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Why does the world ignore me?

Was what he thought everyday. His friends seemed to always be arguing or talking about fights they saw. That's the last thing he thought about or wanted to think about. He naturally had the violence of everyday society seeing as pointless and meaningless. Most fight were without a cause or purpose it seemed.

Most over some woman who had slept with someone else. The other man not knowing about the other boyfriend they never stopped to think she was setting them up to fight. Wanting the attention to see them fight for her. He knew why women thought men were stupid because they could control them so easily.

He was quiet never really bothering to talk to anyone. He had seen too much of society to really trust anyone.

He was a chubby kid about 5'10 with bright green eyes usually covered with his glasses, and long curly dirty blond hair.

He was an average shy kid who liked to stay out of trouble. He hated the drama of everyday teenagers so he didn't speak his mind on the subjects his friends would bring just to stay out of it.

They were always defensive even though they were foolish in their ways. He was never truly happy and how he escaped was the music he listened to.

Most of his nights consisted of laying in bed staring at the ceiling not able to go to sleep because of his thoughts. He would get up in the morning tired to head to the school which he hated and think as necessary.

He was ready to be eighteen to leave the society in which he lived and travel.

He desired love, but it was something hard to find in a society where cheating seemed to be necessary to the others. Heartbreak not uncommon so he had decided to stride on alone away from the world.

Most of the times stuck in his imagination while the others lived their lives. He didn't know what he was going to do.

He wanted to live just in a different way. He didn't believe in true love, but he believed that he could have a kid that would always love him. He would take them away from society from the laws and judgmental ways of it.

The problem was finding a person that would let him do so. He didn't care if that happened or not either way one day there would be his freedom when he left to be on his own. Why be lonely when all that's going to happen is the other person was going to stamp his heart into the ground.

Stuck in his thoughts he couldn't make up his mind, and would he ever he will never know.

To be continued...

The man had gone insane. Losing his son and wife in the car crash. A drunk driver had decide to play chicken on a bridge.

He was numb five years had passed since the day. They given the man five years. He was following him to the store, and as the man drove with his wife and child in the car. Just as they were about to park he ran into the side of the vehicle. Making glass shatter all over.

He stepped out of his own vehicle going to the passenger side holding the blade in hand. Jerking out the man's wife.

He put the knife to her throat as the man scrambled out.

He smiled for the man who had slaughtered his family as his 6 year old little boy stepped from the car. Looking into his mom's terrified eyes screaming and crying.

"Don't hurt her I have done nothing to you man just let her go," he dared to say.

"You don't remember me I suppose," he said with an insane laugh as he kissed the man's wife on the cheek shushing her like a crying child as she wailed on her knees begging.

"It's...you," the man said with a gulp.

"I should do to you what did to me," He yelled.

The man approached slowly as people started to gather around them.

Slinging his wife to the ground he punched the man in the throat. He fell to his knees grasping his wind pipe coughing up blood. Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

"Get prepared to feel what I feel," He said a tear sliding down his cheek.

He thrust the knife into his own stomach smiling as he did so.

The man's eyes went wide.

"Your turn," He said simply as blood started flow down his jeans.

He shoved the knife deep into the man making him scream as he twisted the blade then jerking it out.

"You thought your punishment was over didn't you. Those five long years of guilt, but I'm the punisher now," He said licking the blood off the blade smiling at the taste of the coppery goodness.

"Oh!!!Please," He begged.

He took the tip of the knife to his chest raking it against his skin making the blood drain from the gash. Then doing the same to his victim with a thrust of anger.

"Please stop," someone from the crowd yelled in horror.

"Stop. Did he stop when my wife and child were on that bridge. Did he think to spare their pain or mine. Now! I feel nothing! I have nothing to live for or nothing to die for! He took everything I could ever have had," He yelled tears flowing as he screamed his rage.

As he slammed the knife into his chest in rapid thrust continuously. Then doing the same to the victim who screamed in agony pleading for forgiveness.

"I may forgive you, but god will not. I will see you burning hell for what you did. Murder is murder and you will pay for what you did! I will not show mercy towards a murdering fucker such as you," He screamed as slit his own throat.

With blinding speed he slashed open his victims trachea as they both fell to the cement.

"Daddy," the little boy exclaimed holding the man's head in his hand as the blood poured.

The end....

