Alpha Kyle took a solid stance, his arms held in a defensive position as he scoped his surroundings. One wrong move, and he would be badly hurt. He wondered why they had dared attack him, and realized this could be the beginning of the supposed prophecy.
Was he going to die? Worse, to a random pack of abominations called Wendigos?
He bounced sideways, evading the dash of a Wendigo. Now in his Werewolf form, a form with his claws sprouting and his fangs protruding, with his facial hair filling his face, he drove his right arm into its back, immediately pulling its spine. It let out a loud shriek and fell.
He glanced sideways and threw forth a Punch with the force of a speeding bike, catching a Wendigo midair and sending it into the horde of Wendigos behind it. He pounced forth and drove a punch into another's head, ripping its skull off its body and hurling it at another.
Now they were depleting, retreating. His reputation as the most powerful supernatural being in the entire city lived up to the tales.
He wiped his palms off his sweatshirt and stood with his arms wide spread, looking at the rest of the Wendigos who seemed to retreat in fear.
"I know you all know this is a pointless suicide mission. Fortunately for you, I am a merciful Lord. Reveal your master, and I shall personally deal with them, while sparing your pathetic lives." He spoke with an air of arrogance, depicting control.
They growled lowly, retreating. He frowned, knowing Wendigos were merely feeders, not killers. They only killed to feed, and if they were sent to kill him, they were under someone's command.
As this realization dawned on him, he immediately fell sideways, evading a blow aimed for his head while tripping his assailant.
"Mother fuck…" He was cut short by a punch ramming into his face, momentarily stunning him. Before he could make another move, he received a kick to the abdomen, sending him to the ground.
"How does it feel to be weak?" A voice asked as three figures stood above him.
He was stunned, he had not felt such pain before, not even from sparring with his father, or other supernatural creatures.
"What the hell are you?" He asked, springing up.
One of the figures stepped forward, revealing itself under full light. It was a young, black man with yellow eyes and thin pupils. This was a vampire, a blood lust vampire, although this vampire seemed different. The other two figures did the same, revealing similar looks, confirming they were all vampires.
"I would love to answer your questions, but you have a price on your head." The first Vampire responded drawing out a sword from its sheath.
"And you were sent by?" Alpha Kyle asked, prepared to take down his latest assailants.
"Now, that would be telling. Wouldn't it?" The assailant responded and sprung forth, driving the blade straight ahead.
He looked surprised to realize the Alpha was still standing, the blade in his right hand.
"No, it's impossible, but it's poisoned!" The Vampire exclaimed.
"You fool." Alpha Kyle responded and slapped him on the face, instantly decapitating him.
He suddenly froze, his widening up. He fell forth, kneeling.
He stared at his chest, his heart had been struck with something.
Then he remembered being in close contact with the Vampire before killing him.
"No." He mumbled, with the rest of his assailants running off.
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Ben Beloux had made most his night sleeping through the cold weather.
It was late already, around 1 am when he woke to a sound. It was the thud of a body against the bare concrete floor. He moved forward, watching Alpha Kyle Lance take on his assailants.
He, in a moment of self believe, almost dared himself to move forward, but he stopped immediately after he realised the number of Wendigos surrounding the Alpha.
He watched the Alpha fight bravely before him, oblivious of his existence in the alley. Eventually, the Alpha fell to a cheap attack from three vampires who, realising the completion of their mission, the two surviving ones fled the scene.
He rushed to the weakened Alpha, helping him up, but the older man fell, unable to move.
Alpha Kyle growled loudly, staring at the hole in his chest. This was something new, something deadly, something that was neither silver no Wolfsbane, and he started feeling his breath slow down. He looked at the stranger from the alley that had attempted to treat him, a bewildered look on his face.
He wondered why he had not sensed the young man earlier. He also realised how familiar the man was to him, although it wasn't the same the other way around.
"You need medical care." Ben uttered, trying to lift him again. Alpha Kyle knew he was going to die anytime soon.
He breathed heavily, breaking off the younger man's embrace and sat against a wall, staring up ahead.
"You, what's your name?" He finally broke the silence with a question.
"Ben. Ben Beloux sir." Ben responded.
"Ben, you know who I am?"
"Yes, I vaguely recall seeing you become the Alpha of the Crimson Pack when I was younger." The younger man responded.
"Good." Alpha Kyle responded heavily, adjusting his back on the wall. He knew this young man, and he believed his nonchalance eight years ago had wronged him.
"You hid during the fight, why rush to help now?" He asked.
Ben looked at the floor. He felt shame, surely. His sense of humanity feeling defeated, and mustered the courage to respond,
"Unlike you, sir. I am weak, an Omega without a Pack. A loser without a life."
The older man just looked above in silence, maintaining tranquility for a perfect minute.
"What matters is that you helped." He spoke and clasped his chest, his heart was gradually slowing down.
"Do me a favour, and I'll owe you one." He added.
" A favour?"
"Yes, a favour. Now, you're weak, soft, and would die before the year's end with your current conditions. I'll do you the favour of a lifetime."
Ben was wondering where he was driving at. He knew he had no money to pay for private treatment or transport to the Alpha's residence.
"You'll become something…someone soon, or now. I want you to swear to me, swear you'll do by right what I stand for."
Ben was taken back. What was the dying Alpha doing?
"I swear by my life." He responded, his face still portraying surprise.
"Good. *Coughs*, good." He added, patting the younger man on his hands.
His breathing had become slower and he heaved one final sigh, turning his head to Ben.
"I gift you with great power, and with great power comes great responsibility." He said one final time, his glowing red eyes finally dying down.
Ben, energized, suddenly felt a burst of power through him. He screamed loudly, clasping his palms against his heads tightly. A boiling headache consistently hurting him.
After minutes on a long scream, he fell unconsciously, right by the dead Alpha.