Song of prey
Song of prey
a fantasy story.
By Sharpfang'98
Disclaimer:
This story contains some (soft) m/m relations and some violence. so if you don't like it, don't read. You can copy this story freely as long as no contents are changed (including page header in html version)
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This story i dedicate to Timberwolf, who will never read it, but will wait
for Bardolph, her many friends and me behind the rainbow bridge...
The Song of prey ================
A man in a gray jacket was walking the streets of the slum district of the city. It was a warm summer night. He was young, quite fit, handsome and didn't seem poor... And he didn't seem scared at all... This night the streets were unusually calm - many peaceful people walking... The crime hidden deep in its hideout. This was the night of full moon. The night of terror for criminals.
The man turned into a dark street. There was nobody there. Suddenly a gang of young, armed people surrounded him. he stopped and looked around - not all the rats ran away to the sewer yet?
Your wallet, you shit - said the leader of the gang.
Since when does the police rob innocent people in the dark streets, sergeant Stravinksy? - the man asked the leader grinning.
The young bandit was flabbergasted - How... how did you recognise us? Who the hell are you? - he asked.
Adam Varg, the president of V Industries. I've been to your police station last week to pay the parking ticket you gave me. Tonight I'm going to visit my girlfriend. She lives several streets away from here.
I'm very sorry, Sir. We're hunting for this damned "werewolf" - Sure you've heard about that psycho who every full moon kills and eats the criminals in this district. It's true he cleaned the city from them well, but he can be dangerous so we want to catch him - using those costumes we wanted to attract him.
Ok, sergeant, I understand. please keep on the good work. May I go now?
In fact, yes... May I ask you to show me your driving license?
Sorry, I'm not crazy enough to take my wallet at night to this district. I don't have it with me. If you want, I can show it to you tomorrow.
Oh, never mind... - The policeman sighed. Ok, you are free, mr. Varg.
***
He was walking the streets for some time. For the next time he will have to choose another city. Tonight he will try once more here yet... Another dark street. Suddenly, not far away, just behind a corner a woman began shouting and cursing at someone. He
heard steps of someone running toward him. He took his jacket off and threw it aside, then took his shirt off... From behind the corner a young mugger was running, the woman's bag in his hand, the shout followed him.
- The werewolf will get you! You'll regret it!
The boy turned back and shouted - I don't believe in werewolves - and laughed. He knocked against the man's shoulder and turned to him confused.
- You should - Adam grinned. A low growl escaped his throat.
The boy fell on the street, crawled a bit back in terror, then succeeded standing up and ran towards emergency stairs on the wall of a nearby house... He climbed it, wondering why is he alive yet... looked down - no one there. Stepped over the edge of the roof and stood frozen... A big, gray-furred beast, with big, shining golden eyes and long fangs was standing in front of him. He felt to his knees and lowered his head...
- Don't kill me, please!
A grin appeared on the beast's face. - Why?
I can give you the address of the biggest boss here if you want - I'll give you all the money I have, please, don't kill me...
Money? - The beast laughed. It opened his paw-hand in front of him. A golden bar appeared in it. The werewolf tossed it behind. - The address would be useful but it won't save your life...
What can I do then?
The gray beast came to the boy. Took his hand in his paw, scritched it slightly with his claw... a few drops of blood appeared. The werewolf licked the blood and looked in the boy's eyes.
- You can either die like an animal in slaughter... or like a wild, free animal in a forest. If a miracle happens and you survive to the morning, you will be able to live a wild animal's life like me.
The beast walked a few steps back. The boy looked after him.
- If i must die, what's the difference? Why should I bother running?
The beast looked into the stars for a moment, full of despise. then he looked back toward the edge of the building - but it was empty! He ran to the edge and looked down. No corpse. The track of scent was leading down the stairs, then it was turning into a corridor, along
it, through the whole building, then through the window. The beast jumped down through it. No track here. He looked back up. The opposite building was lower, the prey could jump over the street. Werewolf ran up the staircase of that house, rammed through the roof door...
He breathed the fresh air. No one around... only the strong scent... Suddenly he heard a voice... From a roof, just a few houses away. The voice was clean and light - The young man was singing the song of his death... No words, no sentences, no music... only strange, ancient sounds of the song.
The predator rose its muzzle into the sky - and joined the song... His part sounded different, it was more aggressive... although from the animal's throat a clean voice of a man was coming... They both played with each other... In the voice of the boy there was wind, fear, freedom, forests and plains... the voice of the werewolf replaced the fear with the need for blood... The voices were changing... the one of the beast was turning into a deep, long howl... the prey's - into the sad call of a deer...
They both ended... The werewolf was feeling unusual strength... and urge for hunt... He smelled the boy nearby. Trotted following the scent. Soon he found the place when the young one was singing... the scent from here was becoming slightly different. He ran to the edge of the building, jumped to the other side, of the streets, then ran faster, following the strong smell of his desired prey... Another roof, a door, a corridor... stairs down, exit to the street, corridor leads back inside the house, scent too. He followed...
Then he saw the boy, trying to break the door to the backyard... The boy turned back to him... Dead end... No way to escape... The werewolf prepared for his last jump... and jumped. In the same moment the boy ducked and pushed with his legs against the door, jumping forward... The beast hit nothing, turned around... The boy was escaping on all fours... His hooves making noise against the stone floor, he turned his head a bit to fit with his antlers in the exit door... he was no longer a human. He was a deer. Running down the street he was feeling the hunter just behind... nothing else counts... only this run...
The big, gray paws softly embraced his back... Sweet spark of pain where the claws touched his skin told him to turn around... He stopped and looked in his killer's eyes... with love and seeing the love in them... The werewolf embraced him... then kissed his mouth softly... then kissed his throat... The long fangs caressed the soft fur of the neck of the deer, then they sank in the soft skin... taking the last breath away from the boy...
The werewolf took his lover's body on his hands and carried him away, to a calm place, where the boy's soul, clean and bright now, can join his soul.. and the prey's body can become a part of the body of the predator...
. . . . by Sharpfang, finished Mon Oct 5 18:37:57 CEST 1998