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Adventures In Living With The Mythical |
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A military veteran is adopted by a werewolf and brought into his pack. Insanity ensues. About "Life With A Werewolf" Life with a werewolf is a dramatic blog. As such the characters in this blog are not real but maybe loosely based on real people. The situations represented are not real but maybe loosely based on real things that have happened in my life. There are a multitude of ways to view life, this is simply one of the ways I have chosen to view mine. Updated Every Friday unless I can't or don't want to. If this is your first time reading this...start here: https://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/1040400-Welcome-To-The-Pack First compilation book will be available soon on Amazon. My book, "Dreamers of The Sea" is available now on Amazon: https://a.co/d/0uz7xa3 |
| We were sitting in a dining room, trapped within four small walls with Gary, Judith, Darin, and of course, Denise. We tried enjoying our hotdogs and hamburgers, and I remember sitting at the meal thinking about how strange it was to be eating hamburgers with a minotaur not less than five feet from me. To her credit, she did eat a hamburger as well. It was piled high with toppings of course: lettuce, tomato, pickles, onions, almost double of every topping on it, and a decent amount of fries. Much of what was eaten was had in silence. We spent most of the time staring down at our plates, waiting for the big occasion to arrive. Judith for her part was trying to do everything to extend the dinner. Offering seconds, thirds. Offering cake, taking out a pie they had yesterday even. But it was delaying the inevitable, and most of us turned the pie down. Crash and Denise afterwards exchanged a look. There was a serious nature to it, but something lay beneath it, something I didn't question at the time. As they headed outside they both had started shifting. They shed their shirts, but was wearing overalls. Denise to her credit had a sports bra on that she kept on, not that the overalls revealed much anyway. The fight was about to be underway, Gary was inside next to me on pins and needles. "Oh dear lord, oh, I never wanted, oh..." he kept saying. I looked over at Gary. "Never wanted what?" Judith was next to Denise outside, trying to talk her future daughter-in-law out of the fight. Darin was in front of her, trying his best to protect his wife. The snow on the ground made everything a bit difficult for Darin and Judith. Crash and Denise barely felt it. The only light they had was the street lamp on the corner. The only audience other than Darin and Judith was a stop sign, the trees in the neighborhood, and us two inside. "I just....I mean..." Gary said. He looked as if he was biting his thumb now in nerves. He started to step outside. I grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back in. "Bad idea," I said. "This is my fault. My fault. I just wanted Darin to not suffer the way I did. I only wanted Darin to be happy. Not be trapped in his own mind. To witness himself doing horrible things to his friends and neighbors and have no way of stopping himself. No recourse to...to..." he stopped. Both Crash and Denise were staring at us now. At him. "Gary," I said. "Let me ask you this, does it look like Darin is trapped? Me? I've known Crash for years now. He's never once made me feel that way." "No," Gary muttered, shaking his head. "But, my experience...." "You're experience was with a meth-headed vampire who hates me and Crash and wants us both dead. That is not your, mine, Denise's or Crash's fault." He paused a moment as if my words had struck home. Or if not home, at least they struck something. He nodded a single time, then stepped outside. I tried to grab him, but he didn't listen then. "I must protest," Gary said, stepping between them. "Crash, you are my dearest neighbor and friend. I've known you for years. Denise, you are going to be my daughter-in-law. I can't let this continue." "This is out of your hands, Gary. I have a duty to perform as a duly appointed official of this county and state. I must ask you humans to step inside. Step away from the windows, and wait till this is over." Darin grabbed his fiance, and pressed his forehead to hers. "Don't be bullheaded please," he said. She smiled at him, and set him aside, along with Judith. I pulled everyone back to the house as best I could. "It's out of our hands. We'd only be collateral damage now." Judith looked at me, her eyes heavy. "That means, we're only in the way, right?" I nodded. "Good." She said, then she stepped between them again. She looked at Denise and Crash and said, "fight if you may. But it will be over my dead body." She closed her eyes. Gary stepped in next to her and said "and mine." I looked at Crash and Denise. "I know you're fast enough to literally fight around us and no one will probably get hurt. Or just move to the back yard and we can't keep up. But, I'd rather you not fight either." "Denise, your family loves you," Crash said. "You willing to let this go?" "No." The shift had come strong and hard for her, I heard the bones popping and rearranging as she grew into her form. A gutteral, visceral sound that even made me squeamish. There was the sound of velcro ripping, then a tail sprouted from behind her. Her horns finished growing in last. Both Judith and Gary gasped at the sight of her. "We won't fight till death. We'll fight to first blood," she said, clenching fists. Crash by now had been through the worst of his change as well. His snarling muzzle curled into a smile with his ears. "You're at a disadvantage." He flexed his fingers showing off his claws. "Till first pin. We take it to the back yard." They moved around us. We stayed near the front, watching at a distance. It was something to see. They moved with such speeds and ferocity when unencumbered by us. They started at a distance, Denise drug her foot like a bull on a charge, bent down into a fighters stance, and then...there was a blur. They were locked up together in a wrestlers grip, one trying to over power the other. Then there was another blur. Denise had Crash in a headlock. He turned his head inward towards her, then another blur. He nearly had her in a half-nelson. She bellowed loudly, and then another blur. Even I was amazed the sight of it. They were moving so fast, we couldn't keep track of them. Eventually, Crash had Denise pinned to the ground with his elbow over her chest. He glared at her, snarled something we couldn't hear. She nodded. He stood then grabbed her hand, picking her up. There was no bloodshed. There was...nothing. Judith broke ranks first and began running to her daughter-in-law. Darin moved after her, but got there first. Gary made it there last. Crash stumbled over to me, as if he was hobbling. I gave him a look, but we continued moving until we got to our house. When inside, I said "okay, you can stop acting, they can't see us." He smirked, then started walking upright again as if nothing was wrong. I recognized that ear smirk of his now, the subtle twisting of his ears. "You set the entire thing up, didn't you?" Crash shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about." He went further into the house, and I followed. "Don't give me that crap. I've seen you fight. There was about a million ways you could have ended that entire thing far before all of that." His only response was to smirk wider. "I still don't know what you're talking about." "Crash." He stopped and turned to me. "This going in the blog?" I nodded. His smirk became a grin. "Then, I have no clue what you're talking about. You humans and your ideas, I swear." He grabbed a drink and disappeared into the woods afterwards to perform his patrols, or do whatever it is that he does. I didn't see him until the next morning where he still refused to talk about Gary's dinner party. We exchanged a few pleasantries, then he went to bed. Me? I still believe it was theater. I am starting to believe the entire thing was a performance, put on for the benefit of two people. I don't believe Darin was in on it based on his actions. It certainly has changed Gary's and Judith's opinions on Darin's fiance'. I have my own theory about what had happened, but Crash has requested that I keep my theory out of the blog. Perhaps when Denise and Darin have their third wedding anniversary, maybe I'll post it then. Until then, hi Darin, yes I'm as much in the dark still as you on everything. Play acting or not, conspiracy or not, either way it's helped Gary out immensely. He comes around more often now like he used to before the entire vampire invasion. Asking about cars, true, but occasionally I hear him talking to Crash, asking about mythical stuff, various questions on the life. In the end, that may have been his true goal for the entire thing. Can't say I blame him for doing it that way. Still, he could have at least told me afterwards. |
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