Endlessly

Without a single breath I felt my body sink to a new low and knew from that moment on it was the beginning of something new. Something I had never felt before. A craving had begun to burn inside of my skin, somewhere unknown to even my own self. It had sunk deep inside of me, and burnt away my feeling, my personality, and even my sanity. As I questioned my life a sudden brush of cold washed over me and the soft motion of a smile slipped across my lips. This was it.
As the piercing strain had finally lifted from my flesh and the liquid oozed silently along the small lines of silvery skin, soon it would be final. It would begin and questions shifted throughout my mind, endlessly.

Chapter 1
Courage

I smiled warmly to the man with his legs crossed impatiently and his fists bawled tightly. There was something about him that made me want to hurl and not let a single tear slide to my cheek for it. A burning inside of my lonesome heart that provided the flame for this hunger to slit the man’s throat but I kept the fake smile with pride and nodded. “The doctor will see you in a moment.”
The impatience in his eyes only grew deadlier as he glared at me. The hazel twists inside the solemn green haunted me for a long moment. With a deep sigh his legs uncrossed and his hand snatched a ‘Seventeen’ magazine not far from his stubby little arms. The short and plump man ran his fingers lightly through his ruffled black hair. Brushing off the anger without another glance at the window I stood behind. I sat back down and let my face slump.
The uncomfortable maroon; coffee splattered, computer chair squeaked noisily as I twisted back to my computer. My silver eyes staring straight at me once again. The same old silver eyes that no matter what moment I looked away they’d always haunt me. I felt so cold to the touch and still no one cared. I never had a fever in my life nor have I had to take a breath. I could hold it for hours. Even my own doctor refused to think there was something wrong with me but I knew there was. Right from birth. My whole childhood, which I could not remember for some strange reason.
With a loud snap the door flung open and the doctor immerged with an angry scowl upon his face and eyes. “Fiscun! Stand! You’re fired!” I was startled heavily by his words and a look of pure sorrow slipped through my eyes. “What?!” it was all I could manage.
“You’re fired!” he shouted, this time his tone was not so strong and his fingers shook violently. I had been ace at this job since I had started it. With anger clear in my eyes I stared at the silver haired man. His burning black eyes beat me down to a mere sigh and I stood without question. My arms fell limp at my sides and another hunger grew inside of me. I needed to eat something. Oddly everything I ate that wasn’t from my house was revolting. I could not stand it and most formally refused to touch it.
“Goodbye Doctor Strat.” I said with a slight bow of my head, letting my shaggy hair fall back into my silver eyes and then stood straight once more. My brow only furrowed slightly as the image of a cow being chopped up into hamburger clouded most of my vision. I rushed from the office, bag in hand and jacket slung around one shoulder. I tried my best not to burst into laughter as I reached my motorcycle.
My Harley Davidson was all I really held proud to my name besides my Darkstar skateboard. As the shock of thunder boomed overhead a sigh escaped my lips and I let my leg slip over the bike, kick starting it like always. I slung my bag on my back and tightened the front straps so it stayed securely atop me. I revved the engine lightly, smiling. I put my helmet on and slammed the eye guard down with a chuckle. I strapped on my leather gloves and pushed up the kickstand.
With a loud screech the tires screaming against the pavement and I was off into the darkness. The parking lot was pretty empty and I was going to have an easy commute home. I drove to the exit of the parking lot without stopping; I drifted into the traffic and zoomed down the close to empty streets. The ride was short and boring. No radio. My iPod was dead so I had absolutely nothing but the wind to listen to. Things were plainly boring as the hunger ate at my insides, clawing at my empty stomach.
The dark alleys were grimy and gloomy, offering nothing of interest or entertainment, yet they called to me. Beckoning me in the strangest way. It was almost as if I needed to go down them. An urge that so quickly overcame my body and ran up my spine. Deeper than the hunger. It took full concentration and force to make me continue down the street and not slow to a stop.
