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It seemed as though one day everything was fine for Patrick. His life went along normally the teen was carefree and happy. Suddenly he came to have headaches none stop along with intense pains throughout his body. A time limit of a six months was given and so the clock began to tick. Patrick decided he would find a way to live a way to beat the odds and defy what the doctors told him. Will he find his savorier or will time simply run out

Name: Patrick Sandraus
Age: 16
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Background: Patrick has had a mostly care free happy life living with his grandparents since he was 3 because his parents had both passed away. He had grown up in a stable happy home with his grandparents whom he loved greatly. There was one flaw in him and that was his need to please even if it wore him out and was to much for him. He would always do everything he could and more to aid others which meant he was constantly over doing it and burning himself out. All his friends and family told him about it but he choose not to listen.

Then one day he began to have pains in different parts of his body. Not the simple ones either that were easily cared for by some pain killers and rest then you could go back to normal. For him it would suddenly be a hand, arm , leg or foot even his head would start to hurt for days on end and not go away nor ease. Finally his grandparents being very worried they took him to the doctors. That was when he changed to have the urgent need of survival for the doctor that his grandparents took him to said that he was dieing and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Six months to live no he would not accept that.

Name: Hunter Storm
Age: 17
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Background: Hunter’s life been pretty screwed up and weird, bad luck seemed to follow him wherever he went. Town to town, city to city, trouble always followed him. It might have been the fact he wasn’t quite human or the fact that he made some powerful enemies. All and all Hunter never could truly keep friends or a relationship. It was not always like that before, 10 years ago hunter was normal. He had a loving family and many friends. One night that all changed. The one night his house was broken into, his father thought it was a robber, so he went to deal with it, telling him and his two sisters to stay with there mother in the room.

He heard his father cry out and scream and then there was silence and then the thing came into the room and attacked them. He didn’t remember much after that, just bits and pieces of seeing his mother and sisters being tore limb from limb by a wolf like beast, He woke up in the hospital with severe wounds two weeks after the incident. Finding out from the doctor his family was killed and that a little boy his age should not have survived from the attack, but it was a miracle that he did and he should be thankful God was on his side. Hunter found out later the thing that attacked him was a werewolf. So he dedicated his life to tracking down the thing that killed his family and killing the b*****d. Till this day he had not found the werewolf that killed his family and cursed him, but he never stop trying or searching for him, until he got his revenge

Hunter looked at the time, it was going to be 8pm soon and it happened to be a full moon tonight. “Damn can never sleep when it’s out full.” He grumbled to himself, glancing at the hotel room clock. He groaned and slowly got out of bed. His body was very hot, fresh sweat dripped down from his naked chest. Hunter usually slept commando style, his average body heat was hotter then normal and over the years he just got used to the fact of sleeping in the nude.

“Better call a cap, don’t want to turn in the city. I’d scare the norms and I don’t want that.” He said sarcastically in a serious voice. Dialling the number of a local cab company, he spoke. “I need a cab to the hotel on Sandson street. Yeah the Royal diamond hotel. See you in 10 minutes.” He finished his conversation and hung up the phone. His skin started to crawl and it felt like millions of spiders were underneath his skin, moving around.
“I hate this feeling. Hold on wolfy, let’s get us to the woods first. Last time we had bullets fired at us and I don’t the feeling of bullets pass through my skin, so hold on for a bit.” He said to himself, the feeling seemed to stop. “Much better.” He said with a smirk putting his bare feet on the red rug that covered the entire suite room. He reached downward and grabbed the black jeans that he took off a few hours before and pulled them on. “No point and wearing these, since I am going to change tonight anyway.” He said looking at his black silk boxers that lay on the floor. Walking over to his sneakers, he put them on quickly and grabbed his jacket and the hat that he left on the dresser, as well as his keys. Looking in the mirror Hunter could see his eyes slowly turning animal like. “Guess it’s the shades tonight.” He said putting on the black sunglasses and walking out of his room locking the door behind him. 30 dollars in his pant pocket and keys in the other, hunter walked down the hall, down the stairs to the lobby and out the door to enter his cab.

“Where too mac?” The cabby was an older man who seemed to have hair all over his body except for his head. His beard was black and scruffy and his voice had a Scottish accent to it.

“take me to the country side. I was dared by a group of friends to spend the night in the bush and walk back to the city. It’s kind of stupid, but I am not one to pass off a dare.” He said with a fake smile, as his voice made the lie seem so true. The cabby believed him and started driving telling him about a stupid dare he was dared to do when he was Hunter’s age.

