[Lord Starscream]'s diary
...I've been feeling morbid, and needed to get this out.
Jimmy had no clue now to deal with this situation. No, he wasn’t stupid. He got As and Bs on his last report card. No, he was not retarded, an idiot, or anything along those lines. Maybe if he’d been slightly less caring, he’d have never needed to get away.
Not but 10 minutes go, on his way home from his girlfriends, he’d seen a girl, probably 12, limping down the street. He had not noticed, at that time, the girl’s dirty white shirt was blood spattered. Since it was, oh, midnight, he stopped and asked if the girl if she needed help. That’s when he noticed the blood. On her neck, the palms of her hands, her stomach, and her knees, there was large splotches of blood. Afraid the girl was injured, he told her to get into the car, so he could take her to the hospital.
The girl entered his car, saying nothing. Jimmy suspected she was traumatized. I mean, who wouldn’t come to the conclusion, upon seeing a blood stained, 12 year old at midnight, limping, who didn’t speak. Or she could be mute, but, he doubted that.
As they neared a closest hospital, St. Anthony’s, which was surrounded by trees and wild life, the girl sprung at him from her seat, making him lose control of the wheel, and speed up. After rearing off the road and into a tree, the girl was set flying, and Jimmy’s head collided with his steering wheel. He regretted putting off replacing the airbags now.
He held his head, and stumbled out of his car. His thoughts turned from how much he was going to have to pay to get his brand new car fixed to the crazy 12 year old. He looked around franticly for said girl. He spotted her, on the other side of the wrecked car, seemingly unhurt. Her expression gave him Goosebumps and forced the hairs on the back of his neck to stand. She had a wide spread grin on her face, and her eyes were flowing red.
He backed away, she moved forward, her eyes never leaving his. Only when he turned and started to run did the gaze break. Feeling that she couldn’t keep up with his record speed, he slowed and glanced back. Just as he did, he tripped and fell, landing hard. He panted, and looked up-
-to meet glowing red eyes of the crazy 12 year old. Her toothy grin was still plastered on her face. Her teeth reminded Jimmy that of a sharks.
He turned on his back, and crawled back, panicking. “I-Impossible!
For the first time, she spoke. “What’s a monster?” the mouth on her neck licked its lips. Her palms raised, showing two more, vertical, mouths, both wide open, showing off their shark-like teeth. Her shirt had raised, showing a larger, horizontal mouth. IT was wide open, and had just as sharky teeth as the rest. “Mister?” he noticed holes in the knees of her pants, and saw, like her palms, vertical mouths, wide open, of course.
The little girl took a step towards him. “Mister?” he looked around everywhere for a escape root. “What’s a monster?” she was only a foot away from him. Thinking the only way was to push her away and run, he stood, and did so, pushing against her chest to move her away from him. To his increasing horror, she grabbed his forearms, and the mouths on her palms bit in, deep. He screamed, and pushed away, material and flesh being ripped form him. In a panicked run, he attempted to run for the hospital.
He felt something jump onto his back, and screamed again when he felt not two, but four mouths bite into him this time, two on his shoulders, two on his lower back. “Mister.” Came the girls voice. “What’s a monster?” He attempted to shake the little demon from him, screaming and yelling for help. “Mister?” she asked in his ear, once again. “What’s a monster?”
“YOU ARE!” he screamed, attempting once again to dislodge her as the mouths ripped his flesh through his clothes.
“Oh.” her hands moved, and the mouths bit down again her head was still next to his ear, so the mouth on her neck was close to his neck. He opened, and bit down. He screamed. “Mister?” she asked again, after the young man hand fallen forward, darkness had started to cloud his vision. “What makes a monster?” she had lifted her head, the mouth on her neck pulling away flesh as it went. IT ate it, like a dog eating an oversized steak. Blood sprayed everywhere, and the man gasped lightly for air, twitching. The girls’ knees were at his side, but the mouths were unable to reach any of the meat they craved for. Her replaced her hands on his back, the mouths digging into his back, tearing the jacket and shirt, and biting down hard on the skin. She asked again, with as much innocence as she had before. “Mister? What makes a monster?” The mouth on her neck licked it’s lips.