The showdown was about to begin under the full moon with the trees billowing in the wind. The rustling of the leaves and the growls emitted from the wolf of grey toward Buff the wolf of white.

Howls came from the distance as the two circled glaring each other down. There eyes turning red as angered boiled in their veins.

Father against son a battle long before thought would never happen. Out of his family his father had shown him as much attention as he could afford. Under his mothers control though he couldn't be the true father he had wanted to be toward his youngest child.

"Why didn't you come back and save me if you loved me. Why does she always have the say over the others," Buff asked in rage the deep wolf voice echoing through the forest.

"You think I didn't want to. But it was four against one. The others saw you as unimportant and unworthy to be with us. Such a weak pup as you were. The runt is always expendable to them. If I had went after you I would have been slaughtered," He exclaimed.

"If it were my son I would have at least tried," Buff said huffing.

A tear rolled down his face to hear the words said aloud. He had always kept in mind that they might have looked and they did, but they left him even though they thought it was enemy territory.

He had been more accepted by the vampires than he had his own family.

He returned to his human form in sadness and simply walked away from his father. He came face to face with his mother a giant blond wolf. Dark penetrating blue eyes stared at him.

He walked by her like she wasn't there an insult that no one dared to do, but he could care less.

"Come back here," she ordered.

"Fuck you," he screamed as his body contorted back into the white wolf.

He swiftly turned around charging toward her. A roar came from him that seemed to shake the earth making even her hesitate to move. He sunk his teeth into her as he grasped her muscles in her claws. She tried slinging him off her back, but his grip was too strong. She tried reaching back for his head on her should, but she couldn't reach as she began whelping as he pulled the muscle making blood appear as he tendons started to pop.

He was tackled by his father making him let go crashing to the ground. Buff stood with speed dodging another blow as him and his father once again started circling each other. His mother limped away now afraid of her young son.

To be continued...

The wilderness an unforgiving place. But the thing is he was at peace even though the fact he was nude made it chilly he didn't care. It was survival here to fight, but in society people fought for the wrong reasons. In the wilderness animals fought each other for food and for the protection of their young never for money, drugs, etc. Buff had learned if you gave back to the land it rewarded you with the fruit and nurturing of it. All though you struggled to obtain it as long as you gave back to it you're reward was inevitable.

At the start he had been forced to scavenge eating half eaten corpses along with the maggots that had been wiggling in the flesh. He had grown quickly tired of the taste of rotting flesh. When he exited vampire territory more kills were able to be made, and more eatable plants were available.

He was living quietly for the moment anyway until he dreamt one night of the wolves coming for him. He heard their cries he was in their territory and him having a sent of a male wolf would have trouble or was it truly wolves chasing him?

His white fur flashing like a light in the forest as his talons scrapped through the dirt with each step.

He heard the howls keeping himself from doing the same as the instincts tried to take over. He sustained the growl in his throat as he saw the Alpha. He was as big as Buff like an impenetrable fortress of pure muscle.

His hair was a long silky grey twirling in curls as the wind blew.

"My son it is time for our family to be whole once more. We have been watching you getting close to those blood suckers. You have become powerful and can help us destroy them," It spoke in a raspy voice.

"I won't let you do that most of them didn't like me, but they never laid a finger on me to do me any harm. I have wronged them enough by killing one of their kind. They took me in after you abandoned me," He growled showing his fangs.

"We didn't abandon you! You ran away to those blood suckers," His father yelled.

"One of them is my mother and she showed me more love than my family ever did," He said.

"Fool," his father yelled springing toward him.

To be continued...

The wolf stood above them all crying out his rage toward the vampire that had treated like a savage with no rights to his freedom.

From his snout his lips rose showing perfect jagged edged teeth, and his course white fur billowed in the wind. His eyes as red as a flame from the sun with his hands holding long shard ivory white talons.

The vampire intimidated his graceful nature in a stupor of fear as his green eyes went wide.

The town had surrounded them in a crowd around the small cabin that the vampire lived in.

The howl that erupted from the beast standing before the fearful man making his brown hair wisp in a whirlwind of pure hatred.

The lust to kill greeted the howl as he lunged forward letting no time pass as the vampire was torn in half by the talons of the vicious white wolf.

It was just now time for sunset the sun not bright enough to kill off the vampires.

Why the young man was able to change into the beast with no moon had the people astounded.

