his hands were running around her waist and back, with her hands
searching through his hair and over his chest. Their bodies were touching and close, with not
even a slither of light passing between them. But then he could smell it. Her blood was pumping,
and it was suddenly present in the air. He broke the contact and stiffened, pushing her back alittle. The sound of their hard breathing was the only thing to be heard.
You should go inside. Your dad will start to worry soon. He couldnt look at her. Her blood was
too tempting to do that. She looked hurt and confused.
Sorry. She said before turning and walking inside. As soon as the door shut Kyle literally hit
himself. He couldnt believe what he had just done. Not just the fact that they kissed but just at
the way he had treated her. How she must hate him. He trudged home, cursing himself the entire
way home.
When Emma shut the door to her house she leaned against it and put her head in her hand.
She couldnt believe what she had done. It was all happening too fast; way too fast. Her
mind flashed back to the kiss. It was so magical, so intense and then it ended so abruptly.
She couldnt figure him out. One moment he was fine, happy and the next he was angry and
sweating, stressed and looking like he wanted to murder someone. She lightly touched her
lips. She was still in shock at what she had done. He was the first boy she had ever had any
feelings for, the first boy she had actually wanted to kiss. And then he just pushed her away.
Hello, sweetie. How was your day? Her fathers voice interrupted her thoughts and she
jumped a little.
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Fine. She said. She could hear the TV blaring in the background and followed her father
into the living room, stopping to give her mothers picture a greeting glance. She always did
that when she past her mothers picture. Gosh how she missed her. How much she wanted
to talk to her, about everything. About Kyle. She couldnt forget about him. She couldnt
forget that kiss. Her father returned to his usual seat that he hardly left when he got home,
and returned his attention to the television set. The news was playing but Emma paid noattention. She hated the news, too much sadness in such a dull way. But today something
caught her eye. A face that she knew. She rushed to her fathers side and turned up the
volume.
Earlier today, Benjamin Bullock, a student at Sunnydale High School, was found today in the
back passages of the nightclub. He was tossed in the dumpsters, stripped of his clothes and missing a
lot of blood. Police are puzzled by this mysterious murder of the 17 year old, and are doing everything
they can to try and solve this murder. Medical examiners suggest that the boy has been dead no more
than 3 days. To everyone out there, if anyone has any information on this killing, please notify the
authorities. This is Sarah Michelle, broadcasting to you live from Emma felt sick. It couldnt be
right. Ben had been alive for the past 2 days. She had seen him at school. Sure he was quieter
than he used to be, but she didnt really notice. She had just noticed that he had been there.
But she had just seen his body there, on the news being loaded into a body bag. It was
without a doubt Ben. Her father, upon seeing her expression, suddenly held her hand in his.
She jumped at the feel of his hand but she soon relaxed. For a quiet man, her father sure
could say a lot with so little. Emma smiled at him, before pecking him on the forehead and
muttering a good night.
But she did not rest easy that night. Not even after she did the one thing that sent her
straight to sleep; reading the twilight series. It felt wrong to be asleep. And yet after it was
about 6 the next morning she was wide awake. Her mind was muddled and cluttered by too
many thoughts, all trying to be solved at once. Once it was 7 and the light was streaming inthrough the crack in her curtain, forcing her to stay awake, she gave up and went
downstairs for an early breakfast. To her disbelief, her father was already up and ready to
go.
Morning. Howd you sleep? Emma was speechless. 1. Her father was up and moving. 2.
He was dressed on Saturday. 3. He looked happy. 4. He wasnt stuttering.
Not bad. Emma lied. She eyed her father suspiciously as she grabbed a slice of bread and
plopped it into the toaster. 5. Her father was reading the morning paper.
Thats good. Her father replied. Ive got to go out today, so youll have the house to
yourself.
Um ok. Emma was shocked. Her father never left her alone and certainly not when hewasnt going to work. Dad, are you feeling alright?
Perfectly. He looked at his watch. Got to go. Love you. Be back around 7.
As in 7 tonight?
Yeah. But you can go out and whatever. Just call if youre staying at someones house ok.
Just before he reached the door Emma called after him.
Hey you, what you done with my real dad, huh? her father laughed.