Jimmy gave no response. His chest no longer rose and fell. Blood started to gather around them in a pool. The girl stood, and frowned. “Mister.” She nudged him in the side with her toe. No response. She pouted, not knowing the man couldn’t speak anymore. “Your no fun.” she turned, and started to walk away, the mouths on her neck, palms, knees and stomach closing, and barely looked like anything, only small, thin lines on where they had been.
She left, unknowing that she had murdered Jimmy Volgar. She had, unknowingly, saved his girlfriend, whom had been in a abusive relationship with her for two years. All she could think of was that one would, monster. That was the first time she ever heard it.
Unknowingly, that was not the last time she would hear it.
FRIENDS:Will stand by you while you piss.
MONTANA FRIENDS: Will shine a spotlight on you while your
drunk ass is taking a piss in the bushes.
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FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs
MONTANA FRIENDS: Call your parents drunk as hell and tell
them about the fat chick you tried to pick up
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FRIENDS: Hope the night out drinking goes smoothly, and
hope that no one is late for the ride home.
MONTANA FRIENDS: Know some wild shit will happen, and set
up rally points.
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FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did
was wrong.
MONTANA FRIENDS: Will be sitting next to you saying,
Damn...that shit was fun "
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FRIENDS: Cry with you.
MONTANA FRIENDS: laugh at you
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FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it
back.
MONTANA FRIENDS: Steal each other's stuff so often nobody
remembers who bought it in the first place.
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FRIENDS: Are happy that someone picked up a one night
stand and leave them alone.
MONTANA FRIENDS: Will Crawl naked into the room with a
camera and hope for the tag team....
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FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.
MONTANA FRIENDS: Could write a book with direct quotes from
you.
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FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that's what the crowd
is doing.
MONTANA FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left
you.
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FRIENDS: Would knock on your door.
MONTANA FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, "I'm home!"
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FRIENDS: Will try and talk to the bouncer when you get
tossed out of the bar.
MONTANA FRIENDS: Will buck up and go after the bouncer for
touching you on the way out.
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FRIENDS: Will wish you had enough money to go out that
night, and are sorry you couldn't come.
MONTANA FRIENDS: Will share their last dollar with you,
drag you along, and try to steal free drinks all night.
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FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've
had enough.
MONTANA FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the
place and say, "You better drink the rest of that shit, you know we
don't waste. That's alcohol abuse!!!" HAHAHAHA !!!! schwing!!!
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FRIENDS: Want the money they loaned you back next week.
MONTANA FRIENDS: Can't begin to remember who owes who money
after taking care of each other for so long.
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FRIENDS: Will say "I can't handle Tequila anymore".
MONTANA FRIENDS: Will say "okay, just one more..." and then
2 minutes later "okay, just one more!".
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FRIENDS: Will talk shit to the person who talks shit
about you.
MONTANA FRIENDS: Will knock them the Fuck out!!
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FRIENDS: Will ignore this
MONTANA FRIENDS: Will re-post this to ALL of their KICKASS
MONTANA FRIENDS
Sorry, I couldn't help it! I don't live in Montana, but I know my friends would do this! XD well, most of them..
"Also, I’ll have you know the words heeblduflaba, jwenisism, philangi porno, and peaner are not words I just made up. My friends and I have been using them for years. Yes, we are a strange lot. Heeblduflaba is a swear word, much like dammit. Jwenisism has no defined definition. I guess you could say it is used in the same pretext as the word meep. Philangi porno is exactly as it says. A philangi is the scientific term for finger, so philangi porno would be rubbing the fingers of one hand together with someone else’s fingers. Never do this with your own two hands, as this is considered incest. Last but not least, a peaner is a knee, whereas a wenis is an elbow.
"There, Danielle’s vocabulary lesson for the day. If you think these words are weird, you would not survive sitting at the lunch table with my group. We’d have you gasping for air by the end of the day. I guess you can say, we’re all like Zack . . . mentally unstable because we choose to be, except Jimmy, he’s just the fat bald guy with random outbursts of odd behavior, but we love him anyway!" -Love's Martyr from Fanfiction, quote taken from the author notes of her story "Broken and Twisted"
XD
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Written about Wednesday 2007-08-01
Written: (6326 days ago)
Well, Sorry for those who don't want me to go *stares at Randi* but I know what time I leave. Tomorrow, I'll meet them at tomorrow at 10:30. Hopefully, I'll be on in the morning.
