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The Brotherhood of Teeth

A parted story by Drake Valdor

Involves: age differences, some forcing, transformations, some blood, and fur-non-fur. You have been warned.

Part 1

The night was still young, and the small village was not quite settled. The lights were still on, the bars still full, the high school students still wandering, all under a setting sun off in the distance. The air was crisp and cool, but hardly enough to be called cold. The summer had just begun, after all, and today was the last day of school. This was Jake's excuse for being out.

He was young, 13 if one had to guess judging by his looks. Short and slim, with long, blond hair, that would almost look white in many settings. His eyes were a light blue color, and his skin was pale. His home? This small town, of course. The opposite end of where he was, but that was only a five minute walk.

His eyes looked around at the people. It was surprisingly busy for pushing on 9 o'clock. His mind had begun to cool down, begun to set into summer vacation mode. He had been dreaming all day of the things he would get to do on vacation...camping, hanging out with friends, swimming, and of course, playing video games. That is, naturally, where they were.

"Jake!" A voice came, snapping him out of his trance. He looked over at his friend, who was bouncing a little bit in the doorway to the arcade. "Lets go already!"

Jake offered a nod, his eye-length hair bobbing a little with the motion. He stepped in, his white New-Balance sneakers making the transition from cement to linoleum silently. He was wearing a pair of cargo pants, grey in color. They were the kind that felt somewhat soft, like windbreakers, the latest fashion in this area for people his age. On top was a simple black tee shirt, supporting one of his favorite video games, Halo.

In the arcade, known as the Golden Dollar, plenty of kids ran around. Those of all ages were inserting coins, racking up tickets, racing, and dancing on the mats. The sounds of ringing and game-overs filled the air, and the warmth immediately overtook them. It wasn't hot, simply felt that way since it was cool outside. After walking for a bit, they got to the metal dance machines, which was their destination.

"We're here." Jake's friend spoke up, talking to a pair of older boys on the pads, jumping around and sweating a bit. Once the song had finished, they turned around and nodded.

"About time. Lets get this done with."

It was, of course, a challenge made while the group was at school. The cafeteria made for plenty of conversations, and today's just turned into a dance off. Being that the boys on the mats were about 17, one would think there wouldn't be any competition. One would also be wrong.

Taking his place beside an older boy, Jake's friend picked his song using his foot. The tall one beside him did the same, and they began to dance...if you could call it that. They both stammered and skipped steps trying to hit the right buttons at the right time. Once the first song had gone by, Jake's team was in the lead by only a hundred points. The second song began, and Jake took note of the opponent he would soon be facing. He was standing against the safety bar of the dance pad, cheering on his friend in an almost angry fashion. He was loud and big, and looked as though he was depending on this for some huge prize, though of course, there was no such prize.

Finally, it was Jake's turn. He stood up on the pad, next to his opponent, and picked his song. The other had already chosen. They began to dance. Looking much more fluid than the last pair, a series of short cheers followed any good moves made, like a spin or a hand-touch. It wasn't really a crowded area, but some looked on in wonder, since they were making a big deal of it. After the first song, the older team was winning, by a solid thousand points. The second song, though, was entirely dominated by Jake, who hopped off the pad without a word, only to be followed closely by his opponent. A hand quickly came onto the back of his shirt, and he was pressed into the wall nearby, letting out a soft grunt.

"There's no way you beat me fairly kid..." The older boy grumbled under his breath, not wanting to draw attention to them. "If I figure out how you cheated, I'll kill you."

"That's enough" The rumbling voice of the arcade owner came, to which the older boy released, and left the building. Jake simply shook his head, dusting himself off a bit, and laughed with his friend.

"We won!" He said, as he was handed a drink. Punch of some kind, it seemed, as it left a red mustache on his youthful upper lip. "Finally!"

"Yea, but we should probably be heading home." His friend responded, stretching a little. "It's getting late."

He was right, it was 10 o'clock, and being that they were expected home at 9:30, they really had to move. Moving quickly, the pair made their way out the door and into the now dark road. The streetlights made life a bit easier, but it was still a sort of eerie setting. There were still people walking around, mostly older kids and adults enjoying the evening. They trotted along, their shoes making only a bit of noise as they went. As they went by an ally, though, they heard a strange sound. It was like a dog's whimper, or something close to it. Looking carefully into the dark, Jake's eyes squinted, his lithe body bent over a little bit, hoping to see better.

