Post by Spotts on Oct 7, 2011 1:11:24 GMT -5
Ray had been walking, looking for his brother again. He had been avoided by the only person who really cared about him for weeks. And every night, Ray would go looking for him and come up empty handed. He felt lonely and hadn’t hunted for days. The pain Ray saw in his brother’s eyes when he had tempted him. He had made Ash kill an innocent person. He felt guilty. The street was dark and empty. Ray was about to give up for the night, when he felt his brother’s mind in his own. He turned around and saw Ash standing there, his face angry. Ray wanted to run up to his brother, apologize or something. He just didn’t want to be alone anymore. He gave a weak smile that disappeared almost as soon as it got on his face. This was the longest Ray had gone without eating. But that was soon to change. He scented someone, felt their memories, his memories. It was a young boy, no older than thirteen. His sweet blood rushing through his body. It was those kinds of thoughts that made Ray sick to his stomach, but that stomach was currently empty.
Ash had noticed, having similar abilities to his older brother, that the boy was there. He was tempted to hunt. Tempted to kill. But he held himself back. His brother looked weak, almost sickly. He hadn’t hunted for almost a week. Ash immediately felt guilty, but shoved the thought out of his head. Ray had laid a trail to bring him closer to monster-hood, had given him a victim and tempted him like the devil tempted Eve. And like Eve, Ash had eaten the apple. “Don’t you dare kill him.” Ash was surprised when his words came out in a growl, but he didn’t show Ray that.
Ray’s eyes had gone blacker than normal, his hunger taking control of him. He heard his brother say “Don’t you dare kill him.” He suddenly thought of when he was taught to hunt in wolf form, how different it was. How Jared showed him to kill deer instead. Without realizing, he had transformed into the black wolf he remembered. His dark trench coat with his vampire hunting gear inside dropped to the street. He let out a low growl. He wanted to stop; he wanted to listen to Ash. But the predator inside him took over. He couldn’t stop. He took off toward the innocent boy.
“Ray!” Ash yelled as the wolf ran past him. He ran over and grabbed Ray’s coat. He took the gun, which was already loaded, out of the inner pocket. Ash couldn’t tell the difference between the fatal and paralyzing bullets, so he just had to tell himself that he wouldn’t kill Ray. Holding the cold gun in his hand, Ash took off after his brother.
Ray almost winced as he jumped on his victim from behind, his claws digging into the boy’s shoulders. Ray could feel the kid’s memories; hear his name being called by his mother. The faces of all the people he knew flashed in Ray’s mind. But it was too late to stop. Blood dripped from the boy’s shoulders and covered Ray’s claws. He couldn’t stop himself now. He opened his jaws to bite into this young boy, but heard the shot of a gun. He turned and saw Ash holding Ray’s gun and pointing it at him. Ray roared angrily and helplessly. The boy was crying out in pain. Ash aimed again, but his hand was shaking. He fired, missing Ray by a foot. “Leave him alone!” Ash shouted.
Ray jumped from the boy onto Ash, bringing him to the black street. The gun dropped from his hand as he hit the ground. Blood stained Ash’s shirt in big, messy paw prints. Ray bared his teeth, growling menacingly. He was about to slash his brother across his face, but Ray heard the boy start to run. He turned and took after the boy, but not as fast as he could. The killer he was becoming decided it would be fun to play a little cat and mouse. He could tell the boy was in terrible pain. He tripped over his own feet face first and moaned. He rolled over and grimaced as his open wounds rubbed against the ground.
Ray approached him, teeth bared. The boy scrambled backward, but couldn’t go far. He was dizzy and his vision was tunneling. Ray got closer and closer, until he was almost on top of the boy. He lifted his huge paw and tore it across the boy’s chest, hearing him scream out in pain. Then, Ray changed back to his human form. He was crouching over his victim, seeing the terror in his eyes. He bent and tasted the boy’s blood, sweet and rich. He couldn’t do it. He didn’t know why, but Ray couldn’t drain this young boy dry.
Instead of killing this poor child, Ray bit down on his neck and changed him. He erased the boy’s memories as the transformation took place. He felt horrible. Then he heard a gunshot, felt the pain in the middle of his back. He turned to see Ash standing at almost pointblank range. Ray’s gun was smoking in Ash’s still shaking hand. Ray felt the poison run through his veins. He deserved this. It was all his fault in the first place. He saw the hate and fear in his brother’s eyes. Then, he closed his eyes and dropped dead on the ground next to his last victim.