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Good one Emma. Have a nice day. He slammed the door shut and Emma was left alone.
She had no clue on whether to be overjoyed that her father was normal again, or freaked out
of her mind.
Kyle was following Mr. Blackwood at a safe difference, ducking in and out of the early morning
shadows. There was something up with him. Kyle could smell it. There was something odd about
him. His manner, the way he was walking; the way he was smiling. Mr. Blackwood was walking
briskly and forcibly down the road and it was hard for Kyle to keep up. But suddenly he turned
and Kyle had to quickly make the turn to make sure he didnt lose him. He just caught sight of him
entering an old warehouse and slipped in before the door slammed on him. Kyle stayed still for a
moment and then followed Mr. Blackwood down the dark corridor. Kyle had to tread lightly, for
the corridor in which he stood now was totally quiet apart from the footsteps of Mr. Blackwood,
walking along in his new shoes at a brisk pace. He followed, quiet as a mouse, until suddenly Mr.
Blackwood disappeared. Literally disappeared. Kyles fingers traced the outline of the slabs of
concrete, but nothing gave off any sign of being a trap door. Suddenly there was a small hissing
sound. Then he smelt it. He gagged and tried to hold his breath but it was no use. The world was
slipping away fast and he couldnt do a thing to stop it. He drifted away and then saw no more of
the blackness around him.
Something was shaking him awake. Or rather something sharp was poking him awake. He bolted
upright and then groaned.
Head rush? a voice asked. Kyle nodded.Yep. He said weakly. When he opened his eyes, Kyle saw Mr. Blackwood standing over him,
grinning.
Have a good nap? he asked. Kyle was still a little dazed but he still remembered what
happened.
You gassed me.
Yes, sorry about that old boy, but I could never take you down on my own. Not in this form
anyway.
This form? Mr. Blackwood grinned again.
What? Dont you recognize me, Kyle? You really should. Suddenly he started to shrink in height,
but his muscles grew. His blonde hair turned mouse brown, his eyes from brown to a threatening
green that seeped down into Kyles soul. His skin rippled as the bones in his face moved and
shifted. Slowly a different person was standing in front of him. Kyle couldnt quite see who it
was. For one thing his eyesight was still fuzzy. Another thing was that he just didnt recognize the
new person that was standing in front of him now. But then suddenly he drifted back to his
childhood. Another boy, blood in Kyles mouth, his father running, his mother restraining the boy,
him crying, and a few words that had haunted him and shadowed him from society, You will
always be a monster, and I hate you for it!. Something wacked Kyle on the side of the face and
he snapped out of it. Kyle tried to scuffle back, tried to get away from this thing standing before
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him. It was all coming back. And he hated it. The boy from his past was no longer a boy, but a
man. And this man was always grinning and sniggering. Just like he used to.
What did they do to you?
Who me? Nothing. Apart from turn me into a bloodsucker that has to wonder the night instead
of the day. But I consider the bonus feature a gift. Something to treasure and notrun away from.
Like you run away from your giftWhat I have isnt a gift. Its a curse!
Its a curse, its a curse! the man imitated and then laughed. You havent changed a bit have
you squirt? the man ruffled Kyles hair. Instinctively, Kyle batted the hand away.
Dont call me that. Kyle growled.
Oh look at that. I made big brother angry. What should I do? What should I do?
You are no longer my brother.
Denial much.
My brother died a long time ago. This is another one of your victims.
No. I am your brother. I just dont run away from what I have.
Well maybe you should.
Maybe. Or maybe I could do what my sire wants, grab the girl and bring humanity to hell. Thatsounds like a plan too. Kyle growled again. He could feel the animal in him rising.
Youll have to go through me first.
Suits me. Both boys growled and with ease and precision the boy launched himself straight at
Kyle. But it was slow and Kyle slid out of the way. Then he gave off a roar as he changed. He
could feel each bone shatter and recast itself to fit his new shape. He felt his skin stretch and tear
against his growing muscles. He could feel his stature growing and he roared in pain as his ear s
moved. He could feel each hair on his body grow, covering his whole body. Then, like a disease,
he felt it spread up his legs and arms, leaving behind nothing but fur and claws. The pain grew as
it did and soon he was roaring in pain as his face moved, shifted, broke and mended to fit his new
teeth. Then he turned to the boy and charged. The animal within him took over and he let it. Hewanted this thing to die, related or not. The boy turned quickly, and looked at Kyle transforming.