As the vampire died on his porch loosing the precious blood of victims that had kept his body alive spilled from his veins Buff turned back to his normal form.

He was shocked by what he had done, and so with this he fled passing through the shocked crowd into an unforgiving world that would not accept him for who he was. Even his own kind had treated him as a slave.

He took one last look at the woman who had given him love of a true mother and ran to the world of nature were only god could judge him.

By the age of eight Buff had forgotten about his family. The woman he had run into six years ago was Emily. The priestess over the town and his mother as he called her. The others treated him as slave labor making him do their dirty work through out the day. He also had to plant his own harvest. Wearing their black clothes made it extremely hot in the sun even with his shirt off.

He sighed as he hoed the fields he had created. He only had one friend besides Emily his mother. That was Clara. She was a skinny woman with light brown hair. Her eyes a water like blue that seemed to put him in a trance every time he dared look into them.

As the night came and he finished his planting the moon rose only in the first quarter he sighed knowing he was going to have to hunt with his knife. That he thought as an inconvenience.

"Buff," he heard Emily call.

"Coming mama," He yelled heading toward the town putting his shirt back on.

He trotted in seeing the glares from the others except for Clara who he leisurely waved at. Flashing a small smile her way as he approached Emily.

"Buff where have you been," She asked.

"Planting the crops," He said shrugging.

"You knew I told you to wake me up before you went anywhere," She said.

He huffed a little wondering why she was the only one to show him any compassion.

"I know it's just I can't eat meat all the time I need something else. Vampires suck all the blood out, and it leaves the meat rotten there isn't much to hunt here," He said looking at her as she crossed her arms.

"I know just tell where you are going next time so I don't worry," She said shaking her head as she headed into her house.

"Werewolf come here," a voice said from a house.

It was Jeff the asshole of the village. He had short black hair and fluorescent green eyes. He always had a way of pushing his buttons.

He trotted over to the man's house.

"You didn't do a good job of cleaning my house you fucking worthless mutt," He said spitting in Buff's face.

"Maybe since I see you as trashy maybe I wanted your house to look like its owner," Buff said snarling showing his long incisors still dangerous even out of wolf form.

to be continued...

Embrace me my love...

"Never," He replied to his subconscious.

He was in the front row listening to the teacher go on about geometry. He didn't noticed the people next to him and couldn't all he could see was the deity that was plaguing his thoughts.

She had babbled on for months inside his head. He had been a football player the popular guy. Now his skin was a pale as snow, and the bags under his dark brown eyes were black from days of no sleep.

She didn't allow him sleep until he did her bidding. Like killing someone or beating someone to the point they begged him for mercy.

He had done neither yet, but he didn't know who she was if she was a ghost, vampire, etc.

He often wondered what the hell the temptress truly was.

He had never met a bigger tease either showing what he could have if he simply did what she wanted.

Her perfect curves and breast with pink nipples. The palest of skin and long blood red hair. It made him quiver just thinking of her sometimes making him lick his lips with lust.

He was scared to death of her though, and could think of nothing else.

He was failing all of his classes, loosing his friends, she only allowed him to wear black, purple, and red. Her three favorite colors, and being the situation he had had to buy black shirts, pants, and socks. Even his shoes had to be black.

She didn't allow him to get a hair cut so his auburn hair hung over his should and his bangs covered his eyes.

He hung his head in silence as the teacher stopped at his desk.

"I'm awake," He said so the man would leave him alone.

Just kill him and you know what I can give you...

The image flashed in his mind, and he merely sighed tired of hearing the same thing everyday.

As the day went on he drifted through it like a zombie no able to pay full attention to life.

"What the hell are you," He asked inside his head walking to his truck.

No answer.

On the drive home he watched the road unusually quiet in his head. In the middle of the road making him slam on his breaks is were she stood wearing a purple dress looking to be made of silk.

She smiled showing her perfect teeth as he just sighed as walked to the passenger side. Opening the door leisurely without a care in the world.

"Hello, Jonah," She said smiling her red lips curving into a sly smile as she closed the door.

"Hi," He said not knowing her name.

"I'm Samantha," She said a sparkle coming to her eyes.

"So do you try to ruin people's lives for a living," He asked as he looked at the road.

"I was merely testing you. I know everything about you. You have a good heart, and I'm tired of being hurt by men. You think me a tease, but it takes a good man to resist such beauty. I have plagued your mind for months, and you have not broken. You were not meant to be such a person a prep as they're called. You have something most people don't a conscience," She said leaning on his shoulder.

