Werewolf Love Story (15 page)

“I don't think that's how it works. You’re either immortal or you’re not.”

“But as far as you know you could be completely immortal?”

“Possibly. I don't plan on testing it out,” I laughed.

We sat out there and talked until the wee hours of the morning. Maya seemed to believe me and how could she not, I just sported a new beard and my face changed into a partial werewolf. We eventually made our way back to the cabin, and to my surprise Maya didn't pull away once after obtaining this new bit of information about me. If anything, it drew her closer to me. The rest of the weekend we just talked and shared took care of each other.

During the next couple of weeks, Maya and I continued to get even closer.  I had decided to pay for Sasha to get her jeep out of being impounded.  She agreed to do my laundry and wash my car until I felt she had paid me back. 

Sasha had been pushing for her and Patrick to meet Maya for a couple weeks now. I hadn't brought the three of them together out of fear that Sasha would say something inappropriate to Maya. Maya was cool that Sasha lived with me, even though we had a thing back when. I assured Maya that I had zero feeling towards her, and that was good enough for her.  

I just felt it was better to just keep them isolated. Plus, Sasha makes snide remarks insinuating Maya is going to lower the bomb on me, at any moment, and show her true colors. She can’t believe anyone can be as perfect as I claim Maya to be.
Well, she’s wrong.

I know I couldn't put off the three of them meeting forever. Patrick and Sasha had become two of very best friends and Maya was my girlfriend. So, after being pressured relentlessly by both Sasha and Maya, I put together a dinner for the four of us in Hollywood. I knew I wanted zero problems, so I had decided we all should go to out of town. That way it would be a new experience for everyone and at least we all have that in common. Or at least they would. I had picked a nice, little restaurant called the French Market that I had gone to a year ago on a blind date, set up by my trainer, Mo.

We took two separate cars down to Hollywood. I had picked up Maya by myself and then we took the 10 freeway and did a straight shot to Hollywood. I thought it would be silly for Patrick and Sasha to follow us because it would be extremely out of their way. So we all agreed to meet at the restaurant around 8:00 o’clock. It would be dark, so Patrick wouldn't have any sun issues to deal with.

We got to Hollywood in about an hour.. We parked in a small, run-down parking lot down the street from the restaurant and walked up to get to the French Market. I had let Maya know that Patrick called me Kyro as a nickname and I made a story to explain why.  It was an awful lie that made no sense, which is one of the reasons why I don’t lie to people because I’m horrible at it.

When we arrived, Patrick and Sasha were already seated, having a drink. Sasha was dressed to the nines, her hair done up real nice and had enough makeup on to last a girl like Maya a whole month.

I led Maya to the table where my two friends were sitting. They were laughing, drinking wine and engaged in a conversation. I stopped at the front of the table, and Patrick stopped whatever he was saying when he saw me, “Kyro! You guys made it.”

I watched Maya's face as Sasha looked up at us.

“Hi guys!” Sasha’s eyes were beaming.

“Hello,” Maya said. She seemed a bit surprised that Sasha was a complete knockout. But as far as I could tell it wasn't bothering her too much.

“Maya,” I said “These are my two roommates, Patrick and Sasha.”

“Hello,” Maya said again.

“Wow, she's gorgeous, Tommy,” Sasha proclaimed, as if I just showed up to the dinner with a prized horse.

Maya seemed embarrassed by Sasha's overly complimentary statement but smiled politely. I pulled out a seat for Maya to sit down and then I sat next to her.

“So what's good, Tommy?”  Sasha asked.

“I actually don't remember,” I said.  “I would assume all the food is pretty good.”

“Tommy, didn't you say you went here before on a date?” Sasha smirked.

“Yes,” I said, staring at Sasha with a look that said, ‘did you really have to say that right off the bat’.

Sasha caught my look, and it didn't seem to matter to her because she had something to say, and it couldn't wait. “What kind of date was it, Tommy?”

“It was just a regular date, Sasha. It wasn’t a big deal, so can you drop it?”

“And you had it here?” she continued to badger me with questions.

“Yes,” I answered. “What's the big deal?” I was getting upset now. She didn't need to push the issue.

“Look around and tell me what you see,” Sasha said. She stopped herself from laughing out loud.

