The Silver Fang

by Silver Fang (NCP) (lit)

  "Shoot!" I cursed knowing that the noise probably woke the dead.

  As I entered, a wave of stagnant, warm air floated over my face, stealing my breath away. The moon’s light cast ominous shadows around the barn, but I did not need the light to see my intended target. "God bless you, old man." I whispered, thankful the car was parked exactly where he’d said it would be. Staring into the dimly lit building, I waited patiently for any sign of the creatures that hunted me. Nothing!

  I bolted for the car, wrenching on the door handle. Locked!

  My hands were shaking as I raced to the passenger side, it was locked also. Just my bloody luck. "Who leaves their car keys in the car when it’s locked?" I grumbled to myself, getting angrier by the minute. From what I could see, the car looked to be in good condition and the keys were exactly as the old man said, in the ignition. I screamed internally as I kicked the door of the car.

  I was going to get messy. That thought made me chuckle softly as I looked down at the cuts and bruises from the battle with the werewolves. I quickly removed my leather jacket while moving back to the driver side, wrapping my arm and gun in its velvety protection. I struck the weapon against the glass shattering the window, sending shards of glass onto the front seat and barn floor.

  Tossing the gun and jacket into the car, I bent down to unlock the door. That was when the hair on my neck bristled standing on end. Clenching my fists, I swerved around to meet the beast, sensing the evil clawing at my mind. The creature’s power engulfed me, sending fear pulsing through my veins. Waving my hands, I frantically tried shoving the wicked energy away, to no avail. I backed slowly up against the car and reached in grabbing my gun, never taking my eyes off its amber demonic stare. Gun in hand, I moved away from the car as the beast stalked closer.

  Losing my footing, I stumbled back as the monster took another step forward, mirroring my every move. The werewolf was hideous, eyes glowing red with demonic power and hate. Its body elongated, standing on hind legs that had once been human. Blood dripped from its massive fangs pooling in the hay at its feet. Its claws had chunks of skin and flesh clinging to its long razor-sharp nails, some of the flesh, my own. The smell of death forced me to retreat until I was cornered between the beast and the vehicle. I was trapped, nowhere to go, frozen in horror.

  Move, Samantha! MOVE! My mind screamed in terror as I contemplated my options. The thumping of my heart roared in my ears, drowning out the growls of the beast before me. As I inhaled the warm musty air, pain shot through my lungs. I slowed my heartbeat, attempting to catch my breath while the adrenaline raged unchecked inside my body. The creature effectively blocked the barn doors with his enormous frame. Samantha, stay in control.

  "Ty, you don’t have to do this," I pleaded, hoping it could understand what I was saying. "You have a choice."

  The creature only watched, oblivious to my pleas. In a whirl of inhuman speed, I darted past the car, heading for my only escape, a ladder leading to the second floor of the barn. The ladder seemed to be moving away from me, rather than closer, as I sprinted towards it. If I could get to the second floor, I would have a clean shot at the beast. Turning I sent a couple rounds in his direction. It avoided the bullets with ease. Reaching the first step, I leaped up, grasping the rung, holding on for dear life. Swinging myself into action, I started to climb.

  The monster crashed through the barn following its prey. Crouching directly below my escape route, the werewolf lunged into the air. It made it up two steps when it reached for my leg. A warm power tore through me as its claws began to shred my flesh. I screamed as bones snapped, tearing tendons and muscles beneath the onslaught of its fury. My leg dangled as it continued to rip into my soft tissue, exposing crushed bones beneath. It jerked me downward and as it did, I dropped my gun, screaming from the pain. Blinding white light and dizziness overwhelmed me as I fell back landing on the ground with a thud. Slowly pulling my body up I tried to crawl away from the monster. I could only move from the waist up, the rest of my body was immobile with throbbing pain. My arms steadied my weight as I slid across the floor. Straw stuck to my wound, causing me to cry out in agony.

  The werewolf jumped, landing with a loud thud. For the longest time it remained motionless in front of me, watching my painful progress. I screamed as it put its lengthened claws around my neck, lifting me into the air. I dangled helplessly as it held me inches from its distorted face. Excruciating pain shot through my body as it shook me mercilessly.