All hunter wanted the cabby to do was shut up, his sensitive ears could pick up the cabbies breathing to the tone of his voice and laughter. It was like he was against a speaker and it was on full blast. ‘It won’t be long. I can’t kill the cabby. He’s just doing his job. Can’t eat cabby. Can’t eat cabby. Need ride to woods. But the ******** cabby won’t shut the hell up!’ Hunter said in his mind as his ears started to hurt and his head slowly developed a head ach.

But it ended very soon. It only took the cabby 15 minutes to get to the country side, he spend through red lights however and the car ride was far from smooth, but all and all they arrived at the destination.

Hunter handed the cabby the 30 dollars. “It’s only 25 dollars kid.”
Hunter growled and spoke “Keep the change old man.” He said growling like an animal as his voice seemed to deepen. The man glared at hunter. “Fine whatever kid. Good luck.” Before the old cabby driver drove away he mumbled under his breath, “Ungrateful ******** kid.” It was in a whisper, but Hunter picked it up like a normal speaking conversation.

“yeah what ever ********.” He said to the man under his breath as the cab car drove away. Looking up at the full moon, Hunter could feel the effects of the change to his body start to happen. He rushed into the bush and stripped off his clothes, shoes shades and hat. Not wanting them to be torn.

Pain and intense heat filled his body, as the feeling of the many spiders crawling under his skin return.

Hunter could feel his body changing. Bones cracked and started to reform, his mouth started to grow, his teeth sharper, tong lengthen. Fur burst forth from his skin, covering his body. When the transformation was done, Hunter’s new wolf head raised up towards the moon to let out an out cry of a howl.

His hands and arms went to the ground, as he ran on all fours, hunting for his prey, to feed the hunger in his new wolf stomach. The thirst for the hunt and the taste of raw meat, finding his prey was easy, catching it on the other hand was a bit of a challenge. The deer ran off in panic, when it sensed hunter’s presence. Hunter ran with his wolf form, they were one on the hunt and one together always. He learned over the years it was better to be at peace with your beast form, then at war with it. So he accepted himself as the wolf and the wolf accepted itself as the human.

They dived together and sank their teeth into the neck of the deer and broke its neck with the powerful force of the bite. The feast was glorious, hunter could feel the raw meat and blood drip down his throat. The taste wasn’t the greatest in the world, but he learned to stand it. While feasting he heard the dying whisper of Patrick. His ears twitched and he broke into a run, his stomach was filled already, now the dying whispered called him forward and what he found sadden him. There before his eyes lay a man around his age dying from a vampire bite. Hunter knew that the man wouldn’t survive daylight. ‘I won’t let you die, it’s not fair. You weren’t even willingly turned to this. A monster like myself.’ He thought in his mind, picking up the dying man, whose skin felt cold against his hot warm fur. He ran off deep into the forest, running away from the light of day. He managed to get into a dark cave as the sun rose in the sky. He lay the vampire down and covered his body in the bear skin, from the bear he killed several nights before. It was enough to cover the boy, protecting him from the light. After wrapping Patrick in the furs of his many kills, he placed him at the back of the cave.

‘Now to get my clothes. Since you were just made, you won’t rise until night fall. I’ll be back ok.’ He said into his mind, while his wolf head looked at Patrick, before heading out to get his clothes. It didn’t take him long to get what he left the cave for, he return and started shifting back to his human form. It hurt like hell, but Hunter short of got used to the pain, he welcomed it because the pain met his humanity was coming back to him. He lay on the floor of the cave, panting and sweating. Trying to get back the lost energy he spent turning back to his human form. After laying there for a few minutes hunter regained himself and started to get dressed. When he was fully clothed, he leaned his back against the cave entrance, and put his hat over his eyes to get some shut eyes. The transformation took a lot out of hunter and he needed the rest.

Even though Patrick was quick and silent, Hunter could pick up his movement with his ears. He knew the fledgling would bite his neck to feed. ‘Just have to force myself not to relax, he’s not a threat. Think a wolf cub. They bite all the time. Think about a wolf cub.’ He thought to himself keeping his eyes closed. It was so hard for him to react, for the wolf to attack on instincts, but he forced himself to think of the lie he made in his head. Patrick was a wolf cub, not a vampire. Sweat dripped down his body as he controlled himself, when Patrick stopped and moved away, hunter’s eyes instantly opened.

