by H. T. Night
There was a lot of facial hair in this place. Beards, side burns, and goatees were an obvious prerequisite to get into this joint. I hadn’t shaved in a couple weeks, so I assumed I was going to fit in. Boy, was I wrong.
I scoped out the joint to find a place to sit. This was a definite sausage fest. There were a few girls in the joint, but none seemed like they were here to do anything other than get shitfaced with their female friends. Something caught my eye in the back of the bar. Or should I say someone; he was the largest man I had ever seen. He looked like a Sasquatch. He had a braided brown goatee and a bald head shaved down to his scalp; just his presence alone demanded attention and, believe me, he had it.
I wasn’t in the mood to kick the biggest guy in the bar’s ass—not tonight. Thank God. But damn, he was a beast. I spotted an open stool in front of the bar area. I didn’t want to make much eye contact, because I really just wanted to chill out and drink. I did feel like every eye in the bar was on me. Even Sasquatch in the back was aware that I was in the bar. They must not get too many new folks in this place, I thought.
I walked up to the bar and sat on the lopsided stool in front of the counter. No wonder nobody was sitting here. The bartender’s back was to me. “Hey buddy,” I said, “I’ll have a Vodka Coke.”
The bartender turned around and he, too, had a goatee for days. He looked at me, slowly shook his head, and then turned back around.
“Excuse me,” I repeated. “I’d like a Vodka Coke.”
The bartender turned around again and motioned for me to lean in so he could speak in my ear. I obliged.
He whispered in my ear. “Get the fuck out of here you piece of shit. I don’t serve your kind.” And then he took a step back and smiled as if he had told me good wishes.
“My kind?” I said, shocked. “What the hell are you talking about? We’re both white males in our twenties. Except that you need a shave and a bath, we’re practically the same guy.”
“Listen you Mani fuck, I can have about ten Carni’s over here in two seconds. So, you either leave peacefully, or we can all have some fun tonight at your expense.”
I was completely surprised by the bartender’s comment. He knew I was a Mani? How could he tell? “How do you know?” I asked.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“I need to know. How could you tell?”
The bartender stared at me with utter amazement. “I can smell the filth on you. You reek.”
“Is that because you are a Carni?”
“Are you fucking for real, man?” The bartender was not having any more of my questions.
I didn’t care. I persisted, I needed to know. “Are you Carni? Is that why?”
“You have five seconds to leave.”
“Tell me and I’ll go.”
The bartender whistled across the bar. That was my cue to leave; he wasn’t playing games. Dammit, I didn’t even get a fucking drink.
I turned around and headed for the door. I could feel every eye in the place on me. My senses were tingling. This wasn’t good. I hurried out the front door and did not turn around. I passed the doorman. Was he a Carni? Did he set me up?
I was now in the parking lot and I could hear people behind me.
I got to my truck and reached into my pocket to grab my keys. I dropped them and leaned over to pick them up. Why was I so nervous? I unlocked my driver side door and got into my truck.
How the hell was I supposed to know this was a werewolf bar? Was there such a thing? Was I going to be running into this all the time? Had I been going to werewolf bars and clubs for a while now and never even known it?
I slid my key into the ignition. I put my truck in reverse, and began pulling out of the parking lot. Without warning, a man jumped on the hood of my truck like a wild animal. I slammed the brakes, the man leaped over my windshield and into the bed of my truck.
I jumped out of my vehicle. I guess this was going to go down. Dammit! Why the hell did things always have to go down with me?
“What the hell, man?” I yelled at the idiot in the bed of my truck. I turned around and there were five guys coming up behind me, one of them was that seven-foot monster. Fucking great!
“Look, I don’t want any trouble,” I yelled to the men approaching me.
“You asked for it, you Mani scum, the moment you set foot in our bar,” the smallest of the men called out. That was usually the case. The runt of the group always seemed to be the loudest.