Once I made it back to my house I parked the bike in the driveway and shut it off. I walked it slowly into the garage and locked it up, shutting off the lights and walking inside. “I’m home.“ I said dully. Not bothering to shout it throughout the house. Home. The word meant to be safe, comfortable, calm. Somehow I just never felt that way when I entered this house. When I entered this building it felt as piercing cold as my skin and as empty as those alleys.
No sound came back to me, so I glided silently to the fridge and grabbed a juice box, one my mother would fill for me. The only ones I could have. I didn’t know why I needed special food or drinks, I just did. I never questioned it or wondered why I was so special compared to so many others, I merely carried on like I was any other normal human being. This year had been different though. The hunger had grown stronger and I had become colder. I never slept and my eyes were becoming a golden black.
As I shut the fridge door my mother walked down the steps just around the corner, she was silent but yet my ears picked up every little wrinkle of a piece of fabric. “Hello mother.” I whispered into the darkness, reaching out and flicked the lights on so I could see her face. She was beautiful in every way. Her body glided just as silently as my own across the stone marble floor towards me. “Hello dear.” she replied with a brilliant smile.
I flashed my own smile to her and bowed my head, “Lovely evening isn’t it.” I was thinking about the alley again, it was beginning to haunt me. They circled my memories with a dark laugh clouding the good thoughts.
“They’re only alleys hunny. They will not harm you.” My mother assured me, she had this way of reading my mind like I was an open book. Sometimes I would get so frustrated with the fact that I could never keep my thoughts secret that I embarrassed her for a full week with only thinking about sex. Her face would flush and she’d slap my arm, saying ‘Stop thinking about that. You’re only 13.’
My mother and I have had our fair share of good memories and terrible ones, but in the end she was always my mother, the woman who’s golden eyes and perfect brown curls always captured me. Her lips were fine pointed and her eyebrows smoothly curved to the exact point. Not a single line on her was out of place. Perfection. The only word that would ever come to mind when I gazed upon her beauty. I always praised the fact that I had my mother’s eyes and lips. At least a little perfection was fit into me.
No silence in his steps nor softness in his touch my father trudged into the room. He did not have grace or perfection, mostly hair and stench. He always smelled of dog, and looked like one too. His skin was piercing hot and his voice was just as rough as his hands. Most of his body was covered in hair and his movements were lopsided. He always seemed awkward and out of place, but fine tuned to a point where he belonged.
The light glistened off my skin as well as my mothers, but only burned into my father’s hairy arms. His face was delicate and curved well, and his smile took your mind and eyes off of everything else. Not all the qualities about him were negative. My mother was madly in love with him though, and always would be. I could tell by the look in her eyes whenever he entered the room, or the hitch in her breath whenever he wrapped his arms around her. I was glad they still loved each other. It was meant to be.
“Oh, hello Am.” he smiled at my mother. Ambrosine Kali Walker-Noble. My mother’s full name, now. After marrying my father she added the ‘Noble’ part, but in tradition, kept her maiden name. She also gave me that name, Fiscun Peter Walker-Noble. I was now apart of two different families. My father having his same old name, Noah Jace Noble. He yawned lightly and placed his hand over my mother’s, and I watched as for once in her life a bit of color entered her cheeks and her eyes dropped to the floor.
Rolling my eyes I walked from the kitchen into the living room, the fire place ablaze with hungry flames. I could feel the gnawing in my stomach grow and I clutched it angrily. I really needed to feed this damn hunger. “Ma. I need food.” I called out a bit weakly. It was driving me near to insanity. I heard faint noises of giggling from my mother and knew it would be a while since I got anything to eat so I climbed the carpeted stairs to my bedroom.
I opened the door and shut it silently behind me. First door on the left. I was glad my parent’s room was on the other side of the house and on the first floor. That way I didn’t have to hear them trying to make my baby brothers or sisters. Black surrounded me and I stared into it as if it was the rest of my life in a nutshell. Black, darkness, gone, depression. All the things I had encountered a thousand times over and now once again.