Then his fangs grew and he jumped onto Kyles back. Kyle roared again and twisted and turned
to try and shake him off. But nothing was working. Kyle slammed his back into the wall, finally
able to shake off the load. The boy was dazed and hissed at him in disgust. Kyle growled and
pounced pinning the boy under him. The boy wriggled like a snake to get free but Kyle sank his
teeth into the boys neck. The warm blood poured out of him as he screamed in pain. Kyle tore
and pulled at the flesh, the instinct to kill overtaking his moral conscience. Soon the boys legs
stopped kicking and Kyle tucked in to a well-deserved meal.
Emma was excited about her new found freedom. She wondered around town, stopping by
friends houses. She thought that it would take her mind off things. But it didnt. All herfriends wanted to talk about was that new mysterious boy named Kyle. Emma became
frustrated. No one really understood him. They just thought he was like every other guy:
pretend to like you, pretend to care for you, screw you, and then forget you. But he wasnt,
and Emma knew it. More than anyone would believe. In the end, she just walked along the
path in the park where they had. She had never gone near it before. She had just never
thought about it. But now it meant something, she kind of had to. She sat on the bench next
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to an elderly gentleman and sighed. She had all this freedom and nothing to do with it. The
gentleman looked at her.
Arent you Earl Blackwoods daughter? he asked in a gruff voice.
Yes, I am. The man nodded.
I thought as much. You have his ears.
Should I be offended by that? she was joking of course, but the man took her literally.No, of course not. I knew your father well when he was in the force. As in not a detective, I
mean.
I get what you mean Emma interrupted, Hes changed a bit since then.
Yes, Im sure he has. Particularly since your mother he paused.
I know. Emma sighed again, remembering the father she used to know. She looked up in
the sky, and watched as a flock of birds flew by overhead. She listened to their chirps and
screeches as they flapped around in an arrow head.
So whats a nice girl like you doing out all alone?
Im waiting for someone. Emma lied. The man nodded.
I wont keep you. Just tell your father I said hello. Havent seen him for a while now. You
will tell him you saw me wont you? Emma nodded although she had no idea who this
man was. The man stood up, and plodded off, limping a little on one foot. And Emma was
left alone with her own thoughts again. She just let the wind whip through her hair and
relaxed so much that she felt her eyes grow heavy in the afternoon sun.
It wasnt until the drizzle of rain hit her cheeks that she opened her eyes again. The sky
overhead was pitch black and threatened its rage down onto her. She blinked a few times
and then stood up to go. Just at that moment, the rain came in waves and she ran to cover.
The closest thing was the covered walkway leading to the subway. Normally she would
have steered clear of it, but she had no other c hoice.
As she entered the entrance, the rain grew stronger, forcing her down into the mouth of the
train station. It was almost empty and every footstep echoed off the walls and made a noise
that wasnt comforting to Emma. Rifling through her pockets, she found she only had
enough change to go to downtown. She smiled. The station was right next to Kyles flat. She
brought her ticket and waited patiently for the train to arrive. In the distance she could hear
the soft dripping from the leaky ceiling, and the screeching of wheels against the railings.
The light that was flickering out of the corner was bothering her and so she moved to try
and get away from it, but it didnt help. Then the familiar sound of a train approaching
sounded and Emma stared down the tracks hoping it would be her train. And as the
headlight light up the tunnel, it screeched around the corner and came to a sudden halt infront of her. But something wasnt right. It was too quiet. Way too quiet for a Saturday
night. A light tapping on her shoulder almost made her jump out of her skin as she was
about to step onto the train. But as soon as she saw the uniform, she relaxed a little.
Are you Emma Blackwood?
Yes I am. What do you want?
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We can speak on the train. He said, his moustache wiggling with each word. The train
doors closed just as they stepped in. as the train pulled away it all felt wrong to Emma.
There was nothing right. Everything felt out of place.
