Just a story about a creature that lurks in our minds and darkness. Not really to much different from you, except for a small quirk.
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Let me set some things straight for those that have followed us in tales, and those that know of us. Native American's call us ShapeShifters or skinwalkers. We actually protect you at times, like your pet canines do, from another creature.
We live in big cities, small towns, and farm communities. We have suburban homes, lofts and apartments, and farms. We have jobs and careers and dreams of how we want our lives to be.
Lycans are very territorial though and if your sensitive enough you may know when we are around, at least your cats and dogs will. We try not to eat them but, if they become a nuisance or annoying they might come up missing.
Some of you may ask how we can stay hidden from you so well? We have had thousands of years to perfect this hiding and we aren't millions in numbers, this world is a big place. So we just tend to blend in, like the Vamps, we have learned new ways to live and stay hidden. Gone are the old ways, of the hunt, to many humans now populate the world. We still have hunts but they are far, far away from humans.
The war mentioned between Lycans and Vamps in tales still rages on, but it is mainly against the evil Vamps that would like to enslave humans. These evil creatures know no boundaries to there blood lust, or enslavement of humans for their.., own pleasures. These are the ones we protect you from now. There are, shall I say, decent Vamps, but they still need human blood to feed on. But have, like us, found different ways to acquire their food sources.
Lycans do not prefer human flesh, period, although some have been taken in desperate starving times. That almost never occurs now. The flesh of humans has a bit of a foul taste to us, some us have even grown ill from eating human flesh. Allergic reaction to it I suppose.
We do not randomly kill, or terrorize either. Only time that happens is if a Lycan has went insane or berserk. Then we dispatch them quickly, if humans don't get them first, and if it is in our pack territory we move from that place quickly.
One myth I may lay to rest now, is the turning of humans. It doesn't happen but once in great while, maybe in two hundred to five hundred cases in thousands of years. Those that are accidentally bitten deep are usually dispatched quickly. Some are taken in, in rare cases, and cared for until the turning is complete, if it completes. Ninety five percent of the time they die, even if the bite isn't life threatening to the human. That Lycan has a reason to keep that human alive. Those that are taken in and survive are at the lowest level of the pack and watched carefully. Scratches and minor nips mean nothing, it is the deep almost to the bone bites that can be a problem.
I will recall one such incident I was involved in, even its outcome maybe.
Yes, the cliche, it was a full moon out, in October, yes it was Halloween Night. The full moon as nothing to do with Lycans, lay that to rest. My friends and I decided to go to a Halloween party that night. We dressed in our costumes, yes the same kind humans do, what ever it may be.
I went has a one eyed pirate, my date, Alexis went as time period young girl. Shawn, my brother, went has the 'Wolverine', rather fitting for him and his persona. A Princess, Superman, and you get the idea. Jackie, my sister, went as a seductress. All dressed to have a howling good time, off we went.
The party was held out of town on a farm by one of my, human, college friends, Nick. They had a cleared field up from their house, nice... place I might had.
There was the bonfire, tables, and decorations all set up, even a dance floor area. Plenty of food and drinks laid out. The only catch was, his parents don't consume alcohol so it was BYOB, which some of us did. His parents only stipulation was no drunk and disorderly, get caught too tipsy and home you go. Nick's dad, Mr. Trotter, was cool with it and would look the other way a lot, but, he would put you off the property.
The music played, we ate, their barbecue was divine, we danced and carried on like young people do. The sun was setting, the temperature was pleasant. It wasn't quite dark yet, so we decided a game of hide and seek would be fun. Some played, some didn't, some just wanted to play hide and fuck. My friend Shawn, the Wolverine, decide to put a scare in the game. He disappeared across the field which wasn't but an acre. Then the asshole let out this blood curdling howl. Lycans howl, but Shawn out did himself. Luckily there was not any answer.
The girls screamed, some wet themselves, even Alexis. The guys cowered, one guy even pissed himself, and everyone huddled to the fire. The ones that had went to play hide and fuck came running back, in all sorts of disarray. I was literally on the ground laughing my ass off. Nick's dad even heard it and came running with a double barrel shot gun. I gathered my self enough to calm Mr. Trotter and I said it was a prank.
"You sure?" he said, with fright and concern on his face.
"Yes I'm sure besides there are no wolves around here. That was Shawn, my friend." I said, still laughing so hard I had tears running down my cheeks.
"Fuck! That sounded so real!" Mr. Trotter said.
"Ya, you think so, he is good isn't he." I said finally down to a chuckle. Shawn came walking up to the party laughing.
"Hey Kid!" Mr. Trotter called out. "Don't that again, but, just to make sure. Do it one more time."
"Sure." came the reply form Shawn.