What was she talking about?
I looked around the restaurant and quickly saw what she was referring to. Every table had couples having romantic dinners. There was something I had apparently overlooked the last time I was here. They were all same-sex couples. I couldn't help but smile.

“Were you going through an experimental phase?” Sasha joked

Maya looked around and figured it out too, that this restaurant obvious catered to a gay clientele. Maya looked over me to join and joined in the joke, “Wow, she’s right Tommy. You have some explaining to do.”

Patrick jumped in for my defense, sort of.  “Dude, its cool, Kyro. We all are a little gay.”

“Very funny,” I said, to Patrick.

“Well, it's good to know that you’re not homophobic,” Sasha laughed.

“I guess not,” I said “Okay, ha-ha. Could we change the subject?

“Yes we can, sweetie,” Maya said. “We don’t need to make you remember a time you like to forget.”

“Really? Maya? You too?”

“Oh sweetie, the only thing gay about you is your body.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Gay guys are really in shape,” Sasha said.  “At my gym, all the hottest guys are gay.”

“Yeah, you’re a real gym rat, Sasha,” Patrick laughed.

“Hey, I used to be.  Just because I sit around eating cookies all day and playing Monopoly is your entire fault.”

I looked over at Maya and she seemed to be enjoying our friendly banter with one another, and from that point on, the four of us had a wonderful dinner with great conversation. Sasha and Maya seemed to really hit it off. I couldn't tell if Sasha was just going along with it because that was the right way to act, or if she generally liked Maya. I knew Maya liked both Sasha and Patrick because she's far too real of a person to fake the good time she was having.

We finished up dinner and all agreed to meet up at some coffee shop off of Silver Lake Street.  The four of us walked back to the little parking lot where Maya and I had originally parked. Apparently, Sasha had parked her jeep in the lot also.

I was holding Maya’s hand and we were walking behind Sasha and Patrick. We approached the parking lot and three dark-hair guys wearing all black were walking towards us. I had a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach; I knew something wasn't right. Surprisingly, they walked past us and didn't say a word. Then after a brief moment, the reason for my bad feeling became apparent.

“Hey, Gutterball!” One of them yelled at us.

I turned around at the oddity of being called Gutterball. As I turned around, Patrick said, “Let's get out of here.”

“Do you know these guys, Patrick?” I asked.

“Let's just go,” Patrick repeated, earnestly.

“Why are they calling you Gutterball?”

“Because I first met them at a bowling alley and I wasn’t too good at bowling.” Patrick was hurrying to Sasha’s jeep.

“Gutterball! That's you, right?” One of the guys continued to yell.

Patrick continued to ignore them and that didn't make matters better. In a blink of an eye, the guy yelling at us had shot his way across the parking lot and stood right in front of us. The guy had shoulder length, long black hair and was Arabic.

“Fucking Gutterball,” the guy said. “Where the hell you been?”

Patrick looked up and nervously said, “I've been around.”

“Well, you’ve been nowhere near us. As a matter of fact, one might say you have gone completely out of your way to avoid the Brotherhood.”

Great, as if I didn't already know these assholes were Mani—
they were fucking vampires.
I didn't know what to do. I mean these guys obviously came here looking for Patrick. Someone must have given them a heads up that he was down here.

“Girls, get in the car!” I said.

“Fuck no,” Sasha said. “These guys don't scare me.”

“Maya get in the car,” I repeated.  Maya looked at me scared and it broke my heart. I never wanted to see her ever give me a look like that.  Maya jumped in my car and locked the door.

“Cute girl, Gutterball,” the guy continued. “Which of these skanks is your date?”

“Excuse me?” I said.

“Excuse you!” the black-hair punk repeated back to me. “You probably will want to get into the car with your girlfriend. You really don't want to see this.

“See what?” I asked.

“Well, Gutterball went AWOL, and there is only one way we deal with AWOL cowards.”

“No one’s touching Patrick,” I warned them.

The three Mani men all laughed at me.

“Cute,” the Mani guy said. “Patrick got a boyfriend while he was gone. No wonder we found him in West Hollywood.”

“You need to shut your punk-ass Mani mouth,” I said, without a hint a fear in my voice.