Ash lowered the gun. He had Ray’s trench coat over his left shoulder. Before he chased his brother, he had to reload the weapon. There was only one clip left in Ray’s coat. Apparently, the bullets he chose were the lethal ones. He had just murdered his brother. The boy lay on the ground, almost motionless. His hands twitched, but his eyes were closed and he was otherwise completely still. He wondered if the boy would survive, but he didn’t want to care for him. He hadn’t stopped Ray in time. He knelt on the ground over his dead brother’s body. Even in death, Ray looked angry. The coat slipped off of Ash’s shoulder, but he didn’t care. He slipped the gun into his waistband and lifted Ray’s lifeless body in his arms. Ash walked through the forest, leaving the boy alone with Ray’s trench coat.
Ash had noticed, having similar abilities to his older brother, that the boy was there. He was tempted to hunt. Tempted to kill. But he held himself back. His brother looked weak, almost sickly. He hadn’t hunted for almost a week. Ash immediately felt guilty, but shoved the thought out of his head. Ray had laid a trail to bring him closer to monster-hood, had given him a victim and tempted him like the devil tempted Eve. And like Eve, Ash had eaten the apple. “Don’t you dare kill him.” Ash was surprised when his words came out in a growl, but he didn’t show Ray that.
Ray’s eyes had gone blacker than normal, his hunger taking control of him. He heard his brother say “Don’t you dare kill him.” He suddenly thought of when he was taught to hunt in wolf form, how different it was. How Jared showed him to kill deer instead. Without realizing, he had transformed into the black wolf he remembered. His dark trench coat with his vampire hunting gear inside dropped to the street. He let out a low growl. He wanted to stop; he wanted to listen to Ash. But the predator inside him took over. He couldn’t stop. He took off toward the innocent boy.
“Ray!” Ash yelled as the wolf ran past him. He ran over and grabbed Ray’s coat. He took the gun, which was already loaded, out of the inner pocket. Ash couldn’t tell the difference between the fatal and paralyzing bullets, so he just had to tell himself that he wouldn’t kill Ray. Holding the cold gun in his hand, Ash took off after his brother.
Ray almost winced as he jumped on his victim from behind, his claws digging into the boy’s shoulders. Ray could feel the kid’s memories; hear his name being called by his mother. The faces of all the people he knew flashed in Ray’s mind. But it was too late to stop. Blood dripped from the boy’s shoulders and covered Ray’s claws. He couldn’t stop himself now. He opened his jaws to bite into this young boy, but heard the shot of a gun. He turned and saw Ash holding Ray’s gun and pointing it at him. Ray roared angrily and helplessly. The boy was crying out in pain. Ash aimed again, but his hand was shaking. He fired, missing Ray by a foot. “Leave him alone!” Ash shouted.
Ray jumped from the boy onto Ash, bringing him to the black street. The gun dropped from his hand as he hit the ground. Blood stained Ash’s shirt in big, messy paw prints. Ray bared his teeth, growling menacingly. He was about to slash his brother across his face, but Ray heard the boy start to run. He turned and took after the boy, but not as fast as he could. The killer he was becoming decided it would be fun to play a little cat and mouse. He could tell the boy was in terrible pain. He tripped over his own feet face first and moaned. He rolled over and grimaced as his open wounds rubbed against the ground.
Ray approached him, teeth bared. The boy scrambled backward, but couldn’t go far. He was dizzy and his vision was tunneling. Ray got closer and closer, until he was almost on top of the boy. He lifted his huge paw and tore it across the boy’s chest, hearing him scream out in pain. Then, Ray changed back to his human form. He was crouching over his victim, seeing the terror in his eyes. He bent and tasted the boy’s blood, sweet and rich. He couldn’t do it. He didn’t know why, but Ray couldn’t drain this young boy dry.
Instead of killing this poor child, Ray bit down on his neck and changed him. He erased the boy’s memories as the transformation took place. He felt horrible. Then he heard a gunshot, felt the pain in the middle of his back. He turned to see Ash standing at almost pointblank range. Ray’s gun was smoking in Ash’s still shaking hand. Ray felt the poison run through his veins. He deserved this. It was all his fault in the first place. He saw the hate and fear in his brother’s eyes. Then, he closed his eyes and dropped dead on the ground next to his last victim.
Ash lowered the gun. He had Ray’s trench coat over his left shoulder. Before he chased his brother, he had to reload the weapon. There was only one clip left in Ray’s coat. Apparently, the bullets he chose were the lethal ones. He had just murdered his brother. The boy lay on the ground, almost motionless. His hands twitched, but his eyes were closed and he was otherwise completely still. He wondered if the boy would survive, but he didn’t want to care for him. He hadn’t stopped Ray in time. He knelt on the ground over his dead brother’s body. Even in death, Ray looked angry. The coat slipped off of Ash’s shoulder, but he didn’t care. He slipped the gun into his waistband and lifted Ray’s lifeless body in his arms. Ash walked through the forest, leaving the boy alone with Ray’s trench coat.