I had no idea what I was up against if they all decided to jump me. How did I defeat werewolves? I was pretty sure all these guys were Carni; I had no idea how strong they could be. I knew that Mani strength was off the charts. But head to head, Mani versus Carni? I was in uncharted territory.
“Look,” I said, “this is all kind of new to me. So, let’s just call it a mistake and I’ll go on my way.”
“Ha ha. He’s a newbie,” the runt yelled out again. “Poor bastard. He’s just trying to find his way.”
“Exactly,” I replied, knowing full well I was being mocked by the little shit.
“Well just to let you know, rookie,” the little man continued, “when we have a dispute, we don’t settle it in bar parking lots. We have specific locations where we settle our scores. That way the Tandra don’t have to be involved in our business.”
“I don’t have a score to settle with any of you. I made a big mistake coming here. I’ll just leave.”
“This pretty boy is breaking my heart,” the guy in the bed of my truck said. “You almost want to just kill him here and put him out of his misery.”
“Is that what you think?” I asked. “That I’m a pretty boy?” Now my blood, or whatever runs through my veins, was boiling. It didn’t matter if I was human or vampire. I was still going to get no respect because of how I looked. “Okay, so how does this work? Do I fight one of you, all of you, or do I just pick which of you has the least teeth and we go from there?”
“This is between you and me.” A voice came from the bar entrance. It was the bartender. He had made his way out to the parking lot. He was about my height and about thirty pounds heavier.
“You?” I asked. “Why, because I ordered a drink?”
“No, because this is my bar and you disrespected it by coming here, knowing full well you aren’t welcome.”
“For your information, I was just telling the boys from Deliverance here that I haven’t looked online yet at which Carni bars and restaurants I need to avoid. This is all kind of new to me.”
“Mistake or not, you fucked up. We’ll meet at 2:30 at Barnes Ranch in the hills.”
“Where the hell is that?” I moaned.
“Someone get this fucker a GPS system or a Thomas Guide. It’s up in Anaheim Hills. Take Imperial Highway as high as you can. You can’t miss it. It’s the last ranch you hit before the mountains. So, go round up your Mani cohorts and we’ll make it a party.”
I stared at the bartender. If he was a human, I knew I could kick his ass in seconds. But I had no idea how strong a werewolf was. Did they only get strong on a full moon? I had no idea what the hell I was up against. I sighed and asked, “Are we done here?”
“You better show up, Blondie, or we’ll hunt you down.”
“Hunt me down? You serious?” The bartender glared back at me and I looked him in the eye, “I’ll be there, scruffy.”
The guy on the bed of my truck hopped off on cue. How did this happen? I wasn’t gone for an hour and I seemed to have pissed off all of the Carni Nation. I cautiously got into my truck. My door was still open from when I jumped out. I got in slowly and started my engine. I closed my door. I eased out of the parking lot, making sure I didn’t hit any of those assholes. God knows I wanted to.
What the hell did I just get myself into? A fight? At some ranch? What is this? The Outsiders? I looked at the clock and it read 10 p.m. I had four and a half hours before this stupid fight. They wanted me to round up my Mani counterparts. Did I have Mani counterparts? I knew
four Mani, and none of them would be eager to come with me to a slaughter.
I decided it was time to go find Lena. I had ignored her long enough. I had enough time to find her before the fight, I just hoped she wasn’t too pissed at me for ignoring her.
I pulled into a Taco Bell parking lot. I figured I would transition into the eagle so I could get to Lena’s home faster. I hadn’t transitioned from Mani to eagle that many times, and to be honest, I wasn’t sure how to fully control it. It wasn’t like I could say something like “alla kazam” and presto, I was now an eagle.
I put my keys under my seat and left my door unlocked. I got out and walked behind a Dumpster so no one could see me. I closed my eyes and imagined I was turning into the white eagle. At first, nothing happened. How the hell did I do this before? I relaxed and concentrated. I felt a rush of wind come over my body, which is what happened the other times when I had transitioned.
