as the cop walked up to me, my stomach dropped through my feet. he asked for things I knew I didn't have and I was so lost it was like he was talking in a background my mind whirled then he grabbed me forcing me off the bike to the ground and his rough brutality brought me crashing back. I snarled as he cuffed me and hauled me up and stuck me in the back of his car. my body felt tingly all over and it vibrated like a hot electrified wire. I screamed rage and snarled spittle flying every where and I felt the surge in my system as my energy increased ten fold. I heard the pop and snap then my hands were free and I proceeded to punch the door off the car. my body felt like a calm sea but with turbulence just beneath. I was angry but I was calm I was partially shifted but not fully. as the cop came back I lifted him by his throat to eye level with me it felt like he went from being taller to shorter than me. I snarled in his face and with one hand snapped his neck. I grabbed my keys and fled with the bike. I drove fast with the air ripping my hair and clothes about as the speed screamed to the beast in me and I felt the urge to let go to the animal just as I felt the urge to release the tension back to a normal state. I ditched the bike in Kansas City, Kansas and lived on the streets for a while experimenting and practicing control in abandoned wear houses in the downtown district that closed down after the railroads and miners became obsolete due to the influxed population and builds in the city spanning from one state to another right on the border. I noticed very carefully that the area was quite except for a few stray passerbys it was like a ghost town with the rest of the cities excessive noise surrounding it like a wall of white noise on a TV screen. I was unaware though that a few of them were Hunters. I briefly read in the book about hunters and that some of them were vardalaks angry about their predicament and the fact they couldn't become a full fledged lycan because the virus depicted the mutation of which they'd take and if they were to be bitten or given our blood they'd die anyways. one particular hunter was a vardalak but you couldn't smell the musty death smell on him and I didn't know it till I was coming home one day. my temporary lodgings had been ransacked so I thought it was a homeless person. my ears barely registered the sound when I was lifted in the air by my throat. he snarled at me eyes as black as death when I snarled back. he squeezed hard till I passed out as everything faded his grin and face were the last thing I seen. I came to in some kind of cell and was being asked questions by a guard of some kind. I found I was in the mental institute nearby and it had a secret sub level for testing on the paranormal. I was asked all kinds of crazy questions. through it all I couldn't help think of all the people labled as crazy conspiracy theorists that seemed at that minute to be onto something about our government and how anytime someone came out with something or presented something to the public that they themselves didn't control the individuals wound up dead. each time I was asked a question I played it off as if the guard was out of his mind. I knew instinctively to answer honestly would mean that I'd be killed or cut up and studied. I answered the questions day after day the same way each time till one day I was asked if I'd fuck him. I snorted and said "wrong equipment bud I'm into girls not wannabe girls" he nodded at me through the window wrote something down and went back to the usual questioning and every day after he'd try to throw something random in to attempt to throw me off and catch me lying. his eagerness to find out if i was telling the truth or not was quite spectacular but I'm sure he wouldn't want to let his fans down if he were to just quit. I managed every day not to be bored but I was losing track of everything and it was seeming to be a familiar fate for me. you know how they say at some point the unusual becomes the usual and one day after the next becomes routine to where everything blends together and you lose it all in a blur. I realized this and wasn't sure if I wanted to fight it and I was in pain every day gathering blood poisoning from fighting my inner nature and allowing it to just build up. yeah being a monster isn't all cut out as Hollywood makes it to be in fact it has its downside nature rarely makes something that doesn't have a string attached to it and mortalized weakness. many cultures had names for myths some worshipped them some revered them but all had a name and as I thought about we were raised to believe they were myths but what if they weren't and it was simple quest to follow the old attache of knowledge is power? then there would be no telling how many things are out there. the world was unaware of what they paid for to know and not know. they paid to be blind sheep following rules unawares of the danger their silence when an occurrence happens bought at any price even bloodshed. I knew I needed to get out of there but I wasn't sure how this wasn't a crack pot slip of a place that goes in and checks on you there would be no simple break out cause there was no window it was like being in a concrete box. only one way in or out and they weren't going to open the way out willingly. then I thought about it I didn't remember the details of my first shift as a kid or many other instances in life. there was one of blinding light and searing pain and long white halls and screaming people as a light fabric hung off me