Well, you know, after the power outage during burger night, I really didn't think anything worest could happen to my mom (she had to stop, and wait for the power to come on to start burgers again) but, the preppy waitress chick went over, adn gave her two of the tray thingies that the burgers are served on, and she walks away with money behind her back. My mom's tip. She was starting to piss me off. I think she thought she could get anything because she was pretty. She wanted some of mon's salad (everyone loves it, so she makes it every burger night) during the power outage because she was hungry *rolls eyes* well, mom said she wasn't sure if there would be enough for the rest of the burgers if she gave her some, but hse gave her some anyway. I guess she went over and asked for bacon. Of, fuck, she wanted everyone to sing, because there was no music, after about an hour of no lights and music. It was horrible! The people who sung were horrible. Like five minutes, thank god, the lights turned on. (XD I got a line to use in my story! Two, accually.)
Well, and I'm not sure if I'm going to camp, I dunno where I'm supposed to meet these guys....really
Ok, soo....it's been decieded. I'm gunna go to camp. I kept weighing out the odds, and I thought maybe I could meet some friends and have funn (possibly lose some weight, too!) if I went, but I'm still...uncomp
Anyway, so, on wednsday I'm leaving for 7 days, so I won't be on at all....that's gunna be a torture.
Ok, so, my grandma brought up this camp that I could go to. It sounds really good, it sounds really fun, It's only for a week. the only thing I'm kinda...put off at is because it's a christian camp. I don't have any problem with Christians, of course, I don't care what religion you practice, but...Ya know, it'd be embarrassing. I don't own a bible (well, a mormon bible, but that doesn't count), I've never been to church (once, at a mormon place, only because I had a friend from school there. She's really nice, too. I like her, Anyway, that doesn't count either...). I just think it'd be awkward....I don't like to pray outloud, either, I was real reluctant. But...I need to get out, I need to have some fun, I need to try to meet new people, so I think I might go. I need to finallize the desition before wednsday, but I think Ima go....It's from wednsday this week, until wednsday next week, I beleive.... Eh....
well, on more...uh, decieded News, I've started another story, but i think this one will stick! I bought a small note book, and I've jotted down ideas, character bios, things in the book, and I've been getting ideas like crazy. I've revised the first (small) chapter a few times already, and I'm proud of it.
BTW, [Bastet] said she won't be able to get on this weekend, because she gains accesses at the library, and I think she said something was going on there, but I couldn't make it out...the cellphone was all scratchy.
Well, Ima out.
Last night was...wow, busy, to say the least. I was helping out my mom for stake night, and I was running the stairs. Hard, right? Not really. I only had a problem when it came to carryin the stuff up, and carrying the plates down (those things are heavy!) I leanred (pretty quickly) that I needed to keep some water downstairs (where teh kitchen was) since that's where I usually got my break (waiting for the stakes). I also learned that I need to cool myself down aka spray my face with water, otherwise I'd be in a pissy mood. It worked, too. You know, it's weird, I'm not that tired..in my legs. Their a little sore, but nothing I can't handle. I thought I'd be horribly sore. Ah, well *shurg* But, omg, the tips were worth it. I got like fifty bucks doing it. Totally worth the headache I got. NOw I have something like $145...
“Never raise your hands to your kids. It leaves your groin unprotected.” -Red Buttons
I'm affriad. I'm affriad to come on this site nwo. Why? Becasue I'm affriad I'm going to get news that I'm going to lose one of by best friends. I'm affriad to answer her message. I dunno what do say.. I really don't. I'm fucking emotionally retarded, and I kick myself because of it. I'm probably going to be away from the computer, or away from this site. Of course, I'll check in, but...I dunno....I really don't.
IT's stupid, that this machine that lets me take a break from reality is causing this much pain. This wonderful peice of metal that lets me meet people like me, that let me know that I'm not the only person like me out there, that someone loves me for who I am, not what I look like. Sure, IT has it's risks, I know that. I sat with my mom and watched "dateline" when they did the internet pretitors. I've gone through the chatts about people online, my mom doesn't like it when she sees me chatting wiht older people, she gets nervous when thier on my list of friends(I never chat with them...). But, No one has chatted with me like the pretitors do, no one asked where I live, I've never given out my phone number. I'm safe...Or so I think, I guess. I'm just a navie person. Don't take this the wrong way....
