Chapter One of The Story of A Teenage Werepire
Preface
Hello. My name is Rucker.
I am a teenage werepire. This is my story.
Chapter 1
It is my 14th birthday. Everything was perfect. As I go to sleep, I wish the day would never end.
Crash! I hear something fall in the house. My eyes flash open and I try to relax. Then I hear something else crash. At this point, I decide to get out of bed and investigate. I look at my clock and it says 4:00 AM. My eyes are unadjusted to the darkness. As I creep through the hallway (by memory because my eyes still hadn't completely adjusted), I hear someone gasp. I peep into the living room. My eyes had completely adjusted by now. I see a well-built figure standing over a crumpled, more womanly figure, on the floor. Not thinking, I rush into the living room and see who is on the floor. It is my sister. She is cold and her eyes are closed. I start to cry. The well-built figure pulls me off of my dead sister. I start to scream and kick to try to get away from this murderer. He puts a hand over my mouth.
He says in a smooth, velvet voice "Stop kicking. I'm here to help you. Your family has expired. They were engineered to make sure you had a normal upbringing. I am your true, biological father. My name is Jason Burgess (bur-guess)." I stop kicking while he is saying all of this stuff. My mind is working to process what he had said.
I ask "Why now?"
He replies "You are mature. When every young vampire or werewolf reaches 14, they begin to experience changes. Much different than what other, normal, children go through." I just take it all in. I actually believe what he says. It makes sense. I have never felt like I fit in anywhere. Something about him just looked so right. So, I decide to take a chance.
"Alright. I'll go with you. But you must explain all of this to me on the way to your house." I say slowly, as if to make sure I don't say anything unwanted. So, we walk out to his car. I whistle. It's an orange Lamborghini Aventador LP 700-4. As we climb into the leather bucket seats, I almost groan aloud. The car is amazing. We close our doors and he starts the car. It purrs like a jaguar. He pulls out and we start the journey.
I ask "If I am not a normal child, then what am I?"
He replies "You aren't even human. You are a werepire. A rare combination of a werewolf and a vampire. You are special and unique. You will possess all the qualities of a normal werewolf and a normal vampire. But since you are both species together, your senses will be extremely heightened. Your vision will be twice as well. Same with your hearing, taste, touch, and smell. You will be able to run extremely fast, jump extremely high as well as extremely far. Some werewolves and vampires have special abilities like mind reading, telekinetic, or elemental powers. You might have all or just some of these extra powers. In good time, you will discover your rare abilities and talents, as well as the ones you already possess. I am the vampire and your mother is the werewolf. When I mated with your mother, I got shunned from my old vampire colony. Your mother, however, was able to stay and I was welcomed into the pack as if I was one of their own. It was nice because even though I had lost my original family, I now have an amazing surrogate family. We're here" I look at the dashboard clock in the car and it now reads 6:00 AM.
Wow. The house is a mansion. It is in a beautifully landscaped lawn. Probably about an acre. We walk up to the house. I am able to get a good look at my dad. He has a dancer's build with muscles everywhere. He has dark, shaggy hair. His eyes are a green like mine. He is about 6 feet tall. I turn my mind back to the house. "This is my new home?" I ask.
He replies "Yes. This will be your new home. Tomorrow, in the morning, we will have a surprise for you. For now, it's time to meet your mother". He looks at me and gives me a gorgeous smile. We walk into the house and I am bombarded by the smell. It smells like home cooking. Not the new frozen crap everyone is eating nowadays. I hear a woman singing. She has a beautiful soprano voice.
Dad calls out "Laurette? Could you come out here please?"
She appears holding a wooden spoon and wearing a stained apron. I instantly take a liking to this woman because she looks like a good cook. She doesn't look bad. She is not a petite figure, nor is she an overwhelming figure. She is slim with pronounced breasts. Her hair is the color of gold. Her eyes are a light blue that can see right through you. She stands on the threshold of both the kitchen and the family room (the rooms were connected). When she sees me, she drops the spoon. It falls to the ground with an earsplitting clatter. I flinch at the sound but she doesn't seem to notice. She runs toward me and hugs me in a bear-crushing hug.
I managed to choke out the words "Can't breathe."
She replies "I'm so sorry! It's been a long time since I saw you, Rucker. It's so good to have you back." She shoots me a dazzling smile full of love and affection.
I reply "It's okay. It's nice to be back even though I don't remember ever being here."
She, ignoring my last comment about not remembering, asks "Would you like to help me cook breakfast?"
I answer in a delighted voice "I'd love to."
We both step into the kitchen. I gasp as I look around. State-of-the-art equipment everywhere. A professional Kitchen Aid mixer stands, mixing something. A big stove, preheated to 400?, is ready to be used.
I ask "What are we making?"
She says "Pancakes. What else would you have for breakfast?"
I laugh out loud. At my old home, we never had time to cook and make pancakes before school. Which reminds me...
"Mama, Do I have to go to school?"
"No. We homeschool you in both the ways of werewolves and vampires. You can guess who will be your teacher."
"Okay. Mama, as much as I want to help you make breakfast, I'm tired and need to go to bed."
Before I even finish the last sentence both my parents bite me on opposite sides of my neck. At exactly the same time. But the weird thing was that it didn't feel bad, it felt good.
When they remove their fangs I ask "What was that for?"
Dad replies "When a werewolf or vampire reaches maturity, his parents must bite him before he goes to bed. Or else, he will die. Since you are a werepire, we both have to bite you. There are also some advantages to this. It will give you more powers and it will help you both find and use your other, currently possessed, powers."
Not wanting to fight, I say "Okay."
"Follow me." My dad says.
I follow my dad up the stairs. We go halfway down a hallway.
He stops in front of a room and says "Wait here."
As I wait, I wonder if I made the right decision coming here.
"Here."
My dad hands me a 17-inch MacBook Pro and a white, 64 gigabyte iPhone 4. The phone is encased in a black silicone case with a screen protector already on.
"The phone has unlimited texting, voice, and data. You can choose one person from your previous life to talk to. No more. Choose wisely. The house is equipped with state-of-the-art wireless internet. Enjoy. Now, to your room."
He leads me down the rest of the hallway. At the end, there is a big oak door. He opens it and I let out a gasp. The room is huge. The walls are a crème color, decorated with pictures. The pictures are staggered in a really good-looking pattern. It has a bed up against the upper-left corner. The desk is right next to the closet doors located at the lower-left corner. I go in and open the closet. I let out another gasp. The closet is as big as another room! It has 5-6 racks for clothes to hang on. There are already clothes on the racks. Someone has a good fashion sense. As I look through the racks, I spot something. I go towards it. As I look down, I see a picture in a shattered picture frame. I pick it up. It looks like a younger version of my dad. He is in between two older people. I take a guess that they are his parents. Knowing that they basically kicked him out of the colony and the family, I find it hard to like them. I carry it out. I can see my dad has stayed at the threshold and has waited for me to finish gawking at my new room.
"Hey dad? What is this picture?" I ask.
He takes the picture from my hands. As he looks at it, his face seems to soften. Then, his face gets harder than ever.
"They are my parents." He says with disgust. Then he throws the picture in the trash can.
I say "Thank you."
He replies "You're welcome." He shoots me a smile loaded with affection and love. After he leaves, I take the picture out of the trash can. I put it somewhere safe. Then I go to my bed and climb in. I sigh and think to myself "Things are going to get better from here".