and my mother pushing against me to restrain me. I was sure it was a dream just like hearing her tears as I came to on a cold metal table in a room that was like sub zero and I could see my breath as I breathed and spoke no not spoke but growled low. I was diagnosed with lazarus syndrome I'm not sure what she said but I remember saying that "they aren't invincible just immortal and harder to kill than traditional methods that kill others. that they are like machines so for nature to create one that's un-killable there must be a counter balance that's unseen to others." maybe the blood poisoning and complete weakness if I dont regularly shift and eat raw meat and blood regularly is the counter balance. i wasn't sure and it sure seemed like at this time i would have nothing to do but figure it out and learn the best I could. I couldn't remember how many nights i had the same recollection for but I was sure of one thing I was going to get out of here. as I started to settle in for the night I heard a disruption down the hall as I listened harder it felt almost as if I was right there next to the commotion the grunts and thuds of flesh on flesh fighting sounds and then the discussion that ensued didn't seem promising. "he's here somewhere we've been looking for weeks and we need to get him out before they find out more than they already should know" as the sounds of discussion sounded like they were right next to me the footsteps echoed down the halls as they approached closer and as they got close they said "here right here" then my cell opened they spoke "Greyson?" I refused to come forward and they spoke again "yeah that's his scent alright let's get him out of here" then all of sudden the screams started and they muttered and cursed under their breaths as the sound of ripping flesh and snapping bones and the sound of matter splattering the concrete could be heard echoing like a gunshot down the hallway. they ran to help their other compatriots only to have their own screams to join the fray. soon there was someone approaching my cell it was the one who spoke to me and he was holding his chest as he looked down and fell face first and then was abruptly drug around the door and out of sight a blood trail the only remanence of his presence. as the sounds faded out the screams still echoed in my mind and then the laugh before the words "your more important than you claim which means your useful bate to find what we want" the figure came around the corner eyes black as night top canine teeth sharp like a cat's and covered in blood and guts with entrails wrapped around his neck that he was twirling like a woman would a scarf and licking it like ice cream. his smile was nefarious like staring into the gateway to hell. the world was spinning I was losing conciousceness and that's when I saw the gas coming out the vents in the roof as the floor spun up to my head. when I came to in my cell Everything was closed and it seemed as if it was a dream. I started to pace as images or words or smells knocked at the door of my mind just out of reach of my remembrance. I couldn't grasp it and it was frustrating and I planned to get out of here there was just too much going on. as I slept that night after dinner I decided on one thing that might help. I realized that as a kid there was a near death experience for me and I survived and if I could replicate death then I'd be able to get them to get in here. I grew my nail out instantly just on focusing myself then slit my wrists to bleed out. once everything faded out all I knew was the cold metal underneath my naked skin. I did not know how much time had passed so I laid there and listened quietly. "this one has been here a week" "Greyson Wolfe? ain't he the one who was suspected to be supernatural? man how did he even die?" "suicide slit his wrists" "curious indeed" as I listened I pieced together all of what I didn't know. I'd been dead a week in a morgue waiting on God knows what. I slowly sat up as I heard them leave the room and slipped out the morgue it was when the heat of the hallway hit my ice cold skin I noticed I was naked cause my dick stood to attention. it was then that I heard the soft heart beat and footsteps of a female down the hall and her scent was like rain and heavenly nectar. I rushed into a room with a name S. Randall placard to it and hid in the corner. I waited for her to past then the door opened to the room I was in I knew there was no way she had seen me but yet she opened the room I was in. she moved to turn the light on but stopped when her phones shrill ringtone rang through the room. she answered the phone "Samantha Randall on call mortician how may I help you?" there was a pause as the other person spoke and then she responded "what's so important about dissecting Greyson?" she gripped her phone tighter then responded again "okay I get that and yes I understand would you like us to perform the cremation or are you going to do it?" she nodded then hung up. she turned the lights on turned around and stopped dead her jaw dropping as her eyes saw me and roamed my body to fall on the sight of my erect dick. then she realized I was a walking moving dead man with a massive erection and her eyes rolled up in her head as she passed out and hit the floor. I scrambled to find something to put on realizing that this was her office. she started waking and I decided to dip out the office but before I could she said "wait are you a vampire?" I looked at her like she just insulted me and said "I believe what you call a vampire is what