I started writing this almost a year ago. Been toying with coming back to it when I finish my current novel as another novel in the series, maybe not the very next one though you never know lol what do you think? And do you want a teaser chapter from my current novel I’m working on?
Note from the author:
Well these two are demanding that their story be told. So lets hear their story.
Prompt: A long time ago, you were bitten by a werewolf. Dealing with that was annoying enough, but just last night you got bit by a vampire. Now you grow hair under the full moon AND crave mortal blood. Is it so much to ask for some time to study for finals?
This started as a small blurb of a story from this prompt from one of my many apps and well…. I think its turning into more. Let me know what you think when you have finished the first chapter.
Blood and Moonlight Chapter 1
Delilia
It had been years since I started to hear my wolf Anise inside me. While I am one person, my wolf is a very distinct part of my personality. The not so tame, primal, instinctive side. For some reason I only changed the one time, my first time on my 18th birthday. No one can tell me why. However at night, I find myself nervous as Alinia is unsettled “Delilia without fangs and claws how can we withstand anything. Even most humans are stronger then us. Which is yet another thing to figure out. Why are we wasting time with school?”. I heard my wolf complain within, my ice blue eyes watching around every bend, into every dark shadow. I can fight, do not get me wrong. My pack makes sure every wolf starts to learn to fight soon as they can walk. Not just to ensure we stay safe, but to help tame our wolf. The first changes are always dangerous, the less training a pup has the more likely they are to be feral and if the pack can’t help curb them until they gain control then they are rouge and…. shuddering I force my mind back to my professor’s lecture. He just told us no calculators will be permitted. Oh the room got so loud it wasn’t funny. I agree with my classmates, he is setting us up to fail but why?
Smiling as the wind catches my long hair, I recall the other surprise from class. A far more welcome one. A transfer student who has got to have every chick chasing after him with that straight raven black hair. It is so smooth even I want to run my fingers through it and I get to pet wolves!!! There is just something about him that draws me to him. Even Alinia was focused on the human. She is normally chatty about how he could never protect us and our pups no matter the male. Even and Alpha does not meet her standards. Sadly though; as I share her dream, a wolf who can not change is lower than even a beta. We will probably be on the funeral pyre as a freaking virgin. However, Alinia wanted to get closer. She wanted to get a better whiff of that sage and fire scent he seems to put out.
Walking aimlessly I miss the fact that I turn to soon and am in a dead end ally. An ally that smells of nothing but old and new blood. This is the hunting ground for some deprived killer, mortal by the scent. I have to cover my mouth and pinch my nose to not throw up over my white turtle neck sweater. I turn so fast that I fail to pay attention to my surroundings. Alinia gets ready for another lecture on my foolishness. I fall backwards after knocking the wind out of myself by running into what I assume is a wall.
Warm, strong arms are suddenly around my small shoulders and hips. While my white blonde hair wasn’t so lucky, the rest of me did not land on my ass in a pile of blood. Who knows what else is mixed in there. I can still smell just as well as any shifter. The scent is so powerful of what coats the ground. I nearly miss the hint of sage and fire suddenly in the air. “Careful little one, this is no place for you to be alone.” His baritone voice soothes my raised hackles. It renders my wolf speechless. What is with this new kid? He is different but how?
Like a knight of old, he swings me into his arms. He carries me into the park. We stop right next to the little creek that runs through campus. As he set’s me down I can hear a small rumble as if he is talking to himself. What an odd man… “HEY THAT’S FUCKIN COLD” I screech. He sticks my arm deeply into the water. I fight and squirm. To my shame, he does not even seem to notice. My wolf remains silent as she tries to puzzle out what is going on.
My furry is rising; the water is to damn cold! I do not like it and I do not have a warm fur coat to warm up with after. “GET OFF ME” I snap at the tall man. He is what 6’2″ or something. I am 5’5″. I do not stand a chance to get the guy to let me go. I try not to breathe deeply of that scent. I am finding I quite enjoy it and do not want it to go away. I take my free hand and smack the side of his face. Well I try to anyway. “I can let you go. However, before you ask again, I do suggest taking a look at your arm in the water. Check it before you try to strike me again.” His voice sounds humorous. His free hand holds my other wrist with just two fingers. Just two!!!! “There is something about him. Even in pack training, you could get a few strikes off.” Alinia whispers in my mind. The question is valid. I glance down at my arm and see the long gash penetrating my skin. The sides are held together by this man. His liquid gold eyes meet mine. His whisper caresses my ear. “My friend is on his way. I was talking with him when I seen you go into that ally. Even I know to stay away from that alley and I have only been here three nights little one. When Damien gets here, he will have the supplies in his bag to bandage this. We can then get you some help.”
