There Will Be Blood by Brieanna Boyce (bookstand for reading txt) 📕

I probably wasn't giving them a decent enough shot.)

Anyway I stuffed the comics into my backpack without thinking when I suddenly heard a stern "I hope you're going to pay for that."

I winced and turned slowly. There was a man wearing a beanie, glasses, and a v-neck with his arms crossed over his chest.

I bit my lip looking up at him, than I remembered something. I remember the day after being bitten by the vampires and Kale. I remember going to Tristan's to say goodbye. Than he told me that he'd hypnotized the family he was staying with making them think that he was also part of their family.

I looked into the half lidded less than amused eyes of the employee in front of me.

"No." I said calmly.

"No?"

"I'm not paying for these and you... you aren't going to bother calling the cops or giving me any trouble."

The man raised an eyebrow, "I think you should put those down and leave the store before I call the cops."

In a moment of sheer desparity and curiousity I waved my hand in a slow sweeping motion saying, "you will let me take these in fact you are happy to let me take them."

"Are you on drugs? You're seriously trying the Jedi mind trick on me?"

Yes I was. "No."

I than knew only one other way to make him get off my case. Distraction. On the wall next to me was an action figure which I took and hurled across the room breaking and shattering the window there.

The guy shrieked and ran over to the window and before he turned around I was already down the street.

I smiled. I wasn't sure if a bunch of comics were neccisarily worth the effort but at least it provided some amusment and some reading material.

After walking aimlessly around the town I found a highschool which was having classes. I thought, "I still look like a kid..." besides where there was a highschool there was a library and where there was a library there were computers.

I went inside and walked aimlessly trying to find the library and at the same time looking as if I knew where I was going. It was fascinating watching teachers and students all figuring I went here despite no one recognizing me.

I went into the library and strolled to the computers. I turned them on, and realized I didn't have a log in. Shit. I went up to the front desk where I saw a signout sheet. I than said my name was the first name on the list. They signed out a long time ago and I'm sure no one would know.

"Hi my name's," I looked down than up, "Synthia Jones, and I forgot my password." The librarian nodded and looked up poor Synthia's password and log in than handed it to me written on a piece of paper. She did this all without even looking up.

I grinned relieved and sat down at a computer and waited an aggravating amount of time for the computer to load onto the login screen. Than I typed in Synthia's log in and password finally getting access to a computer.

I looked up Eldrich Friedman who was easy to find. He was well known in the scientific world. I pulled up one report of his and read through it until I saw where he lived come up. Mato Grasso, Brazil. I pulled up another tab and looked at a map, I read about it on wikipedia. It held different ecosystem and despite it's distance from the beaches it was suprisingly good for tourism.

I than looked up cruises from England to Brazil and found a cruise that took of from Liverpoole. I than stood up and logged off. I than went into the girl's bathroom. I took my backpack off and pulled out the box of black hair dye I had stolen earlier.

I followed the boxed instructions on the back rinsing my hair through the sink. I watched the dazed and confused faces of the girls walking in to see me color my hair. Than came the part where it told me to wash my hair with shampoo so I just used the handsoap there.

"Are you coloring your hair in the sink?" Someone scoffed.

"Nope I'm just washing my hair in the sink with a box of color in my hand because I like how the water feels."

She ended up commenting on my snarkiness but i didn't care. I than sat on the ground reading my newly aquired comics while the color set in my hair.

Blade was named Eric Brooks, and before he penciled "vampire ass kicker" into his repatoir he was a private investigator.His mother was a prostitute who died during his birth and he was raised in a whorehouse. Than I felt my scalp itching and realized it was probably time to wash the chemicals out of my hair. Reluctantly I put the comic away and washed my hair. At first because of the black color circling the drain I had worried that I had rinsed too soon but when I looked up afterwards I saw a shocking mass of black hair on my head. It somehow managed to make my skin paler and my eyes brighter. The dark black made everything else pop and than I thought of what that woman said. "Winter is coming."

Somehow it seemed like winter. It was funny how much just the color of your hair could change your look. I looked a little less like a kid. I liked it. I dried my hair in about 100 of those crap brown school paper towels.