Without needing light I slipped back onto my bed so I was staring at what should have been my ceiling. My fingers gripped into the bed tight as the hunger began chewing my insides and tightening the muscles in knots. I held my breath as I felt the blood burn; coursing through my veins. A grumbling softly rumbled from the depths of my chest and my neck cracked without the slightest movement. My entire body began shaking violently. Growling lowly I jumped from my bed and howled lightly into the darkness. Scaring even myself I ripped the door open, the hinges cracking and falling out of place, taking the whole door off of the wall. My hands were no longer human, nor hands, they had become paws. Thick burly hairs replaced most of my skin and a sudden warmth overtook my body.
I whimpered slightly, unable to speak, I almost fell to the ground. My paws clutched at the walls as if I was clinging hopelessly for dear life. My eyes burnt and I could feel my body shiver and stretch. My nails were growing by the second and to a fine tuned point. Digging deep into the wood and the depths of the paneling I pulled my body to its feet only to see I had grown a foot in a matter of minutes. My eyes stung with an unknown fire and I closed them immediately, my paws springing from the walls depths without a problem and slamming my eyes. Fresh tears falling from their lids.
Once my paws fell away from my face sharpened teeth, a prolonged snout, and narrowed eyes replaced its surface. I brought my head up and howled loudly, a growling growing deep inside my chest. My pulse was racing beyond compare as the hunger ravaged inside of me. I charged forward hungrily, smashing into the wall and falling on all fours then springing down the stairs, my tongue almost falling out of my mouth. Something was hitting the back of my legs so I glanced back at my body.
I was like my father, covered in hair completely and shaped like a beast. My eyes grew wide and I skidded to a halt. I wasn’t a beast, I was a wolf. A full grown out wolf. Several feet long and covered in thick black-white hair. I stopped that thought in my brain and went to say aloud, “Fur?” but only came out as a light bark. “Shit!!” more barking. I could hear distant thoughts trying to enter my own and I grew frightened, bolting for the door. I skidded across the kitchen, my paws clicking against the marble. More barking. I hadn’t tried to speak.
Before I could leave I turned my head to see another wolf. Larger than me and quite angry. Covered in a very dark brown fur and fangs bared followed by a low growling. My eyes were still wide and I whimpered slightly, I nudged my head at the door nervously and quickly, I needed to get out of here. Wake up from this dream. I was only dreaming, I had to be. Once the door opened a crack the other wolf lunged at me and I whimpered loudly, scrambling to my left around the kitchen table. The wolf hit the door and fell to the ground, but quickly regained footing and began the chase.
I skidded around the table and struggled forward through the living room, trying not to get my tail caught in the fireplace since it was still set ablaze with flame. I dashed around the couch while the other wolf merely jumped over it. I just made it by him in time to bolt again for the kitchen, the door open more from the other wolf smashing into it. He wasn’t too good on his footing either. Oddly this all felt all too familiar to me. The whimpering, the wolf, everything. Once I made it to the door and I smashed it with my front paws and bounded out the door into the city. The other wolf stopped at the door and whimpered slightly then howled into the night, long and growling. I was in for a night full of trouble..
The Depths Of The City

I bolted as far from what I had known as ‘home’ as fast as I possibly could. There was something wrong with that wolf. He looked menacing yet.. Caring? I couldn’t tell quite yet. The memory was fading as I slipped down an alley, searching for breath. It was the city, I would only have to deal with dogs, no wolves like that. Or so I thought. Just at that moment I had been proven dead wrong. Along with the wolf from the house three others were approaching me from the other end of the alley.
Cautiously I backed to the other end of the alley, hoping it wouldn’t be a dead end, it seemed to go for miles. I turned and bounded as fast as I could down the alley, hoping to get to the end and see a bright and shiny road, much to my surprise it was neither a dead end or a street, it turned. It went to the left and the right I bounded right, and quickly turned around, slipping past the wolves just at the right moment, they were chasing me alright.
I was new to all of this so I had no idea how to use my newly acquired limbs. I stretched them forward, whimpering once more as I heard the growling of the other wolves approaching. I had to escape, I thought, it seemed like I was dinner, and I hadn’t planned on that. With a quick movement I dashed into an open apartment door. My legs were moving much faster than I had thought possible. Legs, covered in nice gray matted fur. My eyes whirled at the sights I passed. People were now screaming, “Wolf!” It seemed to be some kind of night club.