You heading home? the officer asked.
No, I only have enough change for a friends house, and I dont want to walk home in this
rain.Of course not. There was an awkward silence that followed as they both swayed
motionlessly to the movement of the train, listening to the dull sound a train makes on the
tracks that is so unique to the train tracks. It suddenly came to a halt and even though it
wasnt her stop, she still got off. She wanted to get away from the emptiness of the stations.
Look, she finally said, What can I do for you, Officer? she turned to the officer, only to
find him a lot closer then she had realized.
Well at that moment, his face shifted and morphed slightly, his eyebrows arching and
folding over his eyes a little, jaw expanded a fraction and his eyes shone blue, You could
help by not screaming. He sneered at her and she turned and ran. She was a surprising fast
running and wearing trainers helped. She shot towards the stairs and rushed up them taking
two at a time, not looking back until she reached the top. He was right behind her, growling,
showing off his fangs that were gleaming at her. She burst through the barrier, jumping over
the bar and continued running. The man just barged through it, breaking it like it was paper.
More stairs blocked her path and she sprinted up them, her lungs burning for air, her legs
numb with pain and her mind racing with panic. Something caught her leg and she fell, but
scrambled up fast and kept on running. The rain hit her hard but she didnt stop. She
couldnt stop. Emma turned sharply around a corner and allowed herself to stop, panting
with panic and pain. She brushed her dripping hair out of her face and peeked around the
corner. The man seemed confused and ran the other way. Emma breathed a sigh of relief
and closed her eyes for a second. When she opened them she got a feel of her surroundings
and double checking the man wasnt around she jogged off towards Kyles house.
The area was quiet again and now Emma was on high alert. The rain was still falling, but
softer now but that made no difference to her. She was still soaked to the skin and was
starting to feel the cold. When she reached his door but there was no answer when she rang
the doorbell, but when she knocked on the door, it swung open, revealing what was hidden
inside. Cautiously she placed a foot inside and called out. Her adrenaline was raging as she
moved inside and she jumped as the door slammed shut behind her. She switched the light
on for comfort and moved around the small dingy apartment that made her cringe at every
turn. Except for one thing. The bookcase. Filled with ancient looking books, all with tattered
spines and yellow pages. She picked one up at random and read the title. Vampire in Assyria,The East and some Ancient Countries. She flicked through it quickly, sitting in the only seat
available. But soon, sleep overpowered her again and she slept peacefully, hardly moving
when Kyle slipped in through the bedroom window.
Kyle didnt have enough time to calm down enough to change back into a human and then make
his way to the cabin to phase for the full moon, so he just stayed there the entire day. But when
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he changed back, he had a bit of a dilemma. He normally kept spare clothes in his backpack just in
case. And he had left that at his house. So now, he had no way of getting home, without being
arrested at least. He sat by the door, and waited. Then a boy about his age turned the corner and
like a snake, Kyle sprang out and knocked him unconscious before stripping him to the boys
underwear and slipped on the clothes.
Its your problem now mate. Kyle muttered to the unconscious boy. Then he left, and movedswiftly through the streets. Then the rain came again and he pushed through it, almost sprinting
back. He wasnt a cat, but he still hated getting wet. He used to be constantly teased about it
when he was younger. But Kyle scrubbed that out of his mind as he jogged home in through the
pouring rain. He had no idea how far he had followed that man for, but he didnt recognize the
area. Not even the smell was the same. But then he smelt it. The smell of buttered popcorn and
he instantly drew a map in his head and followed it to a Tee. He just wanted to get home fast and
curl up in bed and pretend that night never happened.
For some reason, which he could not understand, he used his bedroom window to get into the
house. At the time, it seemed like a good idea, but as he got closer to his secret entrance, he
could already sense that something was wrong. There was someone in his house. He didnt knowwhere and he didnt know who. He just knew there was someone there. Silently, he slipped in
through the window, but knocked it with his back and it came crashing down on his bad leg. He
yelped and fell backwards and heard a familiar gasp. Then he could smell her scent. He breathed
a sigh of relief. He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them he saw Emma
standing over him, grasping a book in her shaking hands.