So...I dunno, are those my thoughts? Part of them. I'm selfcounsious, I hate to talk about what I'm thinking. I'm affriad I'm going to strike someone the wrong way. So, my mouth is shut, most of the time.
I'm on Deviantart more. Maybe Gaia, sometimes.
Ok, yesterday didn't end until....ten this morning. and my day started at 4:30pm, where I got up and went to have dinner.
So, lastnight(thismorning) I wanted to stay awake. So, I tried to keep myself up by seeing if there was dannyphantom yaoi. and there was! night art, too. then, out of the blue, OMG! I found the best(andonly) DP comic I've EVER read! It's called Asylum! IT's put, like, 13 years into the future. IT's still wouderful! I found it and finished it alstngiht, and am currently waiting for a update (IT'LL HAPPEN SOON! SHUT UP!!! ><). I love Asylum!Danny. I wanna draw a small animation thing of him. ^________^
After reading that (and creating a folder for it, looking up any other picture;s Ms. The-Alchemists
Oh, Katie got back yesterday. She's got a new tat, it's really cool. she's in a good mood, too! I like Kate in a goodmood! ^________^
"Im gunna name a group of my kids after my favorite cartoon. Im gunna name a bunch of them after Transformers. (enter audience laugh) That'd be great! Oh, yeah. Just to be like, 'Optimus Prime, come here for a second, I want to talk to you. Come here, you sit next to Magatron. We're gunna have a little chitchat right here, ok? I am the Cobra comander and I-UUUUUUUUUURR
XD omg.
Sorry, guys, I'll probably won't be on saturday (around noon my time) because of a birthday party, and it's a sleepover,too, I'm sure...I just hope Angelica wasn't shooing lies out of her ass whens he said she had internet. -_-
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This is an RP with me and [Bastet], but in story format. THis isn't even half of what we wrote down, and this took five pages. She told me to type it up, so I did, and I stopped it here. If you'd like, read it.
Chapter 1
Kouvu Tomya was reading the weekly “Werewolf Times” newspaper on his back deck of his private cabin. It had taken him 20 years to save up for the cabin and it was well worth it. He was scanning the Major news then the smaller ones. One of the major news was that Multiple killings, all of which done in the same fashion, of which most suspected was the work of one, or more, rogue werewolves. This was considered a humus crime, for there was too many victims for even a band of ten werewolves. Any group bigger then that would have been caught.
“Hmm…” He folded up the paper and walked inside. He pulled on his shoes, and coat. A similar event happened a few weeks earlier, which had been reported in the local newspaper, though, instead of werewolves, it was blamed on rabid, rogue animals, and he was going to check it out.
He had followed the attacks, and had noticed a pattern. After an exact week of attacks, it would stop for a month, and start up again in the exact same pattern. With this in mind, he set off to the location of the first attacks, then followed the pattern, looking for more clues.
The last days of the pattern, and the victims locations and the victims themselves had no pattern. Though, most of the attacks were along traveler’s roads, some of which weren’t common. “Hmmm…” This was getting more complicated. Kouvu looked around, then headed to the closest village to ask questions, hoping for possible suspects or more useful clues.
“Yes, those attacks…” a farm hand, a dirty looking women with her orange hair tied up out of the way, thought. “There was a recent attack in this area, but, it was unusual.”
“Unusual? How so?” He questioned, interested.
“Well…There was two victims this time…..” The women contemplated on how to state this correctly. “It’s only a rumor I’ve heard, since I live so far from time, but….it’s said there was a survivor.”
“A survivor?” ‘Maybe there is hope.’ He thought. “Can I meet with Him?” Maybe the person would be able to describe what attacked Him.
“The boy’s in a nearby hospital.” She said, bending over to start on her work. “Though, I’ve heard he denies he’s been attacked, and merely fell on rocks near the area.” She stood up again. “From what I’ve heard of his wounds. From what I’ve heard, that couldn’t be possible.”
