Chapter 1.txt
#1 of Werewolf Village
I might have been able to lead a normal life. Had it not been for that incident. I guess a little back story would help. My name is Mnayin SKopa. My mom, Alyys SKopre, and my dad, Vinchenze Costa, were normal Dark elves. Well when I say normal I mean, of course, they adventured. They met on a mission it must have been love-at-first-fight. Soon after they were married and I was born. I didnt follow in their line of magic, like death spells. I went more to the healing magic. They didnt take it too lightly. After that they never fully acknowledged me again. Oh I still helped them out and they helped me, but for the most part we dont talk anymore. Its been almost five years since they completely stopped talking to me. That incident is to blame.
You must be wondering about what incident Im talking about. Well I was turned into a werewolf. Well half-werewolf. I dont fully transform, and I can transform at will, for the most part. You know for a half-werewolf, its not as bad as you might think. I mean yeah I have the urges to hunt and well, you know, but I also have an increased sense of hearing, smelling, and sight. I also have claws although theyre more like enlarged fingernails.
I dont remember all the facts from the incident. All I remember is while I was walking, I felt a pain, and then I was out like a light. When I woke up, I was in a house, I could hear a motor idling and could see even though it was nearly pitch black. When I got up my hands stuck to a couch, and I could smell someone else in the room.
Finally awake, huh pup? said a cold, hard voice.
Growling with annoyance, I asked, Where am I? Who are you? And what did you do to me?
In order, youre in the slums of the city. I am your mistress and I turned you into a werewolf, explained the cold voice with amusement?
Youre MY mistress? HA I never heard such a ridiculous thought. I yelled angrily.
Sit boy. I couldnt fight it! I fell to the ground in a sitting position.
What the? I stuttered.
As I already explained, youre my pet. And you WILL listen to me until either I set you free or either of us dies, she said as she moved to a darker spot in the room.
Let me guess, youll never set me free? I asked skeptically.
No, Ill set you free when either I find someone better suited and/or better looking, she said with a cold smile before she walked out of the room.
After getting my claws unstuck, I looked around what was to become my home for awhile. I noticed the room had the basics, a nice bed that might be comfortable, a nightstand with an alarm clock on it, a couch that looked like it could hold three people on it, and a TV. Looking to see if any of my belongings were taken I noticed I had only lost some fat, not that there was a lot to begin with. I also noticed a note on the nightstand. I walked over to it, picked it up and it read:
Dear fellow werewolf,
I feel sorry for taking you without your permission so I hope your new place is to your liking. I will train you to be the best werewolf you can be. I have three commands for you now. Number One: Do not try to escape. Number Two: You will reverse your sleeping times. Number Three: You will report to the lounge at 10:30 p.m. tomorrow night. Thank you for understanding.
Sincerely Your mistress,
S.
I felt the words form a barrier I couldnt get past. I was trapped in a house with someone I didnt even know, was my last thought before I feel asleep. When I woke up I figured I would have a look around the house. It was a quaint little house. Little being a relative term that is. Compared to what I live in now, its a big house, but before I had a mansion. Anyway, it had a pool room, a room with an indoor pool, four bathrooms, two rooms filled with vintage cars, a lobby. Last of all was an out-of-the-way lounge with books, a fireplace, a beautiful chair, and a desk made of cherry wood. Sitting in the chair was a slender young lady, maybe 25 years old, with light blue skin with a red tint, white hair also tinted red, red eyes, and most interesting of all, red angel wings. My instincts told me to protect her, I ignored them for now.
Might I inquire to why you are out of bed this early? she asked.
I was bored. May I ask how early it is? I explained with a half-hearted snarl.
Not with that kind of attitude, but I will answer you this time, its 7:00 at night, she replied somewhat amused.
7:00 at night is early?! I exclaimed.
You must be the new one, she murmured to herself then said, Youre also early for your lessons, you must be eager to start. Very well then I
What are you talking about lessons? I interrupted.
Why, how to turn back of course. Oh yeah I thought as I looked at my hands again. I figured theyd go back on their own.
Shall we begin or are you hungry? She said jokingly.
Do I have a choice?
No.
Then lets begin.
It took me nearly an hour to change my hands back, by then I was starving. As I followed her to the dining room, I barely noticed the other people watching and following. They probably knew I was the newest amongst their ranks. When I entered the dining hall I realized they were afraid I would attack the young lady in front of me out of hunger.
Very good, pup, youre learning to control your hunger even though that lesson isnt for awhile. Damn that voice, it pissed me off so much. As I looked around for who was talking I noticed the lady who was leading me had turned a dark blue. It finally dawned on me that she was a dark elf! I also realized her hair was now black with white streaks through it, still tinted red, and her eyes were glowing too. I also noticed SHE was talking!
I let my anger go, no longer afraid of what would happen. As I lunged at her she moved so fast I could barely keep up. As I tired she grabbed some meat gave it to me, said, I guess not, and walked away. As I devoured the meat she came back with a plate full of food and set it in front of me, then started eating from her own plate. Even though my plate had twice as much food on it, I finished before her. She was back to that light blue I liked.
Why turn me when you have all these werewolves here? I whispered to her.
I keep them because they have no one and nothing to go to. That didnt explain it but it would have to do because I was pushed out of the seat and out into the hallway by hungry people.
An hour later, I found myself walking to the lounge again. I didnt want to be forced to walk to the lounge later. It was empty when I entered, so I walked over to a bookshelf, picked up a book, and started reading. Who knew I could read this fast and still get as many details.
Its part of being a werewolf, as are the speed, the enhanced senses, the temper, the hunger. She explained as she walked into the room.
What hunger? I asked confused.
You mean you havent had urges yet?
Urges to what?
The urges to hunt, kill, maim, and destroy.
No I cant say that I have. I stated. I dont mean to say that I havent had the temptation, but an urge, no.
Thats unusual, for a newly turned, as are half changes. You wouldnt happen to be a pure blood would you? Pure blood, what was she talking about? A pure blood is someone of one race. Dark elf, Wood elf, High elf, Halfling, Dwarf, Erudite, Troll, Ogre, Cat people, White human, Black human, Fay. There are less pure bloods now, then a long time ago.
How many pure bloods do you have here?
About fourteen, now. You may be surprised about how many enemies get along now. We have Ogres talking to gnomes, Cat people talking to Dark elves. I expect this to be a simple matter; you will behave like a civilized person. Damn her, another command.
It was half a year before I could transform at will and control my anger. It was then the hunger started. I was confined to my room, which now had a Wii and more personal items. I had my meals brought to me by S., she never once moved against me, just kept dodging until I was worn out. Over another three months, she taught me to control that hunger. By then my brethren had gotten use to me. After the first year, I was no longer confined to where I was told to go, however I was still stuck at the house. I had met the other 13 pureblood werewolves. One from each of the other races, and a mutant frog. It was then my strength and speed lessons began. At first I could only pick up a small car and run about as fast as one. However over the next two years I had become able to lift a Double-Decker-bus and run faster than a race car.