They were wolf like in appearance. He could feel the blood dripping down his neck, his blood. That made the wolf angry, but hunter forced himself to relax. It felt like a tiger ripping at his chest, as he calmed the beat down and walked over too Patrick, after brushing the dirt off his hat and placing it back on his head. “I’m not going to attack you. Even though your kind and mine hate each other, but you’re going to have to feed. You need my blood to live. Yeah I know I sound like a ******** crazy insane man, but you have to believe me. Your not human anymore, you were killed and turned into a vampire. Usually the vampire who turns you takes you in and teaches you the basics, but yours just left you too die. I saved your life, if I left you in the sun you would have been toast.” Hunter looked at Patrick with a serious expression on his face, his wolf eyes showed sadness as he looked at Patrick.

“It’s hard to say this, but you are a vampire. You can’t get sick or die of old age, however sunlight is your enemy. So vampires have magic amulets that allow them too walk in daylight with out turning into a pile of ashes. Yet it drains a lot of energy. You need to feed more if you got that amulet. Basically you would need a pet to feed on. By pet I mean human slave. Crosses are not dangerous too you. Like some would say. Stabbing you in a heart would not kill you, but it would cause you a lot of pain. Let’s just say you don’t want to get stabbed. To kill you, they would have to cut out your heart and cut off your head and burn it and spread over holy ground. Like a grave yard. You don’t want to enter a church, just for the fact holy water can burn your skin. Takes years to heal that s**t.” Hunter said walking back and forth in front of Patrick, the tooth marks in his neck were starting to heal.

Hunter sat down a few feet away from Patrick, yet his now human eyes met Patrick’s enchanting ones. “Now that you’re undead, or a living immortal beauty of the night, I will tell you why you have the heeby jeebies about me. I am a werewolf, one a month I turn into a walking carpet. Like you I have instincts to hunt, but unlike you I eat my prey and you just drain the blood from your prey. Are kind naturally are enemies because we are so different. For one I still have a pulse, yet you need to feed on blood to get your pulse working and your heart beating. I have body heat, which is warming then the normal body heat of a human and I can walk into the sun without bursting into flames, while you can’t and the whole enslavement of my race didn’t turn out too well. So yeah basicly my kind and yours hate each other. But I am ranting on. You are hungry and need to feed, so I am going to help you along, since you are fighting withy our instincts and you fear me.”

Hunter said looking sadly at Patrick, his face then turned cold and serious as sweat dripped down his body, as he slowly moved closer to Patrick, in a manner of seconds, Patrick’s mouth and fangs were forced down on Hunter’s neck. The vampire fangs pierced almost the same spot from before. He held Patrick there, until the vampire started to suck on his blood.

Biting down on his lips causing it too bleed. Hunter focused on the pain of his lip, instead of the fangs in his neck. His eyes turned wolf like once more, as the wolf fought to change, thinking Patrick was a threat. ‘No he’s not bad. I can’t believe I am saying this and I am helping a vampire, but I know how it feels to be a monster. So wolfy let him feed for my sake. He’s not going to hurt us.’ Hunter told his wolf side in his mind as he felt Patrick starting to suck up the blood, flowing out of his neck.

Fighting to control his beast was the hardest thing that Hunter could do, but he had too. This newborn vampire needed to live and he had to help him do it. Even if he had to be fed on, which wasn't something he or the wolf that lived within him enjoyed.

Finally when he could tell the vampire had his fill, he pushed Patrick off of his neck, causing Patrick's fangs to tear somemore of his flesh. He groaned in pain and pressed his right hand on the wound. Looking at Patrick he spoke. "It will be ok, it will heal in like an hour. So All I have to do si stop the little bit of blood flow from the wound. But word of the wise, you have to learn to let go when you are done feeding. You won't be always feeding off of me pal, so if you don't want to make a vampire, you have to learn to stop." He said looking down at Patrick on the floor, his hand still holding the wound on his neck.

He smiled lightly at Patrick and sat down on the floor infront of the new vampire. "Hey no worries ok. See we are not fighting each other, we're friends. I wouldn't let you feed on me if we were enemies because it's a little creepy having someone suck your blood and fed on your neck. So what is your name anyway? My names Hunter Storm." he said offering his hand to shake Patrick's now warm hand.

Hunter may have held back the wolf, when it came to Patrick, but this new vampire he let the wolf take over him. When the vampire was busy with Patrick, he tore off his clothes and let the wolf burst forth from his skin. It was a much quicker transformation, then the night before, because the wolf thought that it and Hunter was threatened, so it had to take control fast.

