Chapter Four

I got to our spot and turned off my car engine, waiting for her as the darkness surrounded me. I waited for a while until I heard a knock from the passenger's seat window. I opened the car and she got into the passenger's seat, still radiant and beautiful as she had always been.

" How are you doing my love", I said, leaning in for a kiss, and she wasted no time in grabbing my face and batting our lips together. She stopped after a few seconds, both of us breathing hastily.

" I'm fine, how about you?" she asked, pulling her face away from me.

" I'm doing good my love, just that there is bad news, real bad news", I said, stretching out the sentence to emphasize on ' bad news'.

" I have bad news too", I looked into her eyes and we both knew instantly what each other's bad news was.

I felt like apologizing to her, so badly that I didn't know when I muttered " I'm sorry" underneath my breath.

" You have nothing to apologize for, what happened was definitely not your fault", I didn't know she heard me, and she took my face in her hands as she consoled me out of feeling guilty. I looked her in the eye and affirmed to her claim, leaning in for another hot succulent kiss.

We just sat there in silence for a few minutes, with her head resting on my shoulders even though I had bet that it was probably uncomfortable for her, and her left hand stroking my semi-hard dick which popped out through my zipper. The silence was enjoyable, not to even talk of the pleasing strokes up and down my shaft. We stayed in like that until I decided to break the silence.

" Did you really mean it when you said you don't blame me for what happened to the Westlake pack?" I asked, particularly not out of doubt or curiosity but out of affirmative obligation.

" Yes, I don't blame you, if anyone is to blame it should be your pride's leaders who orchestrated everything", still gently stroking me, " he was the one who started the last war between us and still not yet satisfied with the ravages he caused and the casualties he created, he is still instigating and flaring up another war", she continued.

" His wife got killed during the last war ", I said, trying to not sound as if I was sympathetic of him - I mean, I was, but I didn't want Malia to notice it.

" And he still hasn't learnt that war will be disadvantageous to the parties that partake in it?" the question was rhetoric, and there was a little bit of sadness in her voice.

" He probably wants to avenge his late wife".

" Well, I don't blame him", she said, after staying quiet for something seemingly thinking about something.

" Why do you say so?"

" Because I would probably do the same to the vampire that murdered my parents, no, that was an understatement, I will make him pass through living hell if I had the chance ".

" How were your parents killed?" I asked and immediately regretted it. She grew cold instantly and sat up on the car seat, as if she suddenly grew uncomfortable of me.

" You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to ", I quickly added, hoping it would somehow avert any emotional crisis she might have.

" It was a weekend ".

" Uh?".

" When my parents were killed, it was a cold snowy weekend. I had wanted to ride a Ferris wheel and they decided to take me to town. The war had not fully started, but it was at it's onset. We went to the amusement park and I had the best time in my life ", she smiled in a melancholic way and continued.

" While coming back, our vehicle was hit by two vampires. My parents grew week from the tumbling of the car but managed to get out of the overturned car before it exploded. One of the vampires attacked my dad, and my pregnant mom took me into a nearby church to hide ", she paused again, the words seeming so heavy to escape her lips, but still, she continued.

" The vampire that had fought with my dad came into the church later on, and I could literally sniff the smell of my father's blood on his body. He found us, me and my mom. My mom tried to fight him off, but he easily disemboweled her with his claws, cutting out my infant brother from her belly and smashing his head, his poor head that wasn't even fully formed", she was almost sobbing at this point, " He looked at me with a strange glare, one that I had never............".

At this point, I was lost.

Many things ran through my mind. I was sure I killed the little girl, I bit her in the neck and sucked every drop of blood in her, she had smelled sweet, strangely sweet, and I had taken the pleasure in draining her blood. She couldn't have survived it, she can't be Malia, no, Malia can't be her, there was no fucking way that could be true.

" You see these two scars at the back of my neck?" she asked, shifting out her hair to show me the scars and drawing my attention back.

" Huh? uh, yeah".

" They were his bite marks. He bit me but I survived. I couldn't tell..............".

And I was lost, yet again.

A flashback gagged up in my memory. The pregnant werewolf ran to me from the sanctuary, but I easily dodged her as she sluggishly tried to jump on me, sliding under her as I quickly ran my claws vertically through her stomach, maneuvering through thick fur and cutting through flesh. She shapeshifted back into human form, with the premature infant I had cut from her belly lying a few inches away from me, looking like a deformed being, with it's umbilical cord stretching out in the distance into it's mother's open stomach.

I angrily smashed it's head with my boots, making a ketchup out of it, just that the ketchup wasn't so red.

A little girl stood up from behind the altar and cried out " mummy", sounding more like a shriek from an old lady, and as I walked towards her to finish things up, I heard the woman call out with her dying breath, " Malia!".