we call a vardalak. so the answer is no they are a impure shifter where as I'm pure and detest being compared to them." I went to go out the door and she grabbed me by the wrist and I barely heard her as she muttered softly "then why am I so sexually drawn to you despite logically knowing you weren't but a corpse to long ago?" "because the attraction vardalaks give off to other species comes from us so it's stronger with us" she nodded and licked her lips and the world went awol "please take me" I couldn't believe she was even uttering such words and so I just left. I managed to make my way to a motel after stopping by a store and changing my hair color ect. the news on the motel room tv stated that I had been cremated and named the morgue I had been cremated at the attending mortician Samantha Randall. I figured she'd cover for me due to the way she was acting. I was young and only knew so much of our kind but I knew what the base description many species called a soul mate was like or supposed to feel like when found. I was worried because it meant ill for her to be around me with my life being one of danger. an irissistable pull between us wouldn't keep her safe turning her might but the problem was who knew if that was possible? I know we are born but our traits can't fully be given to another just certain ones and it would require complete trust and constantly sharing my blood with her. it was that or kill her and let the virus reanimate her by allowing my blood in her system right before she dies. then she'd be a vardalak and the closest she'd get to being like me. I was torn and I felt it best to stay away to keep her safe. as I went to sleep that night the fear I felt as I ran my chest heaving and bouncing up and down in a restrictive garment as I ran left me sweating. it felt like my body knew where and who I was and kept phantom thrashing in this oh so real moment as I fled in fear and stumbled to my hands and knees. I eventually turned to scoot along my bare ass across the floor my garment rising up my thighs as I looked at the creatures with black eyes and fangs moving towards me. "please I did as you said I announced his cremation and I cremated him why are you going to hurt me?" they laughed darkly their smiles menacing with death making the reaper look like a fairytale. "we aren't going to kill you lovely cause even now we smell it and there's no way you would've killed what would be your salvation and now will allow us to make you his demise." they lunged for me as I screamed shrill and loud like a woman. they ripped at my blouse and skirt and left claw marks on my skin that smarted and burned like alcohol in an open wound. two of them held me down by my arms while two grabbed my legs. I watched as three of the seven stripped down and if it weren't so terrifying I'd have been extremely turned on cause they were ripped like gods. they grinned darkly and the one said something about me being soaked and smelling of fear. he moved between my legs as the other two moved towards my breasts I struggled and screamed and kicked and then he plunged his dick deep inside me as the other two bit deep into my breasts and drank my blood while he thrust and rutted in me like an animal releasing his seed deep in me over filling me. once he was done they all fed on different parts of my body and held me down as they took turns rutting in me. they filled my pussy my ass and even my mouth with their seed. they drank blood from my upper thighs my neck my breast and my pussy. they raped me till they were sated and I was to sore to scream anymore and couldn't move and was just about bled dry and dying. I awoke sweating profusely and panicking heart rate speeding and feeling myself over and over and checking. yup I was still a guy but the way it felt and how vivid it was I swore I was a woman being raped and that was a strange nightmare. my only conclusion was that maybe it was a dream of a past life where I might've been a woman and the universes way of balancing and giving a second chance was to make me a man. none of these seemed to be the reason either for this weird dream because in it when I felt like I was the woman and they mentioned a man I felt whoever it was that I was in that dream spoke about me Greyson Wolfe. those vardalaks raped a woman they believed would be my undoing and I somehow freakishly lived the incident through her body mind eyes and soul cause it felt so damn real. I literally could feel dicks penetrating me everywhere just the thought gave me phantom shivers. I needed to find this woman I recalled the details of her surroundings and it was some kind of factory and then the name clicked. it was down by the docks. the vardalaks were more sensitive to light than us lycans were and they hated it more than we do so they made dens in places they could get down away from the light places that had underground locations and entrances. I headed down there and planned to see if I could find her even though something said it was a trap. as I moved building to building hidden within the shadows. I finally came to the one she was in and punched a hole in the thin sheet metal wall and climbed inside I moved around my eyes sharpening the darkness like infrared lenses. as I passed a mirror I seen my red eyes in it in a red haze. it was disorienting a weird made my head spin and my heart thump faster. I truly wasn't born human and I wasn't sure what scared me more me not being human or that I enjoyed the power it gave me the rush of control I felt at the smell of others fearing