Supernaturals

2. He saw her

DECLAN

I had been watching her, long before she had seen my car. She didn't act like she knew she was in the vampires’ territory and it was either she was overestimating her magical prowess...or she was just plain stupid.

She wasn’t a spy as she didn't carry herself like one...she was just another person in search of food. But that didn't mean I should have allowed her to keep breathing, that didn't mean I should have allowed her to keep wandering in the vamp territory. Not to mention she was a witch, and according to all I have heard, their blood was the best...five times sweeter than humans, and what's more, it was intoxicating. I had to fight the urge to go to her and drink her dry before she could move her finger. And then snap her neck.

That was what I should have done, that was what, probably, every other vamp in the world would do.

On another day and in the right mood, I could still do it.

She was a beauty, an utter beauty. Her outfit was not extravagant on its own, but with her in it, it looked like something that costs twenty times its real price. Her legs were so pretty, even from afar I could tell her skin was flawless. If there was something called spots, her whole body had no idea. Her lips were strawberry sweet—I hadn't tasted it but I was certain they were. Her lips seemed soft blossoms. Her shape was curvy in that way that no one could complain of. Her beauty was just out of the world. Her swagger, her stride, her energy was very close to being addictive. From the moment I began staring at her, I couldn't find one reason that would make me look away. Why would I want to blink? Why wouldn't I just stare in inaction as her beauty mesmerised me?

And then she looked towards where I stood watching her from afar, and I initially thought she had seen me. When she shifted her rapture-blue eyes to where I stood, I ducked down, and stayed squatting for some time. I had felt silly because of how swiftly I had hidden, and then I rose back to my feet. Besides, I figured there was no way she could have seen me, with the way the sun had flashed in her eyes and with the distance that was between us, I did not doubt that she hadn't seen me. My lurking presence was still unknown to little Miss Witch.

I had watched her walk into an old building for reasons I couldn't fathom. Didn't she know that there were over seventy zombies in the building she wandered into? With my vampire senses, I could smell the zombies from half a mile away. Even as she almost stumbled in the building's compound, I had whispered ”easy there”, and had sounded like a total moron caring for someone who wouldn't hesitate to set me ablaze as she had done to the zombie earlier—also to the building she just sprinted out of, barely a minute after entering it. I watched her as she scurried into the car, looking very scared now. The zombies she hadn't known were in the building had scared the sh*t out of her, and her bold composure had turned to the opposite. At least, I was able to see her scared, which exposed another side of her beauty to me.

Pfft. What a simp I was!

The moment she got into the car, she had started it and zoomed off speedily. I had gone after the car, not because I wanted my car back, which was weird, but because I knew she hadn't a clue where she was heading to. I was as sure as hell that the next being who she would meet would be a vampire. And that meant she was going six feet under before the little fuel in the car would be exhausted.

SHAWN

I was the Superior—an alpha myself, but since there were many packs, I was the overall leader. The title ‘Superior’ had never been used for any werewolf in history. Werewolves were very private beings that preferred to keep to themselves and most importantly, their packs. Most werewolves had packs and those packs were never changed or switched or merged. We stayed in the same pack our fathers were born in and most of the time, we couldn't say how long our families had stayed in the blood pack.

I, for instance, represented the eleventh generation of the Holland family. And now I was the leader of eleven packs, what a coincidence and a funny spin of life.

While werewolves had a lot of value in culture and tradition, they didn't give a rat's a$s that my family came from way back. Werewolves didn't give anyone respect if it wasn't ‘satisfactorily' earned.

When the apocalypse had risen ten months ago, the eleven packs had, very reluctantly, come to an understanding that if their kind was to survive, they had to come together as one. Whether they liked it or not, they stood a better chance of survival if they stayed together.

A fight among all the Alphas was seen as the only way to get a leader who would rule over the eleven packs. As stupid and childish as it sounded, it was the only way a werewolf would agreed to be ruled. It was agreed that it wouldn't be a fight to the death as the alphas were needed if the system was going to work. It hadn't been easy at all for the alphas to fight without anyone dying, but with great discomfort, we managed to pull it off.

With all the alphas' eyes glowing bright red, we had fought for hours and I had been the last alpha standing, and so had become the Superior. Simple. Funny how I—only twenty-seven years of age—the youngest and least respected alpha had won fairly. Heads were turned, things were said, but I had won fairly. There was nothing anyone could do besides behind-the-back b*tching.

No one expected Shawn Holland to win. Especially myself.

I was bothered. My biggest fear was not being strong enough to lead my pack through the tough times. Sometimes I wished I hadn't been so keen on winning and had allowed someone else to win. There were many problems but the most alarming one was the never ending fear of extinction. The demons wanted nothing more than to rule and kill everybother being. According to what I had once heard, the vampire leader, despite being a vindictive, murderous d*ckhead, had similar fears.

It seemed apparent that we had to come together if we wanted to survive the inevitable war that we would have with the demons. It made sense that we stood together and put our differences aside. Whether werewolf or vampire, survival was everything. Even the witches weren't safe either. They had been given little attention because they were very good at hiding and the demons had no fear for them.

“Lately you have been a little more restless than usual, do you care to share?” Eve, my girlfriend said as she jumped on the bed I laid on. “If you have me in your life, could there be any reason you shouldn't be happy? I see myself every day in the mirror, hence me being happy everytime.

I chuckled and squeezed her hands in mine softly. “It's not about you, it's something else."

“Progress, at least now you have admitted to there being a problem,”

I told her my fears and all I thought should be done before it was too late. I told her that if we could not defend ourselves, it meant that our kind would go into extinction. And that was a fact I tried, in vain though, to not think about.

“Wait, do you think the vampires would ever work with us? Our kinds have been at war for centuries. If we tried it, we might die before we meet the demons.”

”Well, it's a shame, I feel even hatred should have its limits. It's the living that has the privilege to live or die." I voiced as I stood and began pacing.

“The living? Vampires aren't literally ’living.” Eve stood and held Shawn's face in her cupped hands and said, “You don't have to do this to yourself, it would be alright in time....”

“But I'm the leader here, do you know how pressurising it is to be the leader of a kind that could go extinct in one fight with the demons? One damn fight and it's game over for us.”

”And that's all the more reason you should be strong, for yourself and everyone else. That's what is required of you. Don't give way to worry in your heart, you know, worry is like a rocking chair— it gives you something to do but never takes you anywhere.”

He went tighter into her embrace and whispered in her ears, “Thank you for being you, I really don't know what I will do without you.”

Also in whispers, she said, “Good thing you will never find out.”