As soon as he caught a glimpse of a shadow, he felt a strong push and was hurled into the ally, followed quickly by his friend, who hit the ground right next to him. Looking up, his eyes met the body of the boy from the arcade, the one he had beaten.

"Evening." He said, reaching down and grabbing him by his arm, and dragging him along on the cement, out the other end of the ally. Somebody else was pulling the other boy along, as was evidenced by his cries of pain. Jake was quiet about it, grunting only a bit.

"What's your problem?" He asked angrily, struggling to get free, to no avail. They were dragged further and further, along the grass just outside the village, and into the woods. The ones pulling them were not the only ones. Once he let go of Jake, he realized quickly there were about 4 other people standing among them, all in the same age group. They closed in on the pair, the sounds of the woods silent except for them, and the panting of the boys. They were terrified, naturally.

One of them suddenly grabbed hold of Jake's friend, lifting him to his feet. He pushed him backwards, causing his heels to drag along the ground, until his back was against a rather hard tree. The taller boy suddenly dragged his hand erotically along the young one's front, his fingertips trailing along his ribcage and reaching his pants. Reaching further, his palm rested upon his crotch, on top of his pants.

"Relax." His voice came, eerily low. Before the boy could react, something else had happened. He was bitten, hard, by the other.

"Ah!" Jake gasped, trying to stand up, suddenly aware of what was going on. He was pinned to the ground again, being held there, apparently, until they were through with his friend. The rest of them stood around watching, licking their lips hungrily as his blood was drained. The boy's cry of pain only lasted a second, until he looked almost relaxed. He simply stood their, being drained.

As Jake was lifted to his feet, his struggles proving pointless, another sound caught his ear. It also caught the ear of the others around him. It was a howl. Quickly, it was followed by the sounds of footsteps, rather large footsteps. Out of the woods burst, what looked like, a large wolf, standing on two feet, arms out in front of him. He was taller than a human, his body covered in a silvery fur, claws extended. It immediately took hold of the man holding Jake down, pinning him down, and ripping ferociously. He turned then to Jake, who stood and ran into the woods. The wolf turned to the others in the group, who were also running, with the other boy in hand. It growled loudly, then took chase, behind Jake. It lowered onto all fours, running extremely fast.

After a while of running, Jake slowed, panting, having difficulty breathing in the crisp air that was burning his lungs. His heart raced, his mind flooded with the vision of his best friend being bitten, and seemingly pleased by such an act. His thoughts were quickly interrupted by the urgent sound of footsteps behind him. He ran again. Only a moment later, he was tackled to the ground, the claws of the beast upon him cutting into his arms, evoking a holler of pain from him, echoing through the woods. After only another moment, the full weight of the beast was upon him, and his consciousness began to fade. Finally his vision was gone, and all that was left was the feel of his blood leaving his arms, and eventually, that was gone as well, as his world was overtaken by blackness.

His eyes opened slowly, fluttering a little. Blackness was all he saw. As he moved a little, the pain in his arms was alarming, causing him to move very slowly to a sitting position. From this new vantage point, he could see the shadows throughout the room he was now in. It appeared to be a bedroom of some kind. He was on something soft, a bed presumedly, but it wasn't a place he had seen before. His eyes glanced around, taking in the area for a clue as to where he might be, too afraid to leave the room. Everything had happened so fast that he wondered if he had imagined it all, his mind racing suddenly again, his breath beginning to speed up at the memory of the evening. He sat in thought and wonder, and also fear for where he was. As the sound of footsteps on a wooden floor approached, he couldn't even tell where the door was. It was going to be a long, long night.

End part 1

Okay everyone, I understand this was a bit rushed, but it's a test to see if the concept is something that can be grasped and is enjoyable. I opted for no sexual content in the first part, in hopes of developing the story a bit first. I know it's a fast paced first part, but I wanted to throw you into the world. It will slow down as this goes on, and as a hint, no the next thing that comes is not rape. Let me know what you think, hit me up at [email protected] for any questions or suggestions, or comment. Thanks, and if its well received, part 2 will be up within a week!