In an instant, my eye level dropped three feet. I was no longer six feet in height. I was a three-foot tall eagle. I tilted my head to look at my body and extended my wings. Something caught my eye across the street. My reflection in the glass of an office building was magnificent. Damn, I was beautiful. What a gorgeous creature. For a brief second, I forgot I was looking at myself. It was like I was at a nature exhibit, staring at some rare, nearly extinct eagle. But I wasn’t, I was staring at myself. I was the white eagle. For the first time, the reality of me being this animal was extremely real to me. It was heartbreaking. I was no longer Josiah, the man. I was Josiah, the thing. I was a freak of nature, an unnatural beast-bird-man with a tragic path ahead of me, if the last two weeks were any indication of what I faced as The Chosen One. The body count alone was ripping up my heart and sometimes made me question who I really was now, and what I was. Was I good or was I evil? Was I a man or a creature? I didn’t have the answers yet. I didn’t know if I ever would. I teared up and shook my tears off my beak.
I looked around and saw no one near me, so I knew it would be safe to fly. I flew up awkwardly. Flying was surreal, and I didn’t quite know how to shift my weight just yet. I got some good momentum and flew high in the sky above the clouds so no one could see me. I still wasn’t fully comfortable with the whole flying aspect of all of this. It was terrifying at times. It was hard to judge my speed and landing was a total bitch.
I took off in the direction of Lena’s trailer park, hoping she would be there. The air felt amazing. Flying was a spectacular feeling. I’d had dreams that I could fly in the past and it definitely didn’t feel like this in my dreams. This had a sense of delicacy to it. It wasn’t a gliding feeling like I had imagined flying to be, it felt more like a sleek missile ready to barrel into anything in its way.
It only took about ten minutes to get back to the Inland Empire. I decided to fly over a park across the street from Lena’s place. There was an old barn at the Far East end of the park. And about two football fields’ worth of grass in front of it. I decided to land on the grass. I knew my landing was going to be rough;, it always was. I made sure no one could see me. I circled the grass a couple of times. Damn, I was horrible at this. I aimed down to the ground and of course, went much faster than I wanted to. I slammed into the earth and rolled like a sack of potatoes falling out of a delivery truck. I decided to transition back to my Mani form immediately, so I wouldn’t break my wings.
I finally stopped rolling and I was face first in the dirt with a mouth full of mud. Yummy. I got up, spit the mud out, and brushed myself off. Where did my clothes go when I transitioned? They were always back on my body when I returned to my human form. I couldn’t quite figure out why. Definitely something I need to ask about.
I jogged across the street over to Lena’s trailer park. I found her trailer and walked up to it. I knocked on the door. There was no answer. I knocked a couple more times and still there was no answer. I was about to give up when I heard a squawk from above. A beautiful red hawk landed right in front of me. It appeared to be either Yari or Lena.
Chapter Two
The mesmerizing hawk stared at me intently. I waited for it to change, to take on its human form. Instead, it stood perfectly still, staring me down. Minutes felt like hours when the bird finally bent down and transitioned into Lena. She still didn’t say anything. I could sense that she was not sure how to greet me. Quite frankly, I wasn’t sure how to greet her either.
“You look pale,” she said. Hmm, not exactly a hello.
“So do you,” I replied. But I thought, look who’s talking.
She glanced down at the concrete behind me. “I thought you had run off or something.” She then kicked a pebble across the asphalt.
“Run off? That’s not my way. I am sometimes just…incommunicado.” I watched her. She was beautiful. Her jet-black hair looked shorter than I remembered. She must have cut her hair since I’d last seen her. She was wearing a black tank top with black stretch pants. I stated the obvious. “You cut your hair.”
“Sure did.” She looked down and then back up at me.” Why didn’t you answer your phone calls or answer the door when I came by?”