Kouvu nodded. “Thank you,” She nodded back to him, and bend down, again, to start her, now neglected, work as he walked to the town. He searched for the hospital, then, when he found it, walked in and asked if anyone was brought in for animal attacks in the past 48 hours.
The nurse at the counter tapped at her keyboard. “Second floor, room 220.” She told him. He thanked her, and headed up the stairs to the room. “Uhm, excuse, me,” He knocked on the door before walking in.
Here was only a young man in the room. He was bandaged up around his arms, head and whatever else was bandaged was hidden under his white hospital gown and white hospital sheet. He looked around his early 20s, his hair was a blonde, though a bit on the darker side. It was cleanly pulled back into a small black band. His bandaged hands in his lap, he looked over to Kouvu as he entered. “Yes?” he asked, hints of nervousness in his small voices.
“Hi. My name is Kouvu Tomya. I have started to investigate the wolf attacks that have beem japanning. I heard you were a survivor of one of them”
He lifted his hands up, and shook his head as he said, “No, no, sir. You have been misinformed.”
Kouvu looked a bit confused. “What do you mean?”
He smiled kindly, his hands moving back down to his lap. “I merely stumbled, and fell off a small ledge onto some slightly sharp rocks. It was close to the attack sight, so when I was found, I was presumed that I had also been attacked.”
He nodded. “My apologizes. Sorry for bothering you.” He turned to go.” The young man watched him leave. That was the 10th person today. He wished for night to come soon, he wanted to leave. If he did so now, he was sure he would be stopped and forced back into bed.
Kouvu felt something wasn’t right, so he hung around the town.
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Soon, night fell over the small town. After the nurse checked on him, John quickly slipped from his bed and changed into his old clothes, battered old, hand-me-downs, and slipped on his old backpack. After everything was secure, he pulled his brown and dirty cloak around him, quickly fashioning it. He grabbed his cone-shaped straw hat, and walked to the window, opening it slowly, as it creaked. He looked down. Eh, the second story, it wasn’t that bad.. He, shaking a bit, stepped onto the window seal, and, closing his eyes tightly, he jumped. Even with his fear of breaking bones, he landed gracefully, like a cat. He shook his legs a bit, and quickly made it for the hospital gate.
Kouvu, who had been walking along the street, saw what happened. “Hmmm…” Not knowing who it was, he followed him. Whoever he was, he was headed out of town at a calm pace. “I see you are doing better.” he came up from behind him as he spoke.
The boy jumped slightly, and turned to meet Kouvu, who was smiling. He wiggled his fingers in greeting. The boy, himself, smiled, and hand his hand up in greeting. “I never did get your name.” Kouvu said, his walking picking up speed so he could walk along side him.
“Oh, uh, John.” John said, nervous. “John Jekyll.”
“How long have you been in this area.” he looked him up and down, scanning his clothing.
“I was here, just for today.”
“Where are you going now?”
John shrugged. “No where pacific.”
“So, you’re a wonderer?” Kouvu smiled a bit. Clouds drifted in front of an almost full moon.
“Yes.” He nodded.
“Same here.” He looked up at the moon.
Following Kouvu’s gaze, John looked up as well. He smiled, and started to walk again. Kouvu followed. “So…why did you sneak out of the hospital?” he put his hands in his pockets as he walked.
“I can’t stay in one place for too long…and I wan tired of them saying I wan a victim of those rogue animals.” he explained. He head Kouvu chuckle.
“I guess that would get pretty bothersome. Just out of curiosity, did you see anything before you fell off the cliff?”
“I saw a pack of wolves in the area, but I don’t think they did it.”
Kouvu nodded. “Neither do I, that’s why I have started to investigate.”
John looked over to Kouvu. “Who do you think did it.”
“Werewolves, or a crazy maniac.”
He nodded and continued to walk. “Who do you think is doing the attacks?” Kouvu asked.
John picked his words carefully, so he wouldn’t reveal too much. “A crazed man, or a werewolf.” he hoped that stung, but he knew it wouldn’t.
Kouvu smiled. “I see.”
John nodded, and continued to walk. He felt a pull on his chest, but ignored it, pushing down. Kouvu raised an eyebrow slightly at this. “Are you ok?” He nodded.
