Feeding time

The young vamp wolf brought himself to explain everything that he had endured before his untimely capture.

“I can’t believe you went out after dark”. Sardonyx scowled.

“You know the risk.”

“I can’t stand being cut off from the rest of the world Scott explained.

“I just wanted to go to the park for a little bit”.

“This town is riddled with vampires and werewolves. Your luck that those goons in the valley were basic mutts. Plus, don’t get me started on these clowns in white”.

“Who were those guys anyway?”

Scott asked.

“Don’t know most vamps aren’t that welt dressed. Or that powerful”

Scott looked at this shirt still covered in blood from earlier.

“That old lady.”

Scott said.

“What old lady?”

“There was a homeless lady in the Park. She kept harassing me for money, but I kept saying no until……”

“Until what?”

“She pulled out a knife and tried to rob me.”

“Did she hurt you?”

“No, I mean she tried to, but I find to steal the knife from her. I held back my strength.

So, I wouldn’t hurt her but same how the Knife ended up cutting her wrist and...”

Scott curled up in a ball, fearing to tell his sister the whole story.

“And what, Scotty?”

His face flooding with tears as he mustered the strength to answer her.

“I blocked out and next thing I knew there was blood in my mouth. My fangs and clams were out, and she was laying in my arms not moving at all”.

Scott covered his eyes as Sardonyx kneeled to him.

“Take me to her,” Sardonyx said.

Time passed as Scott led his sister to the park.

“She should still be here Scott’s said.

“Are you sure she was still alive?”

“Yes, I mean I think so.”

“You think so?”

Sardonyx raised her voice.

“Scott if that woman lives, she could feel everyone about you. We would have to leave Rochester.

“What if she didn’t?

What if I killed her?”

Scott began to sob at the talking human life.

“Liston to me little bro. she came at you with a knife if anything, all you did was defined yourself.

“How can you say that? I attacked hold lady.”

Sardonyx held his hands and looked into her brothers’ eyes.

“A human tried to hurt you. Or even worse. What her she knew what you are or not, we have to keep ourselves safe in that scenario.”

Scott’s heart began to slow down as moved him.

“I guess you’re right.”

“Tell you what, why don’t we go to mom she has years of experience with dealing with us in the human world.”

“Sure, let’s go.”

Scott wiped his face clean and prepared to leave.

“Just one second.” Sardonyx said.

" Purgat vestimenta sua sanguinis."

Scott’s shirt was enchanted so that the blood from the mugger was gore.

“Thanks. Let us go.”

Scott carried his sister in his arms and flew away from the park.

In time, they arrived in front of a house on the outskirts of town.

As he released Sardonyx, Scott sniffed the air around him.

“Somethings wrong. “

“What is it? “Sardonyx asked.

Scott rushed inside the house as his sister followed.

“Scott, what is it?” The witch asked as she caught up to her brother.

She saw a distraught Scott starring at a corpse covered in blood, wearing a hijab while riddled with claw marks.

The two teenagers were in total shock and horrified as they uttered the same word together.

“Mom.”

Devastated by the dead woman, Sardonyx rushed to her side as she channeled multicolored energy from her hands.

But the young vampwolf was too shook to make a single move. His heart feeling as if it had been robbed from his chest and in its place was a gapping cold hole.

Sardonyx rushed to their mother’s side, hoping that her magic would be enough to bring the woman back to life.

“Mom. “Scott uttered as his sister used her magic to muster up any chance to revive their mother.

“I can't see heal Scott. I am sorry but she is gone. “the witch said as she went over her mother's body.

Her words appearing to stay out in the air but having no present effect on her brother.

“I can’t believe this. “Sardonyx sobbed.

None of his sister’s words seemed to trigger even the slightest reaction as Scott fell to his knees in grief.

“Malia Bishop made us a family after both of our real parents left us in this wretched world. Who would the hell want to hurt someone like that? “

But while the young vampwolf began to slowly mourn the death of his foster mother, Scott looked around the house and noticed something puzzling.

“This wasn't a forced entry.”

Scott said.

“What are you talking about?” Sardonyx asked.

“Think about it. This place was spotless when we left. But now, this place is covered with claw marks. On top of that, the streaks look like they were done super-fast. “

Scott continued to explain his theory as he noticed that Malia’s corpse carried a holstered gun on her hip.