I swung my backpack over my shoulder and left the bathroom without a word. I walked through town some more and went to the nearest gas station and picked up a map. I read it carefully and noticed the marked
spot on the map where I must've been. I used the measure on the side roughly using an inch to represent 10 miles which meant London was 50 or some odd miles away making it around 80 kilometers. I took the map and left continuing my journey at a leisurley pace and wondering what would be in store once I met Eldrich Friedman. I still wasn't sure what I'd do. How I'd sneak on the cruise, how I'd fair in Brazil knowing no spanish or portugese, and if I'd kill him or not.

Kale

We had moved into a new spot. We were a bit more cramped but seemed to manage. Meg seemed to avoid me more, most of them did except for Derek. Everyone seemed more aggitated since the conflict with the other werewolf pack. Occasionally we would all go out to a club together scoping out vampires, humans, and the occasional vampire. Meg seemed especially flirtatious after I dumped her, her skirts shorter, her shirts lower, her habits more permiscuous. She thought she could make me jealous, remind me that she was a gem. It didn't work.

I tried to avoid others as much as possible, my temper seemed much more explosive. I never hurt anyone but I was prone to breaking things and getting in screaming fits. I came home with girls alot more, girls who were willing to throw themselves at a random stranger. Willing to give themselves over for a few hours of pleasure. I resented them, never remembered their names, and sent them out as soon as I was done.

One day after a particularly gruesome run in with a girl Derek knocked on my door than came in.

"Those guys that kicked us out of our last place... they're in this town. What should we do?"

I looked up at Derek his face was stern and cool, he gave away no emotion and no preferance. I've seen packs like this before O'Leary left me he had told me about these kinds of werewolves. Ones that sludged in the world of drugs and territory, kinds that liked to expand, fight, and intimidate. They didn't care who they killed, who they ruined, or the consequences of those actions, just as long as they got their way. They were no better than those damned blood sucking monsters.

"Kale?"

I looked up, "Get the pack together... tonight we are training them into the ground. No more running I'm tired of these guys."

Derek nodded and left the room but not before I saw the ghost of a smile on his lips. I got up getting dressed and got off the bed. I balanced my body on my fists than raised the rest of my body virtically than began to lift myself up and down. I felt gravity push down on me and felt exhilirated as I pushed back. Each muscle in my body screamed and shook, but I pushed past it. It wasn't that I ignored the pain it's that in some ways I enjoyed it, I enjoyed the push, the strain, I liked seeing how far I could get before my breaking point and thus far I haven't reached it.

Meg came into the room with her hand perched on her hip. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail of black waves. Her blue shirt was tied in front revealing a sculpted abdomen. She also wore black spandex shorts which accented her curvacious hips and muscular legs. She smiled, feigning innocent flirtation.

"My my, you seem rather pumped up?" Her eyes grazed my body casually at which time I promptly set myself upright and walked up to her.

"Wipe that smile off your face,you all wanted to fight those guys? Fine. But I'm not embarassing myself like that again." I smacked her ass casually as I walked past, "now cut the shit and get a move on."

I knew that'd upset her, and frankly I was glad for it, if she thought of me as just some scumbag maybe she'd forget about us and focus on the pack. The more I heard about the south the more I realized that it was riddled with packs like the one we were going to fight. This wasn't the easy existance of the north where many would not take the risk of fighting in the presence of vampires. The south was teeming with werewolves who were all fighting for power, territory,money, and influence.

I met up with everyone in the cramped living room looking each person in the eyes. "Tonight is all buisness, this is not a game, tomorrow night we are taking on a rival werewolf team."

Jason looked around, "None of us have ever fought other werewolves."

The rest of the pack seemed to share his anxiety, "I've fought a werewolf before, I'll teach you how. Anymore questions?" Everyone looked down silent and unsure, I growled. "This isn't time for you to doubt yourselves, we are a pack we are working together to bring down this threat. This is my order."

The drive there was silent. We all crammed into a van and drove to a condemned building.

"Is it safe to practice here?" Meg asked meekly.

I looked at her, "No it isn't. Look killing a vampire is one thing but killing a werewolf that's a whole other thing. This is an older more experienced pack, our only hope is suprise and their arrogance. They can deal with any enviornment and so must we if we have any hopes of keeping our land."

Once we all pulled up to the crumbling building we got out of the car