A Werewolves Hatred

Chapter 1:



Jake’s eyes narrowed into simple slits as he looked in front of him. Next to him stood a woman of small stature, but a curvy one at that. His thoughts drifted from words of wisdom to mere curses at the meaningless fight between a werewolf and a vampire in front. Quick hands drew his sword and he stepped forward.



“Quit it.” His voice was clear and his raven hair gave his skin an eerie tint. He saw the fear that flashed through the eyes of the Werewolf, while relief washed over the young vampire. Jake didn’t plan to give either of them a chance to escape. His blade flashed through the air quicker than either thought. The silver in it did sting the werewolf, but what killed him was the decapitation. The vampire didn’t get a chance to run. Jake’s sword was directly at his neck as he spoke again, “Insignificant little weakling. You don’t deserve the title of vampire if you pick a fight in your first year.” The alarm on the other’s face just gave it all away for Jake. It also finalized his decision. His female partner stood right by his side, though she didn’t speak a single word against what Jake was saying.



“Pl-please, sir, I won’t do-“He was cut off by a hiss of pain. The pain replaced the words that he would have been saying. Across his neck was a fairly large gash, but not nearly enough to kill the youngling. “S-s-sir?” He begged weakly, but Jake didn’t hear him. He had turned away.



“I won’t waste my time by killing you; I’ll leave those slayers to have fun with you.” He motioned for the woman to follow, and just like a puppy she followed. His eyes glittered with amusement as he smelled the fear radiating off the weakened youngling. It was such a sweet smell to him.



“Jake?” The woman asked questioningly. Jake’s eyes gazed over her, the emerald gleam of them giving him an almost crazed look. She took his attention as the chance to continue; worry lacing every word she spoke. “You’re getting colder…I can feel that you don’t care anymore…This isn’t you! You should be laughing again, but while we were traveling, while we learned of the end of this war, you’ve not smiled since. You’ve smirked, sneered and grinned, but not a real smile with REAL happiness.” She ended up mumbling by the end of her speech. Jake just stared at her before moving on.



She had seen this coming and she jogged to catch up with the man who was striding to get away. “JAKE! Listen to me.” She said grabbing the left arm, she saw the scar that run down it, his pinstriped vest not even covering part of his arm, so the full terror was visible. “I…I think you should go see Tryken. He’s rumored to be staying in the park…It’ll do you good!” She cried. She was stunned as a pale hand reached out and slapped her across the face. “Jake?” She mumbled. She was softer, gentler than Jake managed to be.



“Masa,” He began slowly, “I have no desire to see that Werewolf until I am sure that neither of us will be put in the position of killing the other. Do not force what will not happen.” He turned away from her and walked away from her at an alarming speed. The girl, Masa followed him with a scowl and a grimace at the pain.



“My name is not Masa, Jake. It’s Miranda.” She said with venom. Jake shrugged and walked away. He was heading towards a meeting spot with their sire. “Why must you always be so cold?! The Sire didn’t intend for this to happen at all!” She said before Jake’s abrupt stop made her worried. “I…I didn’t mean it Jake…” She muttered, not in fear, but rather in regret. She had gone too far…Bringing what the Sire had intended for Jake into this was too much.



“Go home Miranda, I can meet our Sire alone. I will meet him alone this time.” He said with a sharp edge. She didn’t dare disobey her sired older brother. She turned and walked away, her pride defeated for the moment, but she was already thinking of a way to pair them together. She needed Tryken to cool Jake down, but would he remember her? Or would she be attacked? She didn’t know, but with Jake’s retreating back, she knew that she had no chance right now.



Jake didn’t pay much attention to her leave. His eyes were focused in front of him. He was terrified to meet his sire alone. He had never met him alone. He had never been anywhere near him alone. Fear made him tighten his jaw, but before he could react, he was in the street. Time seemed to slow down; the man standing on a far corner gave Jake a chance to run. Jake’s Sire seemed to sense the fear, he did every time. Jake didn’t run though. He never would.



Obviously, his sire didn’t know Jake too much. Jake walked up to him with a small frown. “Sire…”



“Where’s Miranda?” The man asked, his red eyes gleaming with something that made Jake want to step back, but he kept up the shield of being dark, morbid and rather cold.



“Home, she started talking of something that didn’t involve her.” He answered darkly.



“We need to talk.”



“About what?” Jake asked curiously.



“You’ll see.” He said as he turned and walked away. Jake only knew to follow, not of where they were going or what he was doing. Somehow, he trusted this man. That was why Jake let himself just slip into his thoughts as his body followed the man without instruction. His feet hit the ground in solid steps as he looked around him sadly. Inside, nothing was too sad, rather more angry and regretful than anything.