My heart raced inside of me as my thoughts whirled to the wolves I though that were still bounding behind me. The loud music and shouting voices aggravated my mind and I howled a deep and loud howl. Somewhat more of a growl, but I hooked the note at the end to make it a howl. Most of the noise stopped and the people along with it, so I bolted for another door. I came out the other end of the building to an open avenue street. Police sirens wailing in the air.
I had right about now wished I could cry but no tears streaming from my eyes. My legs carried me to the nearest park, the night’s fog covered me quite well and a small whimper slipped from between my jaws as I thought of my parents and what that wolf might have done to them. I laid down by a bench and put my head between my legs. I had no idea what I was going to do. I looked up at the moon, it shone so bright in this dark hour of loneliness. I was going to lose everything and everyone I had cared so dear for over the years. I sat up and howled deep and low to the moon, it carried upon the air and into the night.
Once more I laid down and this time I closed my eyes, hoping I would just awake and find this to be a horrifyingly realistic dream. A hope I was wishing for so badly as sleep tingled across my aching muscles. My mind finally started to go to ease as I heard soft footsteps approach me. I was too scared and tired to do anything about them so I let them come closer to do to me what they will.
The very last thing I could remember of this horrific night was a soft and gentle voice creep across my ears with a “Goodnight young one.” The only odd part was, it sounded more like it was drifting across my mind, not my ears.

The Next Morning..

Light shimmered through the dusty windows of what looked like an old shed. My arms lifted above my head and I stretched in the sunlight. The familiar cold surrounded my body and my skin had returned to its silvery manner. The fur had disappeared and the strain along with it. My eyes scanned the room for food, I was starving, still. Finally, my fears hit me. Last night had to be true. I wasn’t at home, safe within my room. I was, god knows where, with, god knows who, for god knows what reasons. Quickly a sigh slipped between my lips and my head dropped to stare down at my naked body. My eyes grew wide and I dashed for a blanket, wrapping it tight around my waist like a skirt. Suddenly, the wooden door swung open and a girl stood in the bright sun’s rays.
My eyes strained slightly to see her. Long brown hair hung a few inches below her shoulders and curled at the tips. Piercing green eyes shone brightly within their hazel depths. Slim figure and dressed in a long silky skirt with a nice shirt my own makeshift skirt nearly fell from between my fingers. I clung to it as I asked, “Where am I? Who are you?” Across the wind my voice flew and into her ears. A smile formed upon her lips and she walked into the shed.
“Good morning.” He voice was pleasant and delicate. I could tell she was shy because she couldn’t look at me, her eyes averted mine and her face grew red just by my presence. Gently, her fingers placed on my free arm, “Follow me, please.” With a slight curtsy she turned and giggled as she walked from the shed. I followed without question, she seemed to be harmless.
Shining brightly in the morning’s hours the sun burned into the ground and sent me shivering. The warmth from last night hadn’t lasted but for some reason I was craving it. I didn’t want to be cold and I couldn’t exactly wrap my entire body in the blanket I had used. Her footsteps were gentle and carefully chosen across the stone path. The shed was right outside of a small little cottage with a homely fireplace. It seemed so familiar. The trees concealed it well and the sun made it visible. As we came to the door she turned and looked at me, tears streamed down her face.
Confusion filled my eyes and my brow pulled together gently. ‘What is it?” My words were the only thing breaking this silence and so the door behind her opened, showing my father. His eyes widened slightly and he pulled the girl inside, slamming the door in my face. Now confusion slipped from my eyes and anger replaced it. My fists bawled tightly and without another thought slammed on the door. Cracking it and shaking the house. “I’ll kill you if you hurt my mother!”
Suddenly, once again the door opened, just before my fist could slam it again. My father winced slightly and pulled me in. “I’m not cheating on your mother Fiscun.” he growled gently and pointed at the couch where my mother was laying down. Her eyes shut gently and a blanket covering her body. “Then who was that?” I asked, confusion finding me once more. This was getting ridiculous.
