You know I am quite possessive about my big brother." He winked at him cryptically and remarked.
Suddenly, William's facial expression changed into a sad smile as he was gazing at him. "Don't pretend as if you love me, Roger... Deep down inside, I am well aware of your hatred towards me." He sneered poignantly at him.
Roger was startled a bit by his unexpected revelation and averted his gaze somewhere else. He desperately wanted to avoid eye contact with him as he was caught off guard. "What an absurd assumption." He replied.
William stared at him for a moment and turned back with a heavy-hearted sigh. "It's not your fault though. You have gone through something too deplorable and I am also partly responsible for your miseries.
No matter how much malicious you try to act before the world, I know it really well- it's not your true self, Roger. You were a kind werewolf before..." He responded to him with a glum voice and started heading back away from him.
"Hey, stop staring precisely at my heart like this! I can't stand unnecessary kindness from anyone! Don't you dare of showing empathy towards me, William!" He yelled fiercely at him from behind while watching him leave.
William didn't turn back and continued his motion at a slow pace.
"F*ck! He is accurate enough. From deep down inside, I hate everyone in the Romano pack. I hate myself for being part of the ruthless pack, that couldn't oppose the assassination of a helpless omega!
I... I will never forgive anyone ever... And I will definitely surpass you someday, William." His voice strangled with unbearable pain as he was murmuring in a husky voice. Unknowingly tears rolled down his cheeks as he stared at the sky with a blank gaze.
...
There was a heavy wrought iron fence that ran along the eastern edge of Fenton Cemetery. Outside the fence were planted sporadically evergreen shrubs, and a concrete sidewalk ran its length.
Further beyond the walkway was Adams Road, a busy avenue that travelled in a straight line through several cities and townships.
I walked along the sidewalk, travelling west beside the road. I was on my way home from a friend's party, and I'd had my share to drink. I wasn't feeling as he went, but he was dragging my feet and walking unsteadily. To a passerby, he might appear intoxicated.
As I walked in the cool, spring night air, Suddenly, a sprinkler to my right came on, and then several others rattled to life, spraying the grass and me with misty water, and making me jump in surprise. When I recovered, I quickly moved toward the road to avoid getting any wetter.
On the other side of the iron fence, two dimly glowing and reddish eyes watched from the shadows of a tall marble tombstone. When the creature that owned those eyes heard the man on the other side of the fence approaching, it silently skittered across the lush grass to take up a post nearer the fence.
There was a big, hedge-like shrub growing up against the bars of the fence, and the creature, clad from head to foot in torn and mouldy rags, rushed over to the bush and peered me beyond.
I watched as the sprinklers came on and experienced a pang of despair as I moved further away from the fence and into the brighter patches of light provided by the street lamps overhead.
It crouched behind the bush and made no sound. Every bit of its being was focused on the hunt, and it watched in amazement as I on the other side of the metal bars stumbled and nearly fell into the street and passing traffic.
The creature glanced to its left, further to the west down the fence line. There was a place near a locked gate where there were no sprinklers. But the spraying water continued further down.
So, the creature decided he would have to attack when I reached the area near the gate, or he would be out too near the street and too visible in the bright lights.
I chuckled aloud when I stumbled and caught myself from falling to the ground. I sobered considerably when I realized he'd almost taken a spill onto the road's pavement.
To emphasize the seriousness of the situation, a black sedan whizzed by in the lane nearest me, travelling many miles above the speed limit. It blared its horn at me. I stayed on the damp grass and continued my trek home, out of range of the sprinklers.
I saw a broad driveway ahead that was used to access the cemetery during daylight hours. Now, it was blocked by a tall iron gate, bordered on either side by a large marble statue of a lion. Sentries, I mused.
As I passed the last sprinkler, I moved back onto the concrete sidewalk. I gazed up at one of the lions as I passed the gate and shuddered as it seemed to return his stare, and then I turned my head forward as I saw more sprinklers ahead.
Beyond an overhead light that shed its illumination primarily on the gate, it was quite dark. There was another street lamp ahead, but it was fifty yards distant.
The creature inside the cemetery was now crouching next to the trunk of a massive pine tree growing beside the paved entryway inside the gate. It was close enough to the fence for it to peer out beyond its black iron bars and see me approaching. The excitement began to course through its body and it readied itself in intense anticipation.
I never saw the flash of grey atop the fence as the creature incredibly balanced on one ornamental spearhead. It had leapt to its perch in one single, powerful jump. It waited for only a few moments atop the fence and then soundlessly fell to the ground on my side of the fence, directly behind me.
Whether I heard the creature or not should be left to speculation.