“Yes, just a small amount of chest pain, no harm done.” today was the last day, and he hoped he wouldn’t hurt Mr. Tomya.
“What kind of chest pain, I might be able to help.” John shook his head,
“No, no, it’s fine. It’s been in my family forever.” that was part way true.
Kouvu nodded. The light fur on the back of his neck stood on end. He shivered slightly and buttoned his coat closer.
John felt it, the pull. Fresh images, shot past his eyes. He covered his mouth with his hand, so he doesn’t vomit at how graphically gory they were. He stopped for a moment, holding it back. Kouvu saw, and touched his arm. “Are you sure your ok? You look like your going to be sick or something close.”
John nodded. “Yes, I will be-” he covered his mouth again and ran to the nearest bush, emptying the content of his stomach. He leaned on the tree for support, and fell to his knees, hunched over, shaking. When he finished, he was still shaking and holding onto the tree.
Kouvu could smell that he had vomited. He walked over, knelt down, and gently rubbed his back. A few minutes later of deep breathing to calm himself, John took a rag from inside his cloak and wiped away the, still clinging, vomit away from his mouth. “You ok?” Kouvu asked gently, leaning over his shoulder to check on him.
John nodded. “Yes.” he stood, using the tree. He was still shaking. Kouvu looped an arm around his waist, pulling one of John’s arms over his shoulder. “Take it easy, I’ve got you.” he started to walk, taking it slow for him. He let Kouvu help him, but there was two problems. One, he had no where to go and two, he was gaining more control by the minute.
Kouvu’s place was only a few hours away. He would make good time if he ran. He picked John up, bridal style, and started to run, careful no to upset him. John was a bit surprised when he picked him up and running. Though, he would admit, it was nice to be off his feet.
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Kouvu made it to his cabin in 45 minutes, which, walking, would have taken a few hours. He landed on his deck, and walked inside. He set John, who looked like he was sleeping, down on the couch. John silently feared, if he were to fall asleep now, Mr. Tomya would surely be killed by his hand.
Kouvu laid John down, and covered him up with a blanket. He walked into the kitchen to get him something for his hungry/thirst. John opened an eye slightly in time to see him leave for the kitchen. He closed his eye, and waited for his chance. He waited for Kouvu to fall asleep.
After he had filled himself, Kouvu sat down in a chair across from the couch. He watched the sleeping John before dozing off. He could still hear things around him, though it didn’t reach him right away. After peeking, John saw his opportunity. He quickly, and silently, got up. He walked for the door, and slipped out. Once he was out, he started to run.
Once Kouvu heard and registered John’s escape, he got up and ran after him. Some five minutes into the chase, though, there was a scream. Hearing this, Kouvu stopped, turned, and headed for the scream. Once he got there, it was a clearing, in the middle of it, stood a bloodstained man. He was a little taller then Kouvu himself, who stood at 6’. He was holding a choking, bruised woman by the neck. Her stomach had been devoured, some of her inners had been tossed aside. How she was still alive was a miracle. The man’s hands were bloody, and some blood trailed from both corners from his mouth.
The hair on the back of Kouvu’s neck bristles again when he smelt the blood. There was a familiar scent but he wasn’t too sure. He cautiously approached the man, senses on high, ready to defend or attack if needed. The man merely licked his fingers, cleaning away the blood and bits of flesh that had gotten under his nails. His eyes bore into Kouvu’s. Kouvu locked eyes with him and didn’t look away. He stepped closer, as if testing his limits, but the man made no move, nor attempts to attack or advancement. Kouvu walked over to him. “Who are you?” he asked, not menacingly but not friendly, either.
The man thought for a few minutes, thinking of how he should tell him or if he should avoid the question. He grinned slightly. “I could ask you the same thing.” he had a slight British accent. “You are the one who interrupted me, not the other way around.”
It had been a while since he had heard a British accent. His claws grew, his canine teeth, getting sharper. His eyes turned gold, the pupils turning to slits. “I am no one important. Just a lone wolf.” he stated in his Irish accent. His blood started to boil slightly as his body pleaded to fully change.
“Then I am no one important.” He licked the blood from one side of his mouth.
“Where are yeh from? Certainly not from around here with that kind of accent.”
