Chapter 1- Attack
James awoke to the sound of a bloodcurdling scream. He squinted to the clock. Through the blurred red digits he could read that the clock said 3 in the morning. He heard another shriek closer to the house, it sounded like a teenager's, possibly male. He grabbed his glasses off the wooden nightstand next to him. Then he jumped out of bed and ran out of his room, pulling his glasses onto his face. He was running for the children's room. His four children were the world to him, ever since his wife divorced him and left their children for some cheap bar singer.
He jumped over the puppy in the hall way and stumbled up the stairs. When he finally slid to a stop in the children's room, he slowly looked over the darken room. He looked to his youngest and only daughter, Eestair, her dark hair spread out on the pillow. She was holding tight to a worn blue and pink stuffed bunny. She wasn't even one year old when her mom left her, now she is 10 and will need a motherly figure soon to help her how her dad couldn't.
He then looked at Kris. Kris's silver-blond hair reflected in the pale blue moonlight. His blankets were kicked to the end of his bed. Kris unlike his older brothers remembers absolutely nothing about his mother; he was only 3 when his mother left. Now he was the repairman of the house, he fixed everything and learned all from his dad.
James looked to his second oldest and handsomest son, Valen, his ex-wife called Valen her cupid. His shining mess of long wavy blond hair was in his face, Valen was snoring softly. James noticed he forgot to remove his eyeliner before he went to bed, it was smeared down his face as if he was crying. There was another tear sliding down his face as he whispered, "Run Hallow, Run." Valen rolled to his side and kicked off the blankets, still whispering to his dreams.
James heard the dog walk into the room and jump on Valen's bed. She bit the blanket and covered him. After she had made sure he was completely covered she crawled under the blanket and squirmed her way under his arm to where he was hugging her. Soon after she had began to sleep, Valen's night terrors had calmed as did his whispers.
James, having heard Valen's fear in his whispered, shaken cries, looked to where Hallow, his oldest boy, normally slept. He was shocked when Hallow was gone from his bed. James whispered his son's name over and over. He quietly slid out of the room trying not to wake his other children. He began a hasty search of the house.
He checked the attic where his son liked to gaze at the moon. He then ran into the kitchen to see if Hallow was there, he was not. He ran the entire length of the home and he didn't see a single trace of where his son was. James was getting even more desperate each time he failed; he looked through the entire house and came up empty handed.
James was reaching for the phone to call the police to get a search party for his son, although he had the sneaking suspicion the police wouldn't be able to help. He heard someone faintly tap on the front door. James flew to the door and flipped on the porch light. The yellow light illuminated the ground around the porch. James peek through a window, he gasped at the ever growing pool of a dark red liquid that reflected the yellow light eerily. James pulled open the door and stifled a scream.
On the ground was a blood covered boy. His black hoodie was nothing more than a few rags connected by threads, his purple pajama pants were soaked with the crimson liquid. The boy looked up blood covered his face making him almost unrecognizable. He said, "Oh, hi Dad." It took James a moment to realize that this weak boy that was covered in a thick layer of the boy's own blood was his son, headstrong, over-protective Hallow.
"Hallow!" James shrieked. James knelt to the ground asking, "Who did this to you?"
"Not......Who......What," Hallow murmured before falling out of consciousness.
James shook his son for a moment or two, tears falling down his face. He stroked his son's face mumbling the boy's name once and then lifted him off the ground and carried him inside the house. James laid Hallow on the dining room table, and shouted for Valen.
Valen flew in his wild hair flying behind him, "Yes, Da--Oh no What happened to Hallow?" He whispered in shock when he saw his big brother laid out on the table and in the dim light given off by the light outside, Valen saw only one thing, blood and lots of it. The air was filled with the coppery sent of blood, Valen hated the thought of eating another living creatures flesh,so he was a vegetarian. The sight was nearly too much for the poor boy to handle.
James ignored his son's question, and said "Call a hospital, call 9-1-1, and call," He hesitated for a moment. He took a deep breath and started again, "Call your mother." Valen's ice blue eyes filled with surprise and sorrow with the mentioning of his mother.
Valen nodded, His eyes were brimming with tears of fear, sorrow, and anger at whoever had done this to his brother. On his way to the phone he flipped on a lamp so he could navigate his way through the dog toys left by Moonlight, their white German Shepard-husky mix. As the lamp's soft warm light lit the room up, James realized how serious his son's condition was.
Hallow's normally long slicked back black hair was windblown as if he was riding his four wheeler. James looked at the boy's strong face just like his own and he had his mother's kind brown eyes. Hallow's face now had three long but thin scratches on his forehead to his chin. There were many scratches similar to the ones on his face on his chest and legs, each were pouring out blood. Hallow's right arm had a series of puncture wounds, James stared for a couple minutes. He was stunned when he realized that it was a huge bite wound on his son's arm.
In his bloodied hands Hallow held two things, in one a plank of wood with a rusted nail at the top with coarse brown fur and the crimson liquid on it. In the other a long and thick canine's tooth. In an instance James knew his son was bitten by a werewolf. He slouched and slid down to the ground,when he was there he started to shake and cry.
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