Juliet Greyhart's Story

The ground shuddered with each heavy footfall, they were after him, they were always after him. Although he never actually existed, he was just a story parents made up in order to scare disobedient children that if they wandered to far into the woods, the beast would rip their flesh from bone.

This is why he was running an idiotic hunter and a few others were helping him to try and capture the beast in order to capture him and claim the big reward. Sliding down a steep hil, the strap rocks and twigs cutting up his torso, he landed heavily his shoulder taking most of the blow. Growling deeply in pain his vision turned blurry for a few moments but his hearing picked up the rustling of leaves and voices and so the beast was unleashed. The sound of growling filled the night air as the men's voices came nearer.

" where did it go, the footprints stop here" said a man crouching down to get a better look. Another man joined him and spoke his voice wavering with concern. " it changed look its probably watching us right now" all the men looked at each other and the stench of fear was high. Leaping from the trees one man was killed instantly by the crushing weight of the wolf, he sank his teeth into the hunter who screamed out in blistering pain. The other man fumbled for his gun shooting random shots unable to compose himself enough to aim, one bullet tore through his shoulder and the wolf snapped his neck in half with a single push.

His human form appeared slowly the popping and crunching of bones as they reset themselves. Panting heavily he searched through the men's equipment taking important things such as bottled water, first aid kits and shoe laces to replaced his old ones.

He took off running again slightly slower this time due to the bullet in his arm, he would have time to take it out when he rested for the night and that wasnt going to be soon. Sniffing quickly he picked up a faint smell of food, he hadn't eaten for a while, sure human and animal flesh was good to live on but actuall cooked food what much more satisfying.

It was a house, a cabin of sorts but it looked a lot like the houses in the village, modern and clean looking. Approaching cautiously getting ready to run at any sound, the house was dark but that didnt mean it wasn't lived in. Opening the window slowly he crept in making his way quickly to the kitchen opening the refrigerator, blinded by the bright light but his eyes adjusted quickly. He grabbed a plateful of chicken as well as some ham and a loaf of bread for good measure. Ripping apart the chicken he ate hungrily, lightly snarling at the pleasure of eating actual food. Next he would try to find some clothes and perhaps somewhere to get clean he had been wearing the same clothes for years and washed then whenever he had the chance but it was limited when you were always in the run.

Juilet wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, as she compelled the man to forget seeing her and the wound on his neck was from a shaving mishap. She stepped on to the street fixing her dress as she listened to a rowdy bunch of hunters talking about going on a wolf hunt. She couldn't help but scoff as she walked passed them.

One of the men grabbed her wrist in a way if she was human she might have winced. She arched a brow at the man before pulling her arm free. "You won't find these wolf stories so silly when we bring that monster back here." She smirked, "Well Sir the thing is if there is a werewolf out in the woods of the village you know the myth as well as I am sure. You know wolves dont travel alone if this one is shouldn't you be scared it will take someone as doughy as you as it's mate." Her tone turned into icy venom as she smiled and walked away leaving them dumbfounded.

Her stomach was in a knot as she finished her shopping, true she didn't need to eat anymore but she still craved normal food like she use to. She had heard whispers of werewolves before but the last handful of times it was only a rogue rabid wolf. The last run in she had with a pack of werewolves didn't make her happy about the idea of those beasts being in her back yard, and wasn't needing to move yet.

She made her way back to her cabin, she stopped dead in her tracks her body going stock still. Run...Run... Her brain yelled at her but she didn't move a muscle. She stood for what felt like hours but couldn't have been longer then five minutes. She licked her fangs knowing her true self was on full display. It only smells like one scent..." She thought as she made her way to the door.

She slipped inside eyeing the food remains on the table, she heard just a pair of footfalls above her head One and in human form, maybe I can just scare him off. She made her way up the stairs, she watched him root through her clothes. She leaned into the door frame with her brow arched. "And tell me little wolf, what is your plan with my garments?"

People tended to hide expensive items in drawers and wardrobes, thinking that robbers and crooks would go for the expensive items in the room. Like televisions, phones and other items, but things like that could be traced easily, jewellery couldn't be traced as easily especially if it could be sold on the same day.