  It was going to snap me in two.

  The creature’s lips curled back, showing its needle sharp fangs. The blood on its breath made me gag while my eyes blinked in disbelief at the repulsive monster. It leaned over my neck, taking me into its mouth. I felt warm liquid flood down my neck and chest as it crushed and shredded my muscles, growling with pleasure. With every beat of my heart, the warmth spread over my body.

  My sight blurred as I fumbled for my second gun. My fingers shook as I aimed the weapon at the demon’s deformed head. My body shivered uncontrollably as I could feel my life slip slowly away.

  I managed to gargle what would be my last word, "DIE!"

  I fired the gun over and over until it clicked empty. It released me as the werewolf fell, while my torn limp body slammed to the floor. I had to get to the car. With every ounce of strength, I dragged my body towards the vehicle. The smell of my own blood blending with the straw made me retch with nausea.

  The memories of the last few days crashed over me as I realized the end was near. I was dying, alone and cold. I’d never feared death but dying by the hands of this monster just didn’t feel right. Little did I know the story of my life was just beginning.

  My eyes hazed over, bringing on the welcoming darkness. Soon my cries of pain diminished to shallow whimpers as the smell of lilacs filled my nostrils. Lilacs? I don’t remember….

  Chapter 24

  No more dreams. No more pain. I had an overwhelming desire to be held in my mother’s arms. I walked quietly through the garden were I had first met Sevastian. The lilacs fell around me, as an overwhelming peace flooded my soul. My mother appeared through the mist and headed straight for me, arms outstretched. The sky was filled with dark rolling clouds rushing fall in with the alluring cool breeze. She wrapped me in her warm arms and held me tightly. She pulled me away, looking into my eyes and a familiar masculine scent flooded my senses. It was no longer my mother holding me but Sevastian. His long hair blew in the wind, caressing my face.

  His eyes filled with unshed tears as he caressed my arms. "Show me where you are, Samantha? Let me into your mind," he whispered.

  A warm glow appeared to spark in his eyes as he leaned in to kiss me. His lips pressed against mine and his heat flooded my body. His tongue parted my lips while his hands held me against him. I shuddered under the taste of his tongue moving softly in my mouth.

  He pushed me away, moving his hands to my face. He steadied me with his legs. "Open your mind." He held me while his power curled through me. It was as if his hand was sliding in and out of my body, squeezing and touching the places between my legs. I tightened as I felt a release of my own energy and we held each other, melding our powers as one. It felt so good and yet it scared me enough to push him backwards. His eyes swirled with desire as my legs dropped out from under me.

  I willingly opened my mind to his thoughts. He knelt beside me, taking my face in his hands. "Hold on, we are on our way."

  Chapter 25

  I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming or awake. Faces invaded my dreams and I only recognized some of the people or monsters that knelt by my bed. I drifted in and out, from dream to dream, nightmare to pleasure. Was I dead?

  I woke slowly, sheltered against a warm body. I tried rolling over away from the body and found myself held by someone with strong arms. I was pinned beneath a naked torso. I had no idea who was curled against me but he was definitely naked and very male. My eyes opened, adjusting to the darkness that surrounded me. I tried to turn my head to look at w
ho was holding me so tightly. I was, in fact, trapped in his arms. The arm around my waist was long and muscular. I could feel his energy curving over and in my body. I let my own energy seep into the room and through his power and quickly drew back. I could tell instantly it was Ty. I tried to shove him away only to be pulled tighter against his body. I felt no pain from the wounds he had given me but fear ripped into my every breath. Memories of the monster’s attack fueled my rage and power. I cried out and as I opened my mouth, his covered mine, his tongue invading my body. All sense of time ceased to exist, just his body and mouth over mine was all that mattered. He tasted of power and strength. My mind blurred as an awakening of sensations overwhelmed me. I could feel my arms reaching for him as my tongue probed deeper. I was no longer just warm but on fire as my stomach clenched with each stroke of his tongue against mine. I tugged him closer as a tremor shook me.