“That’s your sister.” he sighed gently and my eyes widened at his words. I couldn’t speak as the girl entered the room once more and waved at me, the tears gone now. The slender fingers gently moving in the air. I couldn’t feel anything and my mind only drew blanks. “What?”
First I lose my job, then I turn into a wolf, and finally I find myself asleep in a shed by a cottage deep in the woods, my father and mother there and some girl who I’m introduced to that is supposedly my sister. Finally, my legs break from underneath me and I just fell to the floor. My weight making me an anchor enabling me from moving whatsoever. Questions wouldn’t leave my ears and I shook my head, once more in confusion. “What?!” I nearly shouted, finally climbing to my feet, the blanket almost falling.
As my full height brought me back to life I realized how much taller than my father I was. I had never felt so tall in my life than at that point. No longer was I scrawny or different. I seemed tall and in control of things, scaring even myself. “What the hell are you talking about? I’m an only child!”
With a slight wince my father shook his head, “She’s not blood related, she’s your sister in a different way. Fiscun, you’ve ascended, and are now full blooded mix. I don’t know how you got wolf, you were only supposed to be vampire.” The words raced across me and I fought back tears. I had so many questions, but none would come from my lips. This couldn’t be happening. Jaw tightened and fists bawled, I walked to my mother, looking her straight in the eyes. “Mother. We need to take Noah to a hospital. He’s gone insane.”
Then, just like that all my nightmares came true. She shook her head with a gentle laugh. “He’s telling the truth Fiscun.”
My eyes widened in fury, confusion, and pain. How could this be happening? Did he brain wash her? Did he convince her of this with sex? How the hell was this happening. Then, if things couldn’t get worse two men walked into the house, laughing. One was quite tall and burly with long slick black hair. His eyes glanced at me for only a moment, and he returned to talking to the other man. Finally, his words ended and he stared at me. Failing to speak or move, he just stared. The other followed his example. They were twins. I could tell by the facial expressions and eyes, other than that, their heights were different and hair styles as well.
One, dressed in a pinstriped tee shirt and the other who had first stopped talking was dressed in a football jersey. The jeans varied in color and size, but not much different from the other. My brow was pulled together, mimicking their expressions in a way. Finally, one laughed and rant to me, tackling me to the ground with strong muscles and frozen skin. “Hey little brother!” the words were shouted into my ear and only confusing me more. What the hell?
“Um… little brother?” I asked, stiff in the hug as my body was slammed to the ground. Finally the man lifted us both up and he brushed me off with a chuckle. “Oh shit. You don’t know? I thought Noah had told you?” he looked back at Noah and my father just nodded in approval.
Once again he laughed and shook his head, “Oh, alright. You’re just in the denial stage. Don’t fret about it too much dude. It’s real.” Lightly brushing off his jersey his pony tail black hair was thrown back to sling at his back. His eyes were a deep navy blue, matching that or his brother’s. My eyes were wide and my brow still pulled tight. Confusion clouded me and I nearly laughed in insanity, so damn confused with all this.
“Sorry for my brother’s manners.” The other man came and stood next to him, “I’m Jeremy, and this is my brother Gregory.” Be fore he could start another sentence the man that had tackled me but in, “I’m Greg.” a grin slipped across his lips as he cracked his knuckles. Jeremy, the shorter one had his hair short in the back but his bangs long and in his face. I just noticed now as my eyes scanned over them that Jeremy’s jeans were tighter than Greg’s. Finally he spoke again and my eyes slipped back to look at his. “Anyways, we’re your brothers. Welcome to the family. Greg here is a vampire and I’m a werewolf. We’re oddballs too. Our mother was a werewolf and our father a mortal. When she had me first, I came out boiling hot and sweating but Greg came out cold. She never expected to have Greg, but loved and cared for him nonetheless. Out father abandoned her and long story short, Greg here got bitten before ascending and turned into full vampire.”
My eyes were twitching. Literally twitching as he finished the story, his voice was soft and gentle in the silent room and my mind reeled with questions at the words it had just presented to me. I glanced over at the girl who giggled once more and smiled at me. “I’m Sydney.” Her fingers waved once again, and my wide eyes just returned to staring at the two men. One smelled of dog and the other of death.