“I have no idea what I’m doing.”
“Do you think I do?” Lena was now visibly upset.” Remember, I’m this way because of you.”
“It was what you wanted, Lena.”
“It was what I wanted when Atticai was here. Now, I’m not sure. I’m not even sure what our purpose is.”
“Don’t look to me for answers. I’m completely in the dark. Literally and metaphorically.”
“Yeah, that makes two of us,” she murmured. Lena opened the door to her trailer. “Come in.” she said. “You know that’s a rule?”
“What is?”
“We can’t enter a human’s home unless we’re invited in.”
“Really?”
“It’s a stupid rule, but we need to live by it.”
“Silly me. I didn’t get my rule book when I joined up.”
I entered her trailer home and apparently, her parents weren’t there. I didn’t see any cars parked out front. “I don’t even know which is myth, and which is real.”
“Most of what you find on Wikipedia is myth, but there are some serious truths.”
“I figured out the sunlight one real fast.” I mentioned.
“Yeah, that one’s a bitch, and the only way I can get out of that is to transition.”
I sat down on the couch in the living room and asked, “what about the whole drinking blood part?”
“There are ways around that. Eventually, we do need blood or we’ll weaken.”
“Are you able to eat other things?”
“Not really. I get very sick.”
“I haven’t gotten sick yet. I’m able to eat the same things I had ate before.”
“You’re lucky,” Lena said as she sat cross-legged in the middle of the floor. She was so much more beautiful than I remembered.
Lena caught me looking at her. I could tell it made her a bit uncomfortable. “Have you had any human blood?”
“Just yours.” I laughed awkwardly.
“I heard that once you drink blood, your stomach aches for more and your taste buds turn against human food. And then the desire hits you like a brick to your chest. You just gotta have it.”
“So, have you had human blood?”
Lena’s fidgety movements made me concerned. I wanted answers to my serious questions. “Yes, I have,” she whispered under her breath.
“Wow,” I said flabbergasted. “You didn’t waste any time.”
“Don’t act so holier than thou, Josiah. You’ll get a craving and when it hits, you will have very few choices.”
“Who was it?” I probed.
“Remember our little frat buddies?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s just say Ron’s fat ass had enough blood for four Mani.”
“Did you kill him?”
“I let him live.”
“Aren’t you afraid he’ll say something to so
meone?”
“You do know we have a thing called mind control? The weak Tandra are receptive to it. It actually saves their lives. Otherwise, I would have killed him because he knew too much.”
“So, mind control is true?”
“Some of us have it, and some of us don’t. We are all given gifts from the Triat. It’s up to us to figure out what they are. Some are prophets, some can heal, some can control minds, and some can read minds. Atticai was able to read minds. That’s why he liked you.” Lena paused. A longing in her eyes made it clear that she wasn’t over Atticai.
“Where do you think he went? Do you think I killed him?”
“I don’t know Josiah; you pierced his neck real good. Just like humans, none of us are entirely sure what happens to Mani when they die. The hereafter is all a big dark secret. There are theories but no proof.”
“So, no one knows where Mani go when they disappear?” I asked.
“There are rumors the same way there are with mortals. There are tales of an afterlife: Mani given a second chance, a rebirth, even a chance at being mortal again. But there are not enough facts about it. No one really knows what happens, not for sure.”
“So, when a vampire dies, they just disappear?”
“Yes. Otherwise there would be dead vampires everywhere. By now, humans would have had a field day with the autopsies.”
“Is that what happened to Tommy? Is that what happens to the Carni?”
“Actually, no. The Carni are as close to humans as you can get, with a lot of the DNA threads very common to both. Mani history goes back as far as 10,000 years ago. While Carni history is just 500 years young.”
“How’s that?” I had been under the impression that werewolves and vampires were manifested at the same time.
“Mani believe that Carni are an inferior species. Werewolves believe in a lot of myth and untruths.”