All well and good, I know his friend’s name but does he bother to introduce himself? Noooo, why would he. I am a shifter who can not change, less then an omega. A thing to be pitied yet kept far from me, least my curse spread. An outcast but thankfully not a rogue. “You should introduce yourself Delilia before you get angry at him for not giving his name. He is rather distracted and distracting.” My wolf’s unexpected kindness to a male surprises me. It makes me double take and blush. As usual, Alinia is right. “I am Delilia.” I pause at a loss for what more to say. I can not just go and say I am Delilia of the New Moon pack to a human! What do I do! Again this stranger comes to my rescue. “I am Kalus Drake, Delilia and I wish we had met under better circumstances though. How is your head? Dizzy? Sick to your stomach? Does anything feel wrong?” His golden eyes are staring into my ice blue eyes as if he can see the answers there. I find myself speachless, as does my wolf as a single thought races through our head. ‘is he ours?’ yet that can not be. Everyone knows a wolf who can’t shift is never blessed with a mate of any kind. What is going on…. the world tiltz on it’s access as darkness speeds in from the edges of my vision to blot everything out. Hearing the words “Fuckin hell, I was sent here for a reason. This waif though draws me to her. She is just a mortal. She can not be the one I seek.” The words mix in with the darkness as I fall into deep unconsciousness.
Kalus
“Why the hell did she go in that ally Damien?” My best friend and bodyguard come up behind me. He is utterly unsurprised that I heard him coming. No other would have heard him though. Shaking my head at my friend standing over us as I meet his pitch black eyes “I do not know, though she was in my class today. Possiblely she was distracted by that cruel notice of no calculators in the exam in two weeks. It is like this teacher wants every single one of them to fail for some reason. I do not like him.” I can feel Damien’s sorrow fill his heart as he looks at the young girl in my arms. She is far to thin and so tiny. “The girl should not be out at night unescorted with the killings on campus. Why was no one with her. Everyone else walks in groups at night. Yet not this girl. Hand me a bandage would ya?”
Damien hands me the bandage. I know that look in his eyes. Contrary to popular belief we actually feel far more then any mortal could stand. Things are sharper and more intense. It is why we rarely leave our home’s now that technology has made it possible that is. It is a relief to not wonder if we would kill that night. I look up at Damien as I wrap the bandage tight as I possibly can and keep my thumb still deeply pressed into Delilia; I think that’s what her name was. She was slurring her words so badly. I do not think she even knew that the gash in her arm actually sliced into her artery. Nor do I believe she was aware of how hard she had hit her head as she started to fall, the more I think about it I do not think she even knows she hit her head.
Damien grabs my shoulder, his nails biting into my skin through the shoulder of my loose tshirt. “Kalus we must leave. There…. there is nothing we can do. She was dead the moment she walked into that ally”. Shaking my friend’s grip off with a dark look silencing any protest he may have I lifted the girl into my arms, holding her close to me as I can so I can feel her breath on my arm and the weak beat of her heart. I know Damien is right, or is he? There are stories told when things were different and we didn’t gather in nests and remain in those nests always. Looking down at the nearly grey skinned girl in my arms I decide I must try.
Damien opens the door to the house we bought the night before and just shakes his head. I know what he is thinking, I have heard it before. Every time I try to help a lost soul on the brink of death they end up dead anyway. This time though, it will be different, it has to be. Everything in me screams at me to save this girl who reminds me so much of the moon.
“Damien, I am going to try it. I have to. There is no other choice. I can not lose this moonbeam. I just can’t” My entire body is trembling as I lay Delilia on my king sized bed. I know how it hugs your body like your in a cloud. I don’t care that there is blood getting all over the blanket. With a simple movement I have her head on my lap and my one free hand stroking her hair gently, careful to avoid the gash on the back of her head. I am drawn to this girl, my moonbeam.
I miss Damien jerk at the fact I just used a nickname on a woman, let alone a mortal. I have not been known to be the uhh most affectionate of people. After all, soon as my wife and I are wed for a year I take over the nest. Actually all the nests as the other leaders answer to my father and that will pass onto me. Her skin is so soft. I can’t help but lean down. I brush a kiss on the rapidly slowing pulse on her throat. If Damien does not hurry she will die and I can not. No I will not let that happen. She is something special; she may be mortal yet there is something special about her. Though I have to wonder at her story and why she is so tiny and obviously under fed. I need to see those eyes the color of ice again looking at me.
Who am I? 
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