Teeth became sharp, nails became claws, eyes turned wolf like, as the rest of his body became furry and animal like. His muscles expanded and grew, as his entire body was covered in fur. When the transformation was complete, Hunter dived onto the vampire, his mighty jaws biting down into the vampire’s neck, trying to crush the undead invader.

The vampire screamed in pain and ripped Hunter jaw’s apart, breaking them, as he threw the were wolf against the cave wall, with unhuman strength.
Blood dripped down from his now broken, jaw. His tong licked up the blood, before he charged in for another attack.

Using his claws this time, instead of his wounded jaw, tearing at the weaken vampire’s cold skin. The vampire master glared with anger. “If you will not tell me the answer to my question, you are of no use for me. Now die beast!” he shouted lifting Hunter up with telekinesis and throwing him hard against the spikes against the stone wall of the back of the cave. Hunter let out a howl of pain as the spikes pierced through his skin and hitting his organs.

Hunter could feel the blood flowing out of his body. He fought hard to keep himself awake, but the pain was too much. Blood had started to flow out of his mouth as well. “Sorry I couldn’t protect you.” Hunter said in an animal like voice, which was hard to make out because his jaw had just started to mend itself.

The vampire laughed and turned to Patrick. “One lesson I will teach you before you die. If you make a werewolf lose too much blood, they can die.” The master vampire said walking up to Patrick with a sadistic look on his face.

Hunter had awoken just in time to grabbed Patrick in his arms and moved out of the way of the spikes. Both Patrick and he ended up on the cave floor. Hunter landed on top; lucky for him Patrick could see the blush on his face because of the furry wolf mussel. Growling Hunter dived on the vampire, his clawed hand sinking into the flesh and pulling out the heart.

His anger and rage, caused the wolf to take complete control, leaving the human in the back of the mind, trapped until the beast’s anger subsided. It tore off the vampire’s head with such bloodiness and viciousness, that you would have thought it was a scene from a horror movie. Blood from the vampire poured everywhere around and on Hunter, staining his fur. Blood dripped out of the werewolf’s mouth like a fresh kill from the hunt.

The madness or vengeance didn’t stop there. The wolf continued to rip and tear at the flesh with its claws and fangs. Leaving the vampire in pieces on the floor, when the beast thought the vampire was dead, it turned its attention to Patrick, growling and slowly walked on all fours towards the newly vamp.

The wolf walked closer to the vampire. He was so close that his nose was rubbing against Patrick’s leg. It sniffed the vampire as if deciding if Patrick was pack or not. The wolf finally moved his snot up too Patrick’s face and gave him a small lick. Its tail wagged happily back an forth as he rubbed his blood fur against Patrick as a greeting to a fellow wolf pack member.

He lay on top of Patrick, while his snot was inches away from the vampires face. It seemed to Patrick the wolf was grinning or thinking of eating him. The wolf suddenly started to shed its skin and turn back into the now naked Hunter. The changing process only took a few minutes and Hunter lay on top of Patrick panting and breathing heavily. “sorry about back there kind of lost control, my buddy thought IO was in danger. He was right I guess. Hope you didn’t get too freaked out. Apparently after you heal my wounds, you became pack. Wolfy won’t hurt you Pat. So no worries. Man I’m tired and your wounds don’t look to good. How about you feed after I throw the rest of the vampire who attack up into the Sun.” he said with a smile and got up off of Patrick, not at all embarrass that he was fully naked. He gather the remaining pieces and threw them outside of the cave.

As the pieces were hit by the sun’s light, they burned to nothing more then ash. “He won’t be bothering us anymore.” Hunter said with a smile and picked up the fallen amulet, which was tore off the vampire in the fight. He handed it to the still fear filled Patrick. “This will allow you to walk in the sun and that wound on your arm will heal, with help from my blood.” Hunter said with a weak smile, his eyes were filled with sadness however, because to him he might have just lost another friend because of his wolf form. The look Patrick was giving him, made him hate himself.

He didn’t want to comment on the fact that his mouth now had the taste of raw meat and it was making him kind of sick. “You need to feed. I know you are afraid of me now and scare out of your wits, but you need to feed to heal your wounds.” He said walking over to Patrick and forcing the younger male too fed on his neck, like he did before. This time however the wolf didn’t even fight, it just lay asleep in the back of Hunter’s mind. Which allowed the man to relax; he wasn’t up to fighting the wolf right now. The battle took a lot out of him, then hunter thought.