Whoa, easy Emma. Its just me. Kyle said, defending himself with his hands. Emma lowered the
book and breathed heavily.
For Gods sake Kyle, go through the door like a normal person. Geez, I think you gave me a heart
attack. Kyle scrambled up and gingerly took the book off her, pretending to make it look heavy
to him. Then he eyed her carefully.Why are you here? Emma looked away.
Sheltering from the rain. Kyle stared into her eyes forcefully. She was hiding something, he
could tell.
Then why were you going to hit me with a book? he flipped it over and read the cover,
different question, why are you reading this book? Emma shrugged.
Because it looked interesting. She finally said. Kyle pretended to believe her, but there was
something else behind it. Fear was driving her. Nothing but fear. He brushed past her and
replaced the book where it normally sat and picked up the phone.
You should let your dad know youre here. Then Ill order food. Chinese good? Emma nodded
and took the phone off him, moving into the next room. Kyle rushed to the wardrobe and pulled
out some old clothes, placing them on the chair and pulled out some for himself. Then he spottedsomething which he hoped she didnt. A red patch was forming around his chest and he ducked
into the pathetic excuse for a guest bedroom, and inspected the wound. Wasnt deep and was
healing fast, but not fast enough. He heard a creak and poked his head around the door. Emma
replaced the phone on its stand, looking confused.
You reach your dad? Kyle yelled out.
No. Left a message though. They both stayed silent for a second.
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Oh, hey uh got you some spare clothes to change into. You shouldnt stay in your wet things
or youll catch a chill.
Catch a chill? Thats old language. Emma mocked.
You know what I mean. Emma laughed.
Hey, promise not to look, I dont fancy another t rip to that bathroom of yours. Kyle chuckled.
Im a gentleman. Emma smiled. Kyle turned away and took off his own wet clothes and put onthe new ones, grateful to be dry again. But it was still a hot night, so he put on the tank top and
waited patiently for the all clear from Emma before he could come out from around the corner.
He looked down at his dog tags, which for some reason always stayed with him, even when he
phased. It was a werewolf thing. How to tell who the fallen were. Suddenly a throat cleared and
Kyle swiftly turned on his heels and turned the corner to find Emma picking up the phone again in
his baggy t-shirt and jeans.
Sorry, she said, Had to borrow a belt. Trousers a little on the large side. Kyle couldnt speak
or move, but only form a few vowel sounds before letting off a nervous chuckle.
Thats alright who are you calling?
Food, remember?
Oh, right, yeah food. For some reason that word left a stale taste in his mouth. As Emmatalked into the phone, Kyle gazed out the window at the rain. He gazed up at the sky and
wondered what it would be like if he was different. If maybe, just maybe, he was human again.
And he could grow old with someone he cared about, and not worry about what goes bump in
the night or having to constantly worry for his life. Or whether on each full moon he would tear a
family apart.
Alright, foods on its way. Emma said, interrupting his thoughts. He nodded in acknowledgment
but still said nothing. She moved over closer to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Hey
dont get all soppy on me again please. Kyle smiled.
Deal. But you have to tell me what really happened to you tonight.
I cant and how did you know?Um yes you can, and youre a terrible liar.
Am I really that bad?
Your eyes give too much away. He placed his hand gently on her cheek and rubbed it with his
thumb.
I cant tell you what happened because youll think Im mad or something.
Possible. But did you know that all of the best people are mad?
Oh please dont quote Disney, please.
Ok, ok, Ill stop. Emma paused and sighed.
I met a man on the subway and his face was different.
Demented almost? Kyle interrupted.
Yeah, exactly. And he had fangs and blue eyes and Id never seen a man move like that. Soanimalistic. Thats why I was reading that book. To try and find out what it was. And I think it
was she paused and looked around a little before whispering, a vampire. Kyle frowned.
The evil Spirit, the evil Demon, the evil Ghost, the evil Devil, From the earth have come forth. From
the Underworld unto the land they have come forth; In heaven they are unknown, On earth they are
not understood, They neither stand nor sit, Nor eat nor drink
Wow, how many times have you read that book.
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A few. Kyle joked. Of course he had read it more times than he could count but he couldnt tell
her that.