Over the past hundred years, Jake had noticed himself slowly fading from those around him. He had withdrawn from everything that he knew and had even started to act sour towards Masa. A smile turned his lips, but he didn’t see the questioning gaze of the man who had sired him. No, in his mind he remembered something that had long since died a feeling rather from when he was a child.



Back when Jake was human, when he had actually been nineteen living at his home, there had been this boy, a farm aid really. The boy had been amazingly beautiful with tanned skin, blonde hair and grey eyes. Of course, Jake had instantly taken a liking to him, memories of nights spent doing unholy things under the stars flooded him and for once, the vampire resisted the urge to cry. It was a memory that faded with bitterness as he remembered the death the boy had suffered…



Decapitation because he had stared at Jake while he had tried to operate some sort of cutting machine, Jake had never been savvy on the names of those things. A shudder racked the vampire’s shoulders and it was just another thing that made the sire worry for his offspring. Jake was falling apart at the seams. There was something missing in him, a friend of sorts that would keep his mind off the war, and as much as he hated the idea, maybe the Lord of the Werewolves had been right…Maybe it was time for some sort of reunion for their oldest boys.



“Jake. Change of plans.” He said tapping the raven’s shoulder. Surprise and rage filled those emerald eyes and Jake lashed out for a second before the sire had both his arms pinned and Jake was suddenly aware of the compromising situation that he was in. If he had been mortal, a blush may have crossed his features.



“Where are we going now?” Curiously filled his voice as Jake looked over his shoulder at the older vampire.



“Werewolf territory. You fight me, you’ll regret it.” There was a tone of force in the man’s voice that made Jake realized how futile it really would be to try and escape, but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t argue.



“You know very well I’m not allowed to be seen there! He’s…NO! Sir, you can’t do this!” Jake muttered before he managed to get a limb free. He turned on the older man, his body tense and the ghost pain in his scar burning at the memory of who he had been around when he had gotten it. “Sire, I can’t go through with that…Give me two more days until the meeting. It’s impossible for me to kill myself…”He said with a morbid smile across his features. Somehow, it gave him the glint of a feral predator that was on the verge of suicide.



Perfect.



The worry was visible in the new wrinkles of the other. Jake didn’t know how old the sire was, he had never bothered to ask, but as his eyes met his sire’s eyes, he realized why this man was the sire. Jake’s hand flew to his sword as he muttered something along the lines of a death threat. Jake knew how to kill another vampire…that or he at least knew how to wound them enough for a slayer to be able to find them…like before.



“Jake, you’re going downhill again.” The older male spoke with wisdom, but Jake refused to listen…He couldn’t bear the thought of facing Tryken before he had mentally prepared himself. “I will make you see this Werewolf, even if it means fighting you and bringing your bloody body to him.” The sire retorted to the look that Jake cast him.



“Well, it’ll have to be my motionless body then because I’ll fight you before I go down another street towards that place.” Long ago, right after Jake and Tryken had left this city; the creatures of the night had divided it up evenly between those allied with Vampires and those allied with Werewolves. It really was a pleasant thought to have. Though, it was not one that the sire agreed much with. He had never liked the idea of separating a city for a war between nocturnal creatures. After all, those humans would just suffer more because of it.



“Jake…you are such a blundering fool. You don’t realize people who know what’s best. A pity.” The sire muttered as he charged at Jake. Out of nowhere, two daggers were drawn and Jake felt a sting down his arm. The bastard had gone for the scar on a night that Jake hadn’t fed! It was payback time.



Steady hands ripped a sword from its place at Jake’s hip. Jake swung the blade to defend a few more attacks as black blood spilled from the open wound…A slayer would be attracted soon. Two fighting vampires was not something that they would let go. After all, they could be fighting over a human, but in this case, it was something that would confuse those slayers. It would make them wonder for the sanity of their prey.



Pity that Jake was too blind with rage to notice the events around him and that he had been able to slice his opponent a few times. Jake’s mind slipped from the thought of getting back at the other to the thought of getting away. He took a risky attack at the other and then jumped back. Jake had the advantage of at least three hundred years youth on the other. He would manage to get away fine since Jake was just entering his prime years, while the other was fading.

The raven haired man turned and fled.



He didn’t want to, but he knew he would lose. He didn’t know where he was going until the park came into view. His eyes opened wide as he stared before him. A…werewolf and a Vampire were talking peacefully, laughing, chasing their siblings around…Jake’s hand clasped over the wound down his left arm as he grabbed the bracer that the sire had once given him. With anger and annoyance, he threw the bracer towards the image, watching as the memories faded away like ripples in a pond.