“Mani? Patrick, you told this guy about us, and you let him live? We weren't going to kill you too,” the guy said directly to me. “But now you leave us with no choice. Unfortunately, now that Patrick let the cat out of the bag, there’s only one thing we can do.”

Screw that, I was tired of this asshole talking and prolonging the inevitable. I knew Sasha was pretty tough, and I had no idea what Patrick was about when it came to fighting. At worst, it's three on three, even if my three were questionable. Plus, no one calls my girlfriend a skank and gets away with it.

I charged the guy that was directly in front of us making the most noise. I grabbed him by his shirt and threw him on top of an SUV.  I threw an elbow across his face that absolutely obliterated his mouth. I began dropping elbows like sledgehammers down on his skull.  His eyes rolled back and then he just disappeared and a black, injured bird shot across the sky and flew off. 
Yep, a vampire.

I looked over at Maya in the car and her mouth was completely dropped open. She seemed real worried, and I knew I’d better take care of business quickly, and get the hell out of here.

I turned around and Patrick was clearly getting his ass beat by one of the bastards, while the other guy was on top of Sasha.
First things first.
I ran over to Sasha and wrapped my arms around the neck of the vampire that was on top of her. I dug the front of my forearm deep into his skinny, little Mani neck so I felt nothing but Adam’s apple. I cranked up my forearm and swung the asshole in a circle while choking him out.

“Transition!” the other vampire yelled while he was dismantling Patrick. And sure enough, the Mani I had swinging by his neck disappeared and flew off into the dark sky.

Alright there was one remaining and he was surely getting the best of Patrick. Sasha tried to go over there but this guy was definitely the biggest and the baddest of the three, and unfortunately, he attacked our weakest member.

“Who the hell are you?” I asked. “Why do you even care about Patrick.”

“Because he’s one of us.  If we let him live, then there is no order.” Then the Mani guy roundhouse kicked Patrick and dropped him to the gravel.

Patrick yelled, “I never wanted to be part of this, Monty.  You guys made me into something I never wanted to be.”

“Oh cry me a river,” Monty said, with about as much empathy as a drill sergeant.

Ok, this needed to stop. Monty has obviously drunk the Kool Aid, and as far as I knew, he was the one serving it.

Monty leaped on top of Patrick while he was on the ground and had a silver stake in his hand. The same stakes those Mani had that night in the desert.

I hurried over to him and stomped on top of his neck. It was the most ferocious stomp-like kick I had ever delivered. His neck made a cracking sound that almost made me throw up when I heard it. Patrick slid from under him and Monty faced-planted on the pavement and didn’t move. 

“Transition, asshole and get the fuck out of here,” I yelled at him trying to spare his scrawny little life.

Monty turned over and said, “This isn’t over.”

“Oh, I think it is.” I turned my head for a brief moment to look at Patrick, and that was all it took for Monty to plunge onto my neck. He bit down into the side of my neck and began to suck like a…well, a vampire.

I did the only thing I could do. I pulled his fucking hair like a little girl. I yanked his head back to where I could get my right hand into his mouth. And with my fingers, I ripped his vice grip that he had on my neck. He continued to bite down, but I shoved my fingers down his throat. I did this repeatedly until he began choking. He finally let up, and then he fell to the left of me gasping for air. Sasha jumped on top of him and just unloaded a sea of fists on his face. He didn’t know what hit him, and I was glad one of my friends finally stepped up. The guy eventually composed himself, and was able to defend himself against Sasha. He caught her with a backhand and she flew back into the back of my Mustang.

I was now extremely pissed off. I was tired of these assholes biting me, and something in my brain just temporary snapped.  I jumped on top of Monty while he was still on the ground and pounded his face in further. He managed to get to his feet and we squared in a fight for the ages, or at least it was for me. I spent the next five minute beating the shit out of this guy.  I didn’t want to kill him. I wanted him to live and feel my wrath. The guy finally gave up and never once got a decent shot on me.

“You’re not human,” he said.

“Well, I’m not a werewolf either.” 

Then something unusual happened, this Mani man’s eyes lit up. “Really? What are you?”

“I’m in between jobs right now. I’ll let you know when I settle in.”