twisted creatures

feeling different

Dream
"No! He's mine! Give Him back!" A woman screamed.
Type shuttered.
His eyes drifted rapidly under his eye lids, his body quivered.
Gasping, type opened his eyes wide, darting them around.
Shuffling to his back, type groaned shutting his eyes.
He placed his hands over his eyes rubbing them.
"What the fuck was that?"
Groaning, type sat up looking around a bit tired.
He had a weird dream, couldn't really see what was going on just a voice.
Peering to the side, he slightly smiled.
There was a tray filled with delicious food.
Peering to the table he saw money. His smile vanished.
This prick!
Shaking his head, type slowly shuffled his way to.the edge, laying his legs over, gripping the edge eyeing the food.
So what am i now to him. An escort? Prostitute? His toy?
Types eyes furrowed.
Taking a deep breathe, type twitched.
Bringing his hands up he eyed them questionally.
You....drunk his blood. Why? There has too be after effects to consuming.
Shaking his head, he reached over to grab some fruit.
Oddly, he didn't seem hungry.
Shrugging, he continued to eat slowly not trying too look at the clock.
Type wanted to be in ignorance for a bit longer of what he had done and how late it probably was.
Consuming half the tray, type stood up feeling a bit weird.
Taking a deep breathe, type turned his head to look at the clock, facing the music. He smirked.
It was 3 in the morning.
Has long has I'm back before 6 ill be fine.
Getting dressed he eyed the end table with the money.
Grabbing it, he counted over 300 dollars.
Rolling his eyes he placed it on the tray.
Leaving, type walked looking forward.
He was confused.
Everything seemed more illuminated, focused and different. He couldn't really comprend why.
Taking deep breathes, type wondered what this vampiric blood was doing to him. Who was he dreaming about? Would he see the vampire again? Did he think of him just a piece of ass like his pack did?
Biting his lower lip, type was unsure about so many things and confused.
At home, he hesitated at the back door.
It took him maybe 15 minutes to walk back but 30 to get to.the hotel.
Shaking his head Type wanted to go to his room.
Once inside his father, oddly type could hear his heart beat, shaking his head He went to check on the girls.
Opening the door he smiled. They both were sleeping soundly.
His smile vanished, his lips parted. Oddly he could hear there heart beats.
He took a step forward eyeing allys neck.
Opening his eyes wide, he quickly, quietly closed the door. Rushing to his room he locked his door.
Going to his bed he laid on his back breathing heavily.
What the fuck type! What the hell is wrong with you!
After a few moments, type looked to the ceiling confused.
He wasent hot like he normally was.
Type felt cold.
Getting up he rushed too the bathroom taking off all his clothes, except his boxers.
Looking himself over, he looked the same but felt different.
Taking a deep breathe, type went back to the bed to lay on his side looking at the wall.
What did drinking that blood do to me?
Squeezing his eyes shut he just wanted time to move forward.
The next 3 week's were difficult for type. For whatever reason he could not transform. Type tried but failed.
Each day he would provoke his father so he wouldn't be able to run with his pack.
He also had days where he would stay up all night and sleep all day also type would consume the blood from the steaks.
Type regretted drinking the vampires blood. He knew it was because of him.
After dinner, type went to his shower taking a cold one. He felt extremely bad all day long. Leaning partly down Type placed his hand over his mouth. Only His canines came down.
He groaned in pain.
Crouching down he squeezed his eyes shut, unknown to him his body went pale, his eyes turned bright blue, his temperature also went cold.
Taking a few deep calming breathes, he was able to straighten himself up.
Opening his eyes everything was blurry.
Cautiously, type got out, weakly shuffling to the sink.
Placing his hands to either side of the sink for support, he hung his head.
"What the fuck!"
Breathing heavily, his body started to turn to normal.
His canines went back.
Gulping type looked up too see his gold eyes intensifying.
Turning, he walked to his bed Flopping down on the bed on his stomach.
Turning to his side, beads of sweat poured over him. He wrapped his arms around himself, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. The pain was unbearable.
"Shit!" He hissed.
Instantly his body tore into a wolf.
Type instantly was up to sway back and forth.
His eyes went back into his head and the wolf type fell to its side falling instantly asleep.
Waking, type looked to the side feeling a bit like his old self.
Gulping he looked to the clock it was 630.
Back in his human form, type got weakly up.
Dressed he was over the opened refrigerator door eyeing the bloody steaks for dinner.
Licking his lips he consumed them all.
Over the stove type now felt like himself however, he was confused. It had been 3 weeks. How could the vampire blood still be inside?
Hanging his head, his father shuffled to the fridge opening it, looking about.
"Where are the steaks?"
Type grimanced.
"They....went bad...had to throw them out."
Krai leaned his head up too walked over to type slamming the door.
He hit him up side the head.
"You fucking liar! Where are they..."
Without his knowledge, type had turned around, to grab his father by his throat, to have him be up in mid air a bit.
Types eyes narrowed, he squeezed a bit. His eyes turned bright blue.
Krai scratched at his wrists.
Feeling the pain Type came back.
Eyes darting, they turned gold.
Lips parted, he let his father go, a bit confused. What did i just do?
Taking his father down slowly, he unwrapped his hand.
"Dad I'm.."
Types face went to the side then he was on his knees, head hung, arms wrapped around his stomach in pain.
Breathing, he tried to find his lungs. His father had punched and kneed him in the stomach.
Krai looked to him in anger.
"If you ever do anything thing like that again to me! Ill throw your ass out! Now make breakfest and do your chores!"
Parting, type took calming breathes.
Why did i do that?
Calming himself, type shakily got up.
The rest of the day type stayed away from everyone doing his chores. He could not wait for school to come back.
After completing everything, he left with his hood over his head, head hung to take a walk alone.
Thoughts swirled.
Why was he still.feeling and Acting this way?
What did the vampire blood do to him?
How could he do That to his dad?
Why did it take him so long to transform?
How Much longer would he be like this?
It was starting to scare him a bit.
Walking, he stopped.
A car had stopped to the side, he could hear the window going down.
Taking a deep breathe, he looked to the side, eyes widen.
It was the vampire.
His eyes furrowed.
All this is your fucking fault!
Tharns eyes darted. They stopped when he could see the bruise on his face.
He leaned over to open.the passenger door.
Type gulped looking down to the ground.
"You...should keep driving."
Walking, tharn drove slowly, still with the passenger side door open.
After Maybe a minute, type stopped looking up at the sky.
Tharn stopped, raising an eye brow.
"What do you want vampire?"
His eyes narrowed.
"Mmm...come lose yourself with me pup."
Types lips parted.
Looking to the side at tharn. The offer was appealing after all he'd been through. But Type...its his fault.
Rolling his eyes, type wanted too.lose himself.
Stepping towards the car he hopped in slamming.the door.
Tharn looked him up down with smile. Looking forward he drove them off.