"A test to see how much I could take. I would never take a life without true reason to. Everyone has a conscience, but most don't use theirs," He said simply looking at her.

"I'm sorry the way I treated you. You must know that I never meant to hurt you. I want someone like me with me to help me with the cause I present before you," She said sincerely as he stopped in his gravel driveway.

"What do you want. What was the point," He asked turning his head to look into her eyes.

"We are going to save the world. You and me are going to gather people to our side. Save this damned planet from its fate. Will you help," She said tears welling up in her eyes.

"Let me think on it by myself so I can think clearly. What did you do to me," He asked.

"A powerful spell I found in an old wiccan journal. I'm a witch and a damn good one. It gives me the ability to enter and exit your mind at will," She said smiling kissing him on the lips then pulling back.

"Just let me think on it," He said.

She started turning to leave, but he caught her arm gently.

"Come in its cold my parents won't be home all week. Your feet are bare, and I would fell guilty letting you go back out there," He said.

She smiled nodding that she would, but instead of making her walk her carried her in.

She rubbed her arms entering the warm house.

His living room carpet felt good on her feet as he set her down closing the wooden door behind them.

"Get on the coach and get some rest," He said.

She did as told not wanting to argue that she was dirty, but he didn't seem to care. She would sleep easy this night knowing she was in his comfortable familiar presence. He sat in the love seat in a corner drifting off to sleep himself no longer being plagued by her intrusion in his mind.

She smiled wondering what tomorrow would bring.

To be continued...

A vampire village in the wilderness. All dressed in black blending in with the night, and slipping into their log cabins at night to sleep. On this night there heard the wolf cry.

A boy of the age of two a mass of pure muscle as he ran toward to the village. He had on old tethered clothing that had been through many rough nights. He was smart, but didn't know what lurked in the village.

He heard the call of his brethren looking for him, but he had become lost in the maze of the forest chasing his prey.

There stood a woman so beautiful his eyes could not stray. He had no idea it was the life time enemy his parents had always talked about a vampire. Her long red hair touching her waist and such perilous beauty in her hazel eyes.

He halted his little form peering up at the woman.

"It's ok little one. You look lost," She said a sweet smile breaching her ruby red lips.

His hair a shaggy white and eyes of blue she could help, but fall in love with the little tike. He was scared and alone, but being wrapped in her arms he felt a calm he had never felt even with his own kind. He felt such a love illuminating from himself that it amazed him.

Why this woman?

He didn't know the answer even his own mother hadn't made him feel this. He was the runt of the litter meaning he was expendable to her more than the others being treated like a slave more than a child.

"It's ok poor baby," She said running her fingers through his hair making a chill go down his spine that he enjoyed.

He knew this was the beginning of a very good bond between him and his new found woman friend. He would protect her like she was his mother for no one had shown him such kindness.

She carried him to her cabin which was bigger than the others showing her authority of the village obviously the leader.

She put him on the floor stepping into her coffin, and she waved her hand inviting him to rest. He didn't argue as he climbed in putting his head on her heart lying on her closing his eyes as she closed the lid before the sun drifted in.

She wondered what held in the future for her and this child.

To be continued...

"I'm Raphael, and those men are from a cult here in the pines. All slaves to a woman named Rain. I don't have time to explain my life story to you. I have to go, and I would fell guilty if I got your family killed for my mistakes now move," He said gently pushing the woman out of the way of the door.

He was hit from behind slammed against the wall. He hit the cabin floor being stomped by the man's boots. Eventually he managed to catch the man's foot by the ankle and slinging into the corner of a door frame. Standing quickly he staggered to his feet as the man shot up to his own. He dodged a fist and thrust an uppercut to the man's jaw. He flew into the air, and then gravity kicked in sending him to the ground.

The women stayed at the stairs afraid to get in between the two. Raphael's boot landed on the throat of the man he had just meet, and as the man grasped the at his throat his face was starting to turn more pale blue.

"Enough, will calm down enough to let me go free or shall I crush your windpipe now," Raphael asked.

The man mouthed a yes in reply. Raphael was out the door in a split second. He never looked back to see that the man he had run into was none other than the brother of Rain the Empress of the Abyss. The leader of her armies, and he would have his vengeance even if it killed him in the end.

To be continued...