So you know a lot about mythical creatures then? Emma asked. Kyle didnt quite know how to
answer that question.
I know a little, but wouldnt consider myself an expert. Why? Emma shrugged.
Just curious.Isnt that what killed the cat? Kyle joked. At least it made Emma laugh. The first person in
hundreds of years. The doorbell rang and Kyle left her standing by the window and returned with
food that smelled delicious.
They both tucked into their new breakfast and talked again, not mentioning the conversation
they had just had. Emma began to ask new questions about Kyles family and Kyle asked more
about Emmas mother. He wanted to know more about the woman he had murdered. And she
seemed only too happy to answer them. But Kyle was reluctant to reveal too much about himself
in case he let something slip. But she didnt seem to care. She was just happy to be with someone
it seemed, just happy to finally be able to be open and truthful about something. When they were
nearing the end of their meals, the morning light was struggling to get through the overhangingclouds of everlasting darkness. Kyle stood up and packed the boxes away before throwing them
away. When he came back, he saw Emma eyeing the phone again.
You worried about your dad? he asked. It was killing him inside, killing him that he couldnt tell
her the truth, killing him that he had to wait until she heard the news for herself.
Yeah. He doesnt stay out all night, or not call me when Im staying out late. Its not in his
nature. Kyle shrugged.
Im sure hell call. He place himself on the edge of his seat and squeezed her hand, just enough.
She sighed.
I know. I justhate waiting. Kyle squeezed her hand some more and smiled at her. When she
smiled back, Kyle felt nothing. The rest of the world faded away and it was just them, together.And it scared him. Emma looked at the time and stood up.
I should really go. She said, in a quiet, almost regretful voice. Kyle nodded and stood up as well.
If you think so.
Thanks for the breakfast. It was interesting.
It sure as hell was. They both chuckled slightly but the moment died fast. Kyle followed her to
the door and held it open for her. But before she turned to go she asked him one more thing.
Would you consider this as a second date? Kyle smiled.
If it meant I get to kiss you again, then yes, I would.
Then by all means kiss away. Kyle smiled again, and leaned in, pulling her body into his and
thrust his lips onto hers. She moved with him, and held him in close to her. Their hands ran wild
as before and before long, Kyle could smell Emmas blood pumping again. But this time he didntstop. He didnt want to. He wanted this moment to last forever. The moment of when he was
kissing the only girl he would even consider caring for in his whole life. And then it ended just as
naturally as it had started. And then she was gone and Kyle couldnt help but feel lonely. He
missed her already. But he had other things to worry about. He put on a coat and went down to
the local pub to watch the news and see when Emma would know about her fathers death.
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It wasnt long before it was all over the news. People around Kyle started to remove their caps
and say silent prays for him. He was well liked in this town, and Kyle felt sick to his stomach. After
all, he was an unholy thing. He didnt believe in God, and didnt feel right saying a pray for a man
that couldnt hear him. He was a science-y guy. Then he shot out of the bar, as soon as Emma
came on. She was far away, out of shot, but Kyle could still see the tears rolling down her cheeks.
He sprinted as fast as he could to her house, passing several police cars on the way, when hedrew up closer, he could smell her fear, her sadness and it made him run faster. He turned too
sharply and skidded on the wet concrete but found his feet again and was suddenly stopped by a
massive police man, who had his arms folded and looking ready to sn ap his neck like a twig.
No unauthorized entry. The officer bellowed at him.
Im a friend of Emmas alright the man cut him off midsentence by throwing his head back
and laughing.
Isnt everyone?
I need to see her. The officer looked him up and down, before turning around and giving out a
short sharp whistle. The detective looked up and the officer jerked a thumb in Kyles direction.
Emma at this point turned and ran towards him. Kyle ducked under the tape and caught her in his
arms. Then it was her turn to sob in his arms while he rocked her gently. They didnt say a word toeach other, but they knew what the other was thinking. Particularly Kyle. Hed seen so much grief
it wasnt hard to imagine what she was going through. A certain amount of time had passed
before Emmas grip on his shoulders began to loosen. Then she turned around, but wouldnt let
go of Kyles hand as she answered the remaining questions the inspector still had.