He had found a few bracelets and necklaces that were all very beautiful and could fetch a good price, he never showed his face in the village but had a contact that would sell the items and keep 20% of what was made and he would give the rest to Tristan.

He turned sharply at the sound of a voice, growling deeply at her his fists clenched together causing the wound to open and drip fresh blood. It would have healed but the bullet was still in his arm. There was something about this woman that confused him, she smelt different.

"And tell me little wolf, what is your plan with my garments?"

He chuckled softly and spoke " Unfortunately these aren't my size, but the gems hidden in them will fetch a price." He stepped forward a little pulling out the bracelets from his worn pocket showing them her before putting them back into his pocket. " How do you know what I am? Are you linked with those monsters out there? But there's something different..." He winced slightly gripping his arm the bullet was trying to work itself out. He growled again taking a few breaths he added " about you"

She eyed her gems in his hands a growl left her throat. She eyed his hand the smell of his blood filled the room, his blood smell sick to her. She cleared the room in two steps placing two fingers into the bullet wound bringing him to his knees. She pulled her jewels from him. "You really are foolish to think you could rob a vampire? And one as old as me? You're lucky I am in a good mood." She hoped her voice hide her fear.

She pulled the bullet out of his shoulder. She ripped the hem of her dress places the fabric over the wound. She took his hand and placed it over the cloth.

" Hold that there until the bleeding stops, if your blood didn't smell like rotting week old death I would offer to close your wound. Now if you wouldn't mind get the hell out of my bed room."

She stepped away from him bracing herself as stealthily as she could.

He hardly had time to react when she strode over to him, yelping in pain Tristan buckled to the ground, his eyes growled briefly as she grabbed the jewels back from him. She ripped off part of her dress and pushed it against him wound, he hissed deeply as she spoke.


" Hold that there until the bleeding stops, if your blood didn't smell like rotting week old death I would offer to close your wound. Now if you wouldn't mind get the hell out of my bed room."

He stood up quickly taking a step and grabbed her by the throat pushing her up the wall, he roared loudly at her his fingernails elongating briefly before he set her down slowly. " normally I'd rip you to pieces but since you helped me out, I suppose I won't" he let go of her neck and headed down stairs still holding onto his arm.

Tristan stood by the door his eyes scanning the treeline for any sign of the hunters his eyes listened out for the slightest sound, but he turned when the vampire entered the room. He watched her carefully as she spoke, talking about him reporting back to his pack, the question caused him to tilt his head slightly. She then mentioned the chicken that he had tore apart in his search for food, next she was offering him a meal and somewhere to spend the night.

" I don't belong to a pack and I don't know how many bullets you've had in you but they hurt no matter what they are made out of, silver or not" he stayed by the door sniffing quickly picking up the scents of the trees and animals but no hunters. If he was honest Tristan was a little wary about sitting down to dinner with a vampire.

" Well I didn't exactly know when my next meal was coming in, so it's a case of take what you can and eat it. Usually I'm stealing food when I can or hunting animals in the forest. Lamb is fine. I'll try not to take anything from you but old habits and all that" Tristan explained as he sat down rubbing his arm as the wound healed over slowly, lifting up his shirt he checked as the other injuries he had began to heal.

"I can tell you don't have a pack, if you did they would have taught you better on how to avoid the pests or hunters as you call them." She sighed rolling her eyes a bit at his comment about the bullets. "I have been shot more then I care to admit little pup and true all of them hurt but a silver bullet under your skin for a long as that one was, well lets just say I would still have had some chicken left for tonight." She poured some lavender tea handing a mug to him "It's will help with the stinging of your body healing doubt time for you." She went back to preparing a shepherds pie.

"I am Juliet by the by." She said softly as she placed the food on the table. She eyed the food and the wolf, she laughed at herself a little picking up her fork and taking a bite full out of the centered "Incase you had doubts about the safety of the meal, lamb isn't cheap and I wouldn't waste it with poisons." She made her own plate sliding the rest over to him "Bon Appétit."