  I hated this man but he ignited a flame of desire for his touch, begging to let loose the monster within. He released his hold. He slid his mouth down my neck and over my breast, suckling it softly. The feel of his tongue on my nipple tugging and pulling gently was too much for me. I cried out, squirming under his tantalizing caresses. He swallowed my nipple, rolling it between his lips. Moving my hands to his head, I ran my fingers through his silky hair. He moaned softly as his lips left a trail of fire leading to my stomach. His tongue circled in a soft, wet, sensual motion. Lifting his body, he kneeled beside me, tasting my velvety skin, rubbing his hands over my aching breast.

  "You taste so good." Ty’s voice was low and husky. "I want you, Samantha," he whispered. "I need you. I want to taste every part of your body." His skin was hot and every part of my body he touched ignited uncontrollable shaking. His words melted my very core, moving me against him.

  Sliding his hands to the insides of my thighs, he forced my legs apart. He moved his palms to my hips, descending them to my bottom, bringing my groin to his face. He pleasured me in long smooth motions. I gasped at the response of my body as I lifted myself into his eager tongue. My heart thundered in my chest and his heartbeat matched mine. I wanted to feel his warm strong blood slide down my throat, taste his power. I tried to talk and a breathless cry escaped my mouth but no words. I was powerless while his strokes caused my body to break in pleasure. His tongue explored me repeatedly, pushing inside of me, licking every inch of my being. He took a hand, moving it inside my thigh. His finger entered me in thrust after thrust, causing such bliss, triggering every sexual nerve to explode in orgasmic response. Reaching for him, I grasped his arms, holding on as the pleasure rode me. Waves of satisfaction pulsated through me as orgasm after orgasm wracked my body. The sensations were so great my eyes dimmed causing me to fall into a blissful dark sleep.

  I woke this time to Ty kissing my neck. I moved away from him and he followed my movement. Every twist and turn I made he countered with his long lean body pressed against mine. I felt cold air as he released his hold, sensing my wariness. I wanted to cling to his warmth, but refused, rolling over to keep one eye on the predator. He lay staring at my body, his head propped up on his hand with ice blue eyes revealing his desire. His hair fell softly over his shoulder and I couldn’t peel my eyes from his muscular naked body next to mine. I blushed and he laughed. His laughter energized me down low. He was so handsome but he was a monster.

  He almost killed me. Who knows maybe I was dead and this was hell.

  He smiled. "I am a monster, Samantha. I warned you. Pain or pleasure and you chose pain." He chuckled and this time it made me angry.

  My body had a mind of its own as it responded to his voice. It shook with need as I tried to control my actions. "How could you kill that man? He was innocent." Tears ran down my face. "I will kill you." Clenching my fists, I hit the bed. What I really wanted to do was punch him in the face.

  He frowned. "I forbid them to kill him. I only wanted you. Those who went against my orders are being punished." He mumbled under his breath, "I don’t ever want an innocent murdered." Anger flashed across his face. "I did not want this, Samantha." He sighed.

  I sat up and slapped him across the face. I stood angrily, yanking the sheets with me. It was then I realized we were back in the room where he’d changed to his beast in front of me. "I hate you, you son of a bitch. You killed that man and his family," I screamed, angry with myself for letting this beast get near me.

  He stood, strutting casually towards me. His tanned skin shimmered in the dark and even then, I noticed he was well endowed. I backed away from him as his hips drew my gaze back to the lower half of his body. I was mesmerized at his size. He smiled, catching my reaction. I timidly licked my lips, not realizing I was staring at his mouth. It was so soft and his tongue felt great inside of me. I wanted him all inside of me yet I hated him more than life. I fell to the ground as my legs tightened, causing me to gasp.

  "Stay away," I whispered.

  He continued forward, kneeling beside me. He ran his hands down my bare arms leaving a trail of burning nerves in his wake. I trembled as he pulled me to him. "Will you ever forgive me? I wanted this to go so differently but they got to you first." He shuddered as he held me. "I wanted to woo you, not ravage and hurt you."

