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.
This time he rumbled a growl out, then a howl, I joined in, then Jackie behind the fire cut loose. The pack was being naughty tonight. All the girls pissed themselves this time, some collapsed to the ground, the guys spun around looking for a direction to run. I didn't expect that, with us right there in the group and began to laugh again.
"JEEZ FUCKING CHRIST!!" Mr. Trotter yelled, trembling. "That sounded fucking real! I have hunted wolves and I know that sound."
Mrs. Trotter even came running then to the party site checking on everyone with her .45 cal revolver. Big gun for such a small lady I thought.
Shawn took that to heart and I seen him bristle up and glare. I stepped in, to block his view and motioned my hands downward. Shawn frightened even me just then, of what could have taken place. Jackie slipped quickly around the fire and nuzzled up hard to Shawn to calm him, offering her throat up even, she turned putting her back against him and said.
"We are really very sorry Mr. Trotter, We have been practicing that howl for ages, the three of us. We didn't think we were that good. We didn't mean to frighten everyone so much." Jackie apologized sincerely.
Shawn even apologized heavily. I apologized too, through my laughter, and extended my hand to him. He took it and we shook hands, him smiling saying that was a good prank.
A still visibly shaken Mr. and Mrs. Trotter just said we were too damn good and chuckled. He walked Mrs. Trotter back to the house saying he needed to get the tractor fired up for the hayride.
Needless to say the game of hide and seek didn't happen, and I was looking to get Alexis alone for a awhile, damn it, thanks Shawn. Nick came over slapping me on the back saying that was really a good howling. He said to me his dad doesn't frighten easily and he was, if he brought out his wolf gun. I tucked that in the corner of my memory, in case I should ever need it.
One guy there had been drinking quite a bit, I found out later that would be trouble later on. But most of us were watching over him to make sure nothing happened. Word got back to me that he was a lousy drunk and tended to start fights. I think this howling had sobered him for awhile. The girls, all seemed to have to 'freshen up' all at once after that, and from what my nose was telling me there were many panties gone missing now, even Alexis's. Maybe Shawn's prank worked out well after all, for the near future.
Mr. Trotter pulled up soon after and we piled on the wagon he was towing. It was a big metal hay bale wagon with three foot sides on it, piled high with bales and lots of loose hay in the bottom.
There was about thirty of us so Mr. Trotter decide to make two trips of about thirty minute rides. Shawn, Jackie and her date, and Alexis and I took the first run with some others. we all snuggled down in the loose hay. Shawn sat next to a young thing that had climbed in alone, she looked like a freshman year student.
We took off across the field, the moon was full and almost high, it was a beautiful sight to see and enjoy. We all were quietly talking as the big cabbed tractor pulled us along.