" I try to avoid them as best I can, but I've lived here all my life. They just feel the need to hunt me down" He growled lightly to himself looking out the window again. He took the mug of tea sniffing it quickly, it made his nose tingle shaking his head he put the mug down on the table. " I'll be fine, some food and rest will do me good. Then I'll be out of your hair"

Looking at the food his stomach grumbled, he served himself some shepherds pie not really taking a lot so it would seem like he ate a lot. He ate like a horse usually but since he was in someone's house he didn't want to give the wrong impression even if he was in different company than usual. In fact he hadn't had company for years even when he was young and first in the forest.

He ate hungrily almost swallowing the food down.

"Why don't you have a pack, you are far to young to be on the run, it can't be easy for a young wolf to be alone." She slid the rest of the food to him "Finish it up." She got up and walked over making up a bed on the couch. "All I ask is that you keep the shades shut when you wake up I don't really want to feel like crap as soon as I come down for breakfast." She stop mid step going completely still. Her eyes met his for a moment, "Stay" She said barely above a whisper.

She stepped out side her fangs lengthening, "You know my rules and if you don't I will teach them to you quickly." A tall male vampire stepped forward "Sleeping with mutts now are you Ms.Greyhart?" His voice felt like needle bards. "I am upholding my truce with the wolves and while this one is under my roof you will not touch him understand me?" The man laughed walking towards her door "Like you could stop me little young one." She laughed venom dripping in each note, "You stupid child you think you are older then me? You have been lied to." He opened her door and Juilet grabbed his wrist throwing him across the yard. "You come into MY territory and threaten ME?" She cross the distance between them ripping a branch off a tree "The same fate comes to anyone that tries to attack my home." She drove the branch into the other vampires chest. She dusted off her hands as she walked back into the house slamming the door behind her.

She took a deep breath letting her face and fangs relax looking over at the wolf "You will be safe tonight." She grabbed a pair of gloves grabbing a jar from under the sink sliding it to the wolf. "It is harmless to you but it hurts my kind, just open the jar and leave it next to the couch.

Tristan listened to her comment about him being on the run and another about him bein alone, she was right he was always alone and he had been running for so long. At her word to finish the food, he grabbed the dish and scrapped every scrap of food onto his plate. Eating quickly he listened out to what sounded like an argument and. Fight breaking out outside.

Juliet returned putting on some gloves and sliding a jar over to him instructing him to open it and put in by the couch when he was going to sleep. It was to keep vampires away even though he could take care of himself he was tired and his wounds still healing.

" Ten years I've been alone and running " he stood up picking up his empty plate and the serving dish, putting it in the sink he ran hot water over the plate scrubbing them with a sponge " my family were killed by hunters, I was seven when the hunters attacked, my mother put my under the house within seconds of the hunters slaughtering them" he explained staring out of the window.

" my names Tristan, you can call me T.B if you like" he didn't want to mention his last name, the Blair name was know around the hunter community but he wasn't sure about the vampire community. He was the last of his family name and everyone seemed to want to get him killed.

Yawning Tristan picked up the jar and walked to the couch opening the jar he sat on the couch at first, stretching his arms he lay on the couch pulling a blanket over him falling asleep quickly.

( you can decide wether the Blair name is known in the vampire community maybe it could be you can make up a story if you like about the Blair family)

The sun had not long set and the evening meal was just finishing. Tristan's father Grayson entered, a tall and well built man, had not long returned from fetching wood for the wood burner. The family home did have electricity, but it tended to give their position away to the hunter. At the moment the family home was the only place of true protection from a world of indifference.

Grayson moved to the sitting area of the home were the rest of his family sat, his wife Evalyn, his oldest son Alistair, who was 18 soon to be turning 19, his oldest daughter Daniella, who was 15 and at the age where nothing was fair and his youngest son Tristan who was 7. Kissing Evalyn tenderly on the forehead " All is silent my dear, it seems the woods have held off the hunters for this night." Sitting down next to his wife he put his arm around her holding her close, causing Evalyn to fumble her knitting, but she smiled softly and fell into his warm embrace.