Youll need a place to stay. Will a friend mind if you stay over for a few nights? the inspector
asked finally.
She can stay at my place. Kyle said, bringing himself into the picture. The inspector eyed him
suspiciously. Obviously the leather jacket, dog tags and scared face put him off the idea.
You should really stay with someone that doesnt live in the dodgy part of town. Is there
someone else you can stay with? Emma looked at Kyle.Ive stayed at his house before. Ill be alright. The inspector sighed.
Alright. Heres my card. Call me anytime. And with that he walked away, adjusting his glasses
as he did. Kyle smiled and turned to go, picking up her bag she had prepared earlier. But Emma
did not follow for a while. She was just staring at the house, taking in one last look. Then she
turned and walked with her head down, straight past Kyle and kept walking down the road. Kyle
paused before following. He kept his distance, but always stayed the same distance. She didnt
look back to see if he was there, never lifted her head to look where she was going once. But
Kyle didnt mind. She needed her space right now. And he just needed her to be safe.
Emma was quiet the entire evening. She just watched the flames dance in front of her,completely oblivious to the world around her. Kyle cooked up dinner but she didnt touch it. She
hardly moved since they got in. Kyle was patient. He just sat back and read his fathers book
again. They sat in silence as the room slowly got darker around them.
Do you mind if I turn the light on? Kyle said, suddenly breaking the silence. Emma turned her
head and it was the first time she had looked at him all day.
What? she asked weakly.
Can I turn the light on? Cant read in this light?
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Oh sure yeah go ahead. Emma said, sitting up straight. Kyle hid his smile and stood up to
move to the switch, but he stopped. He heard something, could sense something was wrong. He
moved to the door and quickly pulled it open. Emma screamed as someone fell inside. A very
dead someone. Kyle bent down to see if it was anyone they knew when suddenly it grabbed his
shirt and growled. Kyle shook it off and stood up straight, his heart pounding and his mind racing.
The body started to laugh and rolled over, looking up at Kyle.Every time, I swear it gets you every time. It said while trying to gasp for air.
Do I know you? Kyle asked suspiciously.
Well, duh yeah you know me. Bruce Manning remember, we used to hang out together and
get into all kinds of jams and such. Kyle laughed. Oh course it was Bruce. Another werewolf that
he ran into from time to time. Brilliant to have on your side in a fight. Not so good if you were on
the other side of the battlefield.
Of course I remember you Bruce. What are you doing here?
Just running through town, and saw you walking along, decided to foll ow you and then played
dead at your door.
Yeah that wasnt very funny.
Was from where I was standing. A throat suddenly cleared and they both saw Emma standingthere looking confused and terrified.
Im sorry, but am I missing something? Who is this guy?
Oh this is an old mate, Bruce. Bruce this is Emma Bruce nudged Kyles arm, the way guys do.
Kyle smiled but then hit him hard on the arm. Bruce laughed meekly and then rubbed his arm.
What you really doing here, Bruce?
Is there somewhere we can talk? Kyle eyed Emma who picked up on the hint.
Ill put some of my stuff away. Emma said before walking into his bedroom.
Whats up? Kyle asked. Bruce looked deadly serious.
You know shes the key right?
No really? I never would have guessed.How close have they gotten?
They managed to turn her dad but I took care of it. They wont get near her.
Theyd better not. I just thought Id give you the heads up. They are on their way and they wont
take you alive. And if you get in their way, youre going down.
Ok, so what do you expect me to do? Run and hide like usual?
Wouldnt be a bad idea. Just for a few weeks until they miss their deadline. Then you can come
back.
And what excuse could I use. Her father just died and their holding a funeral soon. I cant leave
now.
Well at the moment their still tracking her, so that gives you a week tops. Then say youre
going on a vacation somewhere. Take her to the lake country. Even if they discover youre therethey wouldnt dare go near it.
Not bad. You should probably go now. I dont want her asking more questions than usual.
Alright. But get out of here fast. Theres no stopping them once theyre on their way. Bruce
slammed the door behind him and Emma came out of the bedroom.
Did he leave already? she asked. Kyle nodded.
Yeah. He doesnt like to stay in one place too long.
So what