  "You son of a bitch." I punched him in the stomach, but he still held me tightly. "You killed a man, you kidnapped me and attacked me. You expect me to ever forgive you?"

  He held me closely, our skin melting as the heat rose between us. "No, I don’t. I only pray that one day you will be able to look at me without hatred in your eyes. I never wanted this, Samantha. It was either turn you or terminate your life. I couldn’t let your death be on my hands." He released me and I suddenly felt cold and alone. "We are connected now, Samantha. We need each other. You will die without my touch."

  The chill that came over my body told me it was true. "We must be mated for your survival and mine." He held his hand out to me. "You can survive for a while, but without my touch, we will both die. We must drift soon or we shall both perish. We are destined to be pack mates." He towered above me, hand held out and I saw pain in his eyes. He regretted what he had done or just regretted the fact I hated him for doing it to me.

  I sent my power over his body and his head flew back as his shaft became hard with pleasure. His hand dropped to his side, clenched in a fist as I explored him. I wanted to know the truth. I could feel myself inside him. He was sweating and the sound of his pulse beat deliciously in my ear as I caressed him. My energy floated repeatedly over him. I crawled inside his head. I stood next to him, reaching out to him. His mind was strong. He was a courageous warrior, saving more lives than taking. He had not wanted to take me, but the threat on my life had pushed him.

  He begged, whispering inside my head, "Don’t."

  I probed deeper, putting my arms around him, drawing him close. Feelings of lust and desire inundated me and I knew from his mind and body he wanted me. The truth hit me and I stumbled back from him, looking at his eyes in horror.

  "How can you love me?" I could barely speak, my breath coming in gasps. "Stay away!" I screamed, my power forced through the room, knocking over the table by the bed. The wind subsided and my breathing calmed as I watched him suspiciously.

  He turned his back to me and took two steps towards the bed, holding onto the bedpost to steady himself. "I have never been touched that way. What did you do?" His voice was low and raspy.

  All of this felt so natural, wielding a power I’d only just received. The elders had given me the knowledge of thousands of years of vampire history and power by drinking their blood. I smiled, giving into it, letting it wash over my mind and take over my whole being. I couldn’t explain what had happened, I just knew I was different now, complete.

  I read his mind and thoughts and I wondered how this monster could be so civilized? He had nearly killed me and yet he cared so deeply for human life. He had fought off fellow werewolves for hours trying to preserve my life. Killing his own kind and trying to save the old man. I saw his thoug
hts and read his mind. Why had I not sensed this before? My hatred for him overwhelmed any sense of reality. Siön Baptiste was actually alive because of him. He’d battled the others for his freedom, Adeem’s clan refusing to release him. I drove into his mind again and he held onto the bedpost with both hands, trying to keep from falling. I drove deeper than before, trying to find an answer.

  Adeem’s clan was strong and their numbers were massive. They held Ty’s sister captive, threatening, killing pack members, and forcing Ty to do their will. Ty was strong but could not stand against Adeem and his kind. They outnumbered him. I pushed further. Adeem had killed Ty’s mother and father turning him at age seven. Ty hated the man, waiting patiently for revenge. Ty fell to the ground as I drove myself further into his mind. I found my answer and he collapsed to the floor.

  I looked over at the man buckled in a heap on the ground. He did not intend to create a master race of werewolves. He never planned to use me like the vampires. He wanted to save me from the vampires, and only when Adeem interfered did he promise to turn me. I fell into a heap, my head hitting the floor. I felt very tired, but relieved that the man before me wasn’t the monster I had thought he was.

  He crawled over to me, collapsing beside me. "Forgive me."

  "Forgiven, but get me the hell out of here. You help me get Siön Baptiste out of here, too," I answered calmly.

  "You must rest first. Gain your strength." He stood, recovered from my invasion of his mind, swept me into his arms and placed me carefully in the bed. The sun was coming up as he crawled in beside me. His body spooned mine as he moved closer. "You must heal from the wounds completely. You have my blood coursing through your body and still haven’t reached your full potential." He laughed. "You are going to be a force to reckon with, Samantha Houston." His voice trailed off as his heat permeated the room, pushing me into a deep comfortable sleep.