me or the danger being a freak brought into my life? as I moved through the warehouse silently the slight breathing and moans of pain and pleasure followed by whimpers of broken sorrow reached my ears. she was in so much pleasure but cried in fear and misery cause it was forced upon her and it made something deep within me ache for her and roar to protect her and avenge her. as I moved towards her I caught the scent of rotting flesh and deceased corpses. the vardalaks were using her as a trap and I could smell and hear where each one stood. they weren't very good at hiding their presence and I knew this would be a fight and I thirsted for it cause I'd have my vengeance. I let the surge take me as the virus shifted me fully my face stretched as my gums burned and ached stretching as my teeth elongated. my body tingled all over as my skin turned midnight blue and my eyes turned from brown to a grey black scleras color pupils turned into red slits that shined in the light. my skin felt tight as my muscles expanded and I felt taller larger stronger powerful my body itched in places as hair grew and it felt hot as hell in here. my nails hardened and sharpened. I could feel hear see and move fast.i snarled as I attacked the first vardalak lifting him by his throat and enforcing my dominance and he snarled back in a menacing grin as something bit into my side and slashed my calves they were prepared for me and like dogs they enmasse attacked me. I roared and snapped the vardalaks neck and turned to deal with his friends I grabbed the one who bit my side and ripped him in half his intestines spilling out I grabbed them and used them to strangle another one and hang him from the rafters twenty feet above. I then drank his blood spilling from above where I gutted him. I roared in exuberance and moved to dispatch the others of their heads. as I moved through the seven of them I then sexually and explicitly connected them to each other in a gruesome mosaic that leanardo davinci would say was sinful. I shoved ones dick into the mouth of another and threaded his arms through the stomach of the one he was mouth fucking. this was of the one hanging in the air by intestines I then took the one who was ripped in half and made him into a hat for the two fucking and gutting eachother while hanging from his intestines. once done with those three I took the other four missing various limbs and made them do a butt to mouth fuck quartet and strung them up by the excess of the intestines left over. then I used the blood of all of them to write a memorial here lies rapists dead in their glory. I shifted back dripping blood soaked to bone the cold unaffective against the fire of my rage as I picked samantha Randall up and carried her to my place. as I was leaving now that I was no longer a monster the carnage and blood strewn everywhere struck me to my core and once more reminded me why I was afraid of who I was and why for once I'm glad to be me despite that fear. I left with her to my apartment and once there I dressed her in my clothes and sat across the room from her and the door watching and standing guard all night. before dressing her I scrubbed her clean found a way to give her a transfusion of my blood so she could heal faster and sat guard. I'm not sure when I fell asleep but the shower starting awoke me. as I looked around she came out the bathroom naked and knelt in front of me." your covered in blood let's get a shower you need it" she took me to the bathroom and we showered she rubbed against me and bent over in front of me rubbing her slick wet entrance along my length reminding me how sweet and hot she was. I refused as images and feelings of what she went through and instead spun her around and pushed her against the wall and muttered against her lips "I can't you were just raped and I'm not going to be so low as to take advantage of you" "did I say it was taking advantage?" I shook my head and she responded by kneeling and took me into her mouth and my head spun like I was in heaven. the sensation was phenomenal. I couldn't explain it and it was like my body was experienced and the animal in me wanted to take her wild and fast. I forced myself to slow and no matter how bad I wanted to explode in her throat I held myself in check. I let her suck then I shoved her against the wall back to me and started rutting her behind. I teased her entrance at first with the head of my dick and as I pushed into her my mind exploded with stars she was tighter than a vise and warmer and wetter than any fucking thing I've ever felt and I couldn't stop my hips I took off ninety to nothing balls deep to the hilt and she screamed panted moaned and rutted against me as she came over and over again on my dick her sleeve tight as fucking hell. she squeezed me every damn time she came and it was a struggle not to cum in her as I held on a fucked her for four hours straight. as I was finally tired of holding my orgasm I brought us to a climax together and we came hard. panting the water now cold both of us barely noticing till now stood letting it wash our bodily fluids away then we cleaned eachother cut off the water and climbed out. we went to bed and fucked some more and I enjoyed her pussy and ate my fill till she begged me to fuck her good. once I rutted my balls empty into her I passed out on top of her my dick still inside her and my face against her chest. we slept like that the tv softly playing matlock in the background. we both slept unbeknownst to either of us that the morning would be bring new horrors.