"There were... I don't know what they were. They looked like wolves, but at the same time... I don't know. They tore up the place pretty good, as you probably saw. One tried to attack me, but I shot at it, I only hit its shoulder, but I think I scared it off." Marcus turned around, and looked at his son in the bed, "Another one attacked my son. I think he's probably more scared than anything... I don't know what happened." Marcus looked at the floor, he felt defeated for not being able to protect his son more effectively.
He sigh, glad that no one was hurt badly as he look around. "I'll stay here for the night. But I should go back and get my shotgun, though I don't want to leave you here unprotected. Their might be more..." He then remember his dog downstairs. "Here boy..get up here!" The dog rush up stairs barking. "Shh..." He pet his dog as he look around. "I can watch downstairs, and let my dog stay up here to help protect."
Frank heard Jess' growl of impatience. His beta was hungry, and that much he could agree with. It had been so long since he feasted on meat he couldn't stand it either. Tonight had to be the night.
They then ran off, round a corner and down the streets, looking for expendable humans. The wind lapped at their fur, causing wind resistance, and charged acoss the road. He was feeling a slight oain in his shoulder, but the presence of his beta, and the adrenaline her presence gave him was enough to keep him going.
Do you want to pick who we attack or do you want me to pick?
Marcus sighed and scratched the dog's head, "Your name's Richard right? I don't know that hanging out downstairs is that smart, but on the other hand my bar has three giant holes in it and no one's guarding my booze. You seem like the kinda guy who knows what he's doing though, so if you have to wait down stairs I think you'll be all right."
The two wolves crawled along, stalking the streets, shadows flashing on their bodies from the lights like mysterious shadow puppets.
Over time, they came up to a house standing in fromt of them. Frank knew very little of the house, yet Jess had been there many times, for this was the house of one of her friends, known as "Cokesy".
For a moment, both wolves were confounded by how to get into the building, but Jess knew what to do. Moving round to the back of the house, she saw the back door open, as Coksey preferred it. She moved nearer, then slunk onto the house, closing quickly on the smell of adolescent teenager
OCC: presumably Oneirius should pint out the werewolves to tomtom, so as not to reveal our identity
"Ok...just make sure my dog stays up here." As richard push the dog in the room and close the door. He went down stairs and look around, hoping nothing there as he pull out his gun and sat down on a table in a corner. The only way to make sure nothing sneaks up behind him as he look at the holes, and what kind of animal could have done that.
Oh, and Oneirus, if you don't want us to kill Cokesy, just say okay?
The two werewolves slipped through the open back door, hiding in the shadows to avoid being noticed by anyone apart from themselves. It wasn't going to be that difficult but they still wanted to avoid any risks of an adult intervening, espicially if it was Cokesy's foster parents.
Once inside, the two werewolves crept across the chequered kitchen floor, using enhanced sight to avoid any cupboards and other obstacles that would make noise whilst moving around in the dark.
Be calm, Frank, you can't lose it now. But it was very hard to avoid the excitement. The smell of adolescence and sweat was overwhelmingly tempting and he couldn't resist any more.
Climbing up the staircase, the smell became even more intense. He couldn't control himself now, and he had doubts his beta could either. Looking over at her, he could sense her need, her temptation and her desire. Cokesy was all three.
The two werewolves then stormed through the door, shocking the 16 year old awake. Cokesy screamed and tried to get up out of bed, but it was too late, as the two werewolves pounced on him and started to tear at his bedclothes. In a matter of milliseconds they had gotten through the thin fabrics of his clothes and started to claw away at the skin. Thirty seconds in and they were starting to eat away at various organs. It was then that the pleasure kicked in.
Frank became high off adrenaline. The blood triggered some aincient chemical reaction lodged in his brain; created by this "curse" as the townsfolk liked to call it. He looked over at his beta, and could smell the sweat that this pleasure gave her. Nothing could equal to a good feed.
Five minutes in the room and they heard a noise coming from down the corridor.
"Cokesy? What's going on in there?"
Cokesy's foster parents! Run! He barked the warning at his beta and threw himself out the window, onto a car roof, before rolling off and dashing out onto the streets, looking for more blood to trade for pleasure and adrenaline with his beta.
Cokesy's foster parents came in, and were instantly shocked by what they saw. By the time the police came round, all that remained was a dented car roof, a broken window, a torn up and blood stained bed, and the torn up and blood stained remains of John "Cokesy" Cokes, blood drying around his black hair, chest and arms, like some sickening art display, whilst the artists charged off into the night.
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