“Ever since that burglar broke into the house last year, mom carried a gun in case we left the house. But I cannot smell any gunfire at all. “

“What are you trying to say? “

“I don’t think that this was done by a normal werewolf.” He explained. “What if someone or something must have coerced her into not reaching for her gun? I think …”

While he explained his theory. Scott began to hear loud police sirens in the background.

“The cops are on their way. “Sardonyx said.

“We have to go. Now. “

Scott reached toward his sister, pulling her away from their mother’s lifeless body. But as he did, Sardonyx noticed what appeared to look like an “L” shaped badge from her mother's hand.

“Transfer item in possession.” Sardonyx chanted.

The batch disappeared from Malia’s grip and appeared into Sardonyx’s as she and her brother rushed out of the house.

As they rushed out of their beloved home, Scot could not help but feel that there was more to their mother’s demise than what they had come across.

The police circled the house as Scott used his enhanced speed to take him and his sister far away from the crime scene.

“Maybe we should go back. “Sardonyx said as Scott carried her away.

“And tell the cops what?” Scott asked. “That monsters are real. “

“I suppose your right. “

“Besides, I know a better place to be. “

Scott continued to sprint through the streets of Rochester at a blinding speed. Far too fast for anyone to notice.

In time, the two teenagers arrived at a church in the middle of the city.

“Mom always did love this church. “Sardonyx said. “It was the only church that allowed Muslims and Christians. “

“Of course, we were neither. But I am glad mom loved us regardless. “

“Let us just hope that Pastor Miles is still here. “

Sardonyx knocked on the door, hoping to get an answer.

“What if he’s not home? “Sardonyx asked.

“He is. He must be. “Scott said.

Eventually, the door began to crack open, and out came an elderly, overweight man.

“I’m sorry, children. But the church is closed. Please come back in the morning. “Pastor Miles said.

“Pastor, please. “Said, Scott. “This is an emergency. “

“May I ask the content of this emergency, Young man? “

“It’s our mother. “Sardonyx said.” She is dead.

The pastor’s tone shifted into that of great despair and horror.

“Inside both of you quickly.”

The teenagers rushed inside the church as the pastor opened the door wide enough to allow them to enter.

After he closed the door, Pastor Miles guided them to the front bench of the church, sit them down, and joined them on the bench.

“Who or what caused this tragedy?”

“We think it was a werewolf Sardonyx said.

“Her body was slashed and looked fresh,” Scott added.

“The pastor folded his hands, resting his forehead on his knuckles.

“Do you know of anyone who wanted our mom dead?”

“None who are still alive Pastor Miles confessed.”

“What do you mean by that?” Scott asked.

Before Malia came to this country, she was an agent for an intended immense police force.

‘Mom was a Cop?”

“Detective. One of the few humans to accomplish that status.”

Sardonyx pulled showed it to the pastor.

“Was this hers?” Sardonyx asked.

The pastor and Scott looked at the badge both with great shock.

‘She was still an agent when she died?” Pastor Miles asked.

“Is that an “I”?” Scott asked.

“It’s the symbol of L.I.F.E.

“L.I. FE?”

“The acronym stands for the Lazarus Internal Force Espionage.”

“What was here job at L.I.F.E?” asked Sardonyx.

“I was sworn to keep that a secret.” Said the pastor.

“Pastor Miles, please. We just lost the only person who took us in. we need to know why.”

The pastor stood up from the bench trying to avoid the question.

“I’m sorry my dear,” he said as he walked to the altar. I can offer you a place to sleep. But I am afraid I cannot.

The young vamp wolf zoomed in front of the pastor starring in the pastor’s eyes as his own shifted to a crimson red.

“Tell us what we need to know Scott said as tears proud from his eyes.

“Scotty?”

The Pastor stood still his eyes wide open and is willing to resist the strange trance was absent.

“What was our mom’s job?”

Pastor Miles remained in tranced as he was completed to answer Scott's questions.

“To keep the royal half-blood from falling into the wrong hands?”

“Who’s the royal half-blood?” Scott asked.

The pastor answered the vamp wolf with unwilling honesty.

“You are, Scott Nollax.”