“God damn this all!” He cried as he moved towards where the images had been playing. The memory of Tryken chasing that ever annoying brat of a Werewolf around brought a dangerous smile to his features. He looked towards the forest where they had chased a poor mortal male until he was at the end of his wits and begging for mercy.



It had been so much fun, but it had died quickly.



Jake sighed softly and looked at the blood splattered attire he wore. The pinstripe, sleeveless vest had been white and black, but there were certain splashes of blood around it. It would have been rather sickening to most to see the already scabbing wound, but Jake just stared at it in wonder. He didn’t notice the approaching feet or even the heavy smell of something animalistic. He was busy pitying himself for such a horrible and hard life he had.



“Looky here guys, its Jake Coroner…Won’t Tryken be glad to see this one.” A black transformed one spoke with a certain morbid glee in his voice. Jake looked up, his sword still drawn and ready.



“Go tell Tryken to fuck himself and that I’ll see him at the meeting. We’re on peace terms until after that meeting.” Jake spoke with a practiced ease, something that made him want to gag in disgust. When had he become so mannered? When he was younger, he would have just charged the other, without a worry of being hurt.



“Awww, I think someone misses his buddy.” They were drawing too close for Jake’s comfort, but he realized something that he wouldn’t have when he was younger.



They wouldn’t hurt him if he didn’t give them a good reason to…He put the blade back at its place on his hip and spoke calmly to them, “Did Tryken send his puppies out to find me?” It was a question meant to mock them, too bad most Werewolves were too slow y to catch on to the insult. Pity, their reactions would have been funny to Jake.



“No, we were just out hunting.”



“So, that’s what you call spying nowadays.” Jake retorted calmly as he watched them make a move towards the forest. He wasn’t stupid; he knew that Tryken had set this up. Tryken had never been one for out smarting his Vampire friend, now was no such difference.



“Shut it before you regret your words, vampire!” They spit out the name of his race like it was poison. Jake had no idea why, but the very action gave him such pride. Though, he did keep silent and let them have their pathetic victory. It wasn’t worth a fight with these dumb brutes…Though, once again he felt like he was trapped. He could have easily gotten away, but the vampire wanted to meet with Tryken and get it over. He also wanted to die and finally rest, but that wasn’t something he would really allow to happen just yet. Maybe after this war had shown that was it finally done with?



“You couldn’t make me eat them even if you managed to slit my throat.” A growl tore through the air and Jake found himself pinned to a tree. He looked into the yellow eyes, but said nothing more. After a few moments of the Werewolf panting on his neck and muttering incoherent things, Jake was freed and allowed to follow. It amused him to no end that the werewolves seriously thought that Jake was under their control for the moment.



“That was a stupid move, Vampire! You’re lucky Tryken really wants to meet you, too bad we’ll have to leave. I feel like it’ll be a nice bloody affair and I’d truly love to rip a limb from your body and watch your pretty face twist in agony.” The Werewolf sneered at Jake, but all that really came across was a disgusting look of useless lust.



“If you are that desperate, I bet you could find a whore in heat.” He said calmly as he saw the figure ahead of them. He moved in front of them, ignoring the sounds of a fight and plenty of growling. No one said that Jake had ever not been a smart ass. He had just gotten a sharper tongue. “Hey…” He said softly to the figure of his friend.



“Long time no see.” Tryken said as he moved towards Jake. Next thing the Vampire saw was darkness. Though he knew he had said something before that punch came.



“Oh shit.”



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After how he had treated Tryken...That\'s something he totally deserves...Let me clarify a few things first about this whole thing...In the beginning, Jake walked in on a fledgling fighting a werewolf, he killed the werewolf and left the Fledgling for dead. The woman he was with was NOT the fledgling. That\'s Miranda, his younger sister. As for the whole meant for a bigger purporse thing that pissed Jake off, it\'s a long story involving an old roleplay on neopets.



BECAUSE...when I was a lot younger, I roleplayed on Neopets, found this girl I had a great time roleplaying with and each weekend, for about six hours, we would have a Creatures of the Night roleplay where I played a younger Jake and she played a younger Tryken...many stories to bring in from that one. The basic thing is that someone played the sire and they had a purpose for Jake to end up a suicide vampire...meaning he got close and killed an important Werewolf, but didn\'t make it back...Which was the reason that Miranda had all the pressure on her. Now that\'s changing and Jake\'s getting all depressed...



Hope I cleared some things up for everyone...