“Of course I’m not.” He sneered. “I take it you aren’t from around here, either?”
“Ya could say that.” He smiled a bit. The coppery smell of the blood made his head feel all fuzzy.
“I can tell.” He dropped the gasping and sobbing woman and advanced on Kouvu. “Men in this area don’t look at all like you.”
He kept his eyes connected with his. “Why do yeh say tha?” he was able to keep his heart beat down as well.
“Well…” He stopped in front of him, and cupped one on his cheeks with his bloody hand. “Men here are ugly, and most women here aren’t much better.”
Kouvu didn’t pull away or flinch but the smell of blood drove him crazy. “How flattering of you to say.” His voice was more of a growl as the beast within tried to take over. The man noticed.
“As you have a beast inside of you as well? Don’t be rude, introduce me.” Kouvu grabbed the man’s wrist.
“I don’t think that would be wise.” he growled, trying to hold onto his wits end.
The man moved forward, and whispered in his ear, “Why?”
“Because my beast within cannot be trusted by anyone.” He was panting slightly now.
“My dear boy,” A nail ran down his cheek, breaking the skin causing it to bleed. “I am not one to be trusted either.” He leaned forward and ran his tongue along the cut. “Delicious.”
Kouvu’s grip tightened on his wrist slightly. He wasn’t in pain, though he enjoyed it. “I’m warning you…..”
“I don’t care.” he lapped up another stream of blood. “I want you to taste what I taste.” his other hand moved to the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss. He let the blood stream into his mouth. Kouvu closed his eyes. A buzzing sound started in the back of his head. He pulled away, and hunched over, holding his stomach. His body shook, his bones started pop as the change took hold of him. When eh was fully changed, he stood at 6’7”. His wolf form was black fur, sleek. He stood, taller then the man now.
The man looked, as much as he hated it, up at the now changed man. “My, you’ve grown.” Kouvu leaned down to his level, and growled. He wanted blood, flesh, now. He was hungry and the man was fresh meat to him. “It seems you are very blood deprived.” Kouvu snorted, and bared his teeth at him. He grabbed him by the nape of his cloak, lifting him off the ground. The man didn’t flinch, nor was he scared. “It seems I was correct.” Kouvu bent down to take a bite of his shoulder. “Ah, ah.” he was stopped gently. “Not yet. You can’t have Desert before the main course.” Kouvu growled slightly, his teeth clicked shut, his jaw popping as it locked in place, and glared at him. The man merely smirked. Kouvu snorted slightly in his face. He let go of him, letting him fall to the ground.
He landed on his feet, of course. He stepped aside, motioning him to the woman, who was still gasping for breath and sobbing for help.
Kouvu got down on all fours, his tail swooshing slightly. He walked over to the woman, and sniffed at her. She wasn’t quite as fresh as he wanted, but it would do. The woman whimpered as he sniffed at her. He looked her in the eyes before he lunged, ripping her throat out in a single girk. The woman went limp and Kouvu started his feasting. He crunched down on bone and meat, his jaws powerful enough to splinter the bone to power and rip through the flesh like warm butter.
His only witness was the man, who stood back and watched as Kouvu devoured the, now dead, women. Kouvu finished and turned back on the man, blood dripped from his jaws, bits of flesh hung from his teeth. He licked his jaws and walked over to him. He got up on his hind legs and sniffed at him. The man didn’t back away, nor was he frightened. His eyes bore into Kouvu’s, in a slightly challenging way. Kouvu placed a paw-like hand on his chest and pinned him to a tree. His teeth gently closed down on his Shoulder. He wasn’t trying to cause harm, just testing. He still wasn’t too sure of him.
The man made no move to attack or run. “Can’t you bite harder?” He teased slightly. IT wasn’t like this was his own body. Kouvu made a noise and bit down harder, drawing blood. His tail bristled and his hold on him loosened as he went limp. He changed back to a human as he fell to the ground. There was a tranquilizer dart in his ass. The man saw three hunters start to advance on him, one fell to his knees next to the dead women. One of them was holding a tranquilizer gun. He turned, picked up Kouvu and ran from the area. The men couldn’t possibly father, for they were only worthless, pathetic humans. The man looked down at the knocked out Kouvu. “Now, what to do with you?”