The couples adoration for each other was clear but it was short lived as Alistair came storming down the stairs panic in his voice. "Dad! Hunters are coming I see the torches coming" He went to the window and pointed out to the beams of light merging in the tree line. A burst of glass smashing caught the family by surprise with a bullet tearing through Alistair's shoulder causing him to fall the ground, Grayson acted immediately dragging his eldest son to him checking the wound. Thankfully the bullet had gone through the body entirely and missed the bone by inches. Alistiar pulled himself up looking to his father for any kind of advice, Grayson opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by the scream of Daniella who was upstairs. He bolted upstairs to find his daughter fighting with a man wielding a silver knife, Grayson growled deeply and the hunter turned his head to look and that was all he had to do. Daniella took his head twisting it sharply so his neck broke killing him instantly.

" That's my girl c'mon we have to go" Grayson said taking his daughters hand and rushing downstairs to find Evalyn tying Alistiar's arm up to hold it until it healed. Tristan was huddled in the corner holding his kness tightly, trembling with nervousness, he had never come across hunters this determined before. Alistair pushed a table up to the smashed window, turning around he ran over to Tristan picking him up and returning to the family. Tristan huddled up to his mother who held him tightly in her arms.

" Come out you beasts and fight! Why cower away like the dogs you are?" One of the hunters shouted as they banged against the door. " It is not a fair fight and only beast I can see here are you!" Alistiar roared loudly back putting himself in front of Daniella. The door began to give way to a barrage of axes and boots, Grayson looked to Evalyn and nodded. Crouching down to Tristan she spoke tears brimming her eyes " Tristan you need to hide okay? You can hide under the house until the hunters go away Allright?" Tristan nodded " But what about everyone else? You can fit too" he spoke pulling on his mothers sleeves. Evalyn smiled softly " no we can't sweetheart, they would know we hid there and then you'd be hurt too" Evalyn said opening a small hatch underneath where the family was standing and popped Tristan inside, she smiled softly kissing him on the head and added " Remember what we told you about the wolf and when he comes? Even though your changing on the outside, you are still you on the inside, never forget who you are. Understand Sweetheart?" She pushed Tristan down locking the hatch.

The family stood as one as the door broke down, they all changed into their wolf forms and fought as well as they could even with axes and bullets tearing flesh apart from bone. As body by body dropped to the last growl, blood seeped through the floorboards dripping onto Tristan coating him with the blood of his family. The hunters left after a while, he had no idea how long they had stayed celebrating the kills of the century, taking fur, blood, teeth and anything that resembled werewolf culture.

However Tristan stayed under the house for days sobbing uncomtrolably to scared to move incase the hunters came back. He couldn't help but listen to the voice at the back of his head, telling him to get revenge on his families killers and revenge of the world for hating his kind. Tristan's viewpoint changed that night, they all had to pay in blood. He finally crawled out, covered in blood and dirt. He may have lost a family but he had gained a new mentor to aspire to, the comforting voice in the back of his head.

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Tristan growled softly as the dream his hands shaking as events long forgotten played in his head. He wished he would have helped his family against the hunters, he would have rather died fighting than cowering under the floorboards hearing his family scream.

He sat up suddenly screaming out loud, the screaming turning into a deep growl. He gasped for breath wiping the sweat off his face, swinging his legs over the couch he ran his hands through his hair. Groaning to himself he closed the mysterious jar putting it back where Juliet had got it from. Running the cold tap he splashed his face refreshing his skin and body.

Tristan's eyes were set on the bottom of the sink, his heartbeat in his ears his. The nightmare had upset the wolf to an almost outburst of rage in order to take control of the situation they were both in. Tristan breathed slowly pushing the wolf further into his mind but he was struggling, his fingernails elongated as he gripped onto the sideboard his nails scratching at the wood.

He hardly noticed Juliet walk down the stairs and speak to him, that was until Juliet put her hand on his shoulder. He jumped slightly growling of out pure habit, sighing softly he shook his head running his hands through his hair. He didn't want any Lavender, he couldn't stand the stuff and he wasn't really one for tea anyway. A bath did sound nice, he was used to cool waterfalls and streams not warm water and soap.

Running his hand through his hair again he turned around leaning against the counter he spoke.
" Sorry Juliet, just a bit on edge. I don't want any tea thank you. I'm not planning on sleeping again tonight. But a bath does sound nice, I haven't had a bath for years. I only really try to wash and shave when I can so I've probably been stinking your house up since I arrived" Tristan smiled softly.

He hardly noticed when she called him Theo, he had many names labelled on him since he was small what was the harm of one more.