I heard a rather intimidating snarl rumble in the center of my chest, and I began to run even faster. My eyesight seemed to zoom directly through the woods to pinpoint his location, his hysterical fragrance leading the way. My adrenaline was so off the charts at that moment that it was hard to keep from suffering through another transformation. I could feel my muscles trembling with increased power, my senses flaring up...becoming more acute. I was rapidly gaining ground and I knew I'd have no problem catching my prey at this speed...but the 'change' was happening. I could feel it taking me over. And the last thing I wanted to do was tackle Isaac to the ground with my face and body half way through the werewolf process, eyes glowing with wicked intent. That would surely push him over the edge...him being locked in 'freak out' mode and all.
Besides...if I change now...will Cyrus feel it? Will the rest of my brethren? I really didn't want to take that chance.
"Isaac...you REALLY need to listen to me right now! You're gonna want to talk to me!" He was tiring out. Too breathless to answer me. Frustrated, I got even faster. My voice was turning into a deep, savage, growl now. "I'm trying to HELP you, Isaac!" My monstrous snarl scared him even more, and I felt my eyes begin to burn with a liquid golden glow. It looks like he's not going to listen to reason here. Alrighty then. Time for Plan B. "You can't outrun me, boy! You'll regret making me chase you down!"
My anger began to filter into my mindset, and now I was making giant leaps forward, the scent of fear intoxicating me as I tried to remind myself NOT to hurt him!
Isaac attempted to change direction, weaving in and out of the trees as though it was really going to do him any good at all. Then...just I was about to let my emotional state slither out of my control, I dug my heels into the dirt below and I dashed forward at top speed, catching the back of Isaac's shirt with my rapidly glowing claws! I tore his shirt as he tried to pull away from me, but the stringy fabric held him still. His smooth flesh came into view, the shirt almost torn clear from his torso now as he continued to struggle in an attempt to get away. But it was too late. I was already within reach.
The chase was over. Even if he didn't know it yet.
With a loud growl, I took Isaac down to the ground and positioned myself on top of him, pinning his arms to the mud and leaves below.
I was amazed at how difficult it was to calm myself down. It was an actual feat of will power and restraint to keep from wanting to rip him APART for making me run after him like this! I actually ran my tongue over my teeth to see if I felt a razor sharp edge or a lethal 'point' on the end. My adrenaline was burning hot in my veins, but I did NOT want to hurt him! Settle down, Wesley. Deep breaths. Don't give in.
"STOP...running!!!" I snarled at him! "It's pointless to try to escape this! Do you understand?"
"Please don't take my soul! PLEASE! Let me go! I'll do anything!" He ranted.
"Take your WHAT? What the hell am I going to do with your soul?" Isaac began to squirm and wiggle in a desperate attempt to break free from my hold on him and scamper off again, but I held him still. "Calm down! Dude, what the hell are you talking about?"
"They told me this would happen! They told me!" He said, his eyes shut until small tears were squeezed out of both sides. "My Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name..." He muttered to himself, his head rolling back and forth on the ground. "Please forgive! Father, forgive!"
I was so confused.
"What are you doing? Who told you? What...?"
"I gave in to temptation! You seduced me into sin. Monster! The devil has sent you here to torture me for straying from the path of the good and the righteous! You want me to burn in Hell! Be away from my family!" He cried. "Father, forgive! Blessed be! FATHER, FORGIVE!!!" He was getting louder and I had to reach out and cup my hand over his mouth to shut him up!
"Listen to me!" I said sternly, pressing my hand down so hard that he whimpered in pain. "Running from me isn't going to do you any good! NONE of this...is going to fucking help you! Do you understand me? The only thing keeping you alive right now is ME! JUSTme!" I don't know why I was so angry. It kept trying to boil over. Kept telling me to make him suffer. But that's not me. It's not who I am. "If you get up and try to run, no matter how fast you travel, no matter how far you go...Cyrus and the others will track you down and not only slash you to ribbons, but they'll kill everyone you love. Everyone you even TALKED to about this! This whole escape thing is just a temporary solution that will hopefully give me some time to think. That's it. Nothing more. Do you get me?" His eyes, wide with horror, Isaac nodded his head frantically. "I'm going to take my hand off of your mouth now. Alright. I need you to be very quiet. Because anybody that hears you scream is going to end up just as dead as we are. Shhhhhh..."
As tears rolled from his eyes, I slowly removed my hand from his lips and he gave me the most pathetic look imaginable. With a sniffle, he asked, "Wh-What are you...?"
"I don't really know." I said. "But whatever it is, I need to make it go away."
"I'm NOT a demon!" I grumbled.
"I was tempted by the flesh. The church said homosexuality is a sin, and now you're going to torture me for my loss of virtue."
"I didn't have to do a whole lot to get you excited, ya know?" I said, slightly offended. I moved over until I was no longer straddling his mid section and let him sit upright, with me leaning by a nearby tree. "This doesn't have anything to do with demons and torture and eternal damnation. I promise."
"You...you're just like them." He shivered. "I saw you. I saw you turn..."
"It's something that's automatic. I haven't really learned to control it yet. I haven't been this way for very long. They're much better at this than I am."
"You sold your soul to them? To monsters?" He was trembling so badly that his teeth were beginning to chatter.
"What? NO! Ugh, Isaac...you're not getting it..."
"Werewolves..." He whispered. "Beasts in the woods. Werewolves."
I almost felt sick admitting it, but when our eyes connected...I slowly nodded in agreement. He asked me 'why', and I replied, "In case you haven't noticed, Cyrus can be very persuasive." I was about to stand up on my feet, "Look, I can't really drive yet because I don't really know how. But we need to see if your truck is still working well enough to maybe get us into town and find out where we are so we can..." Suddenly, a large handful of dirt, mud, sticks, and woodland debris was thrown in my face! Right in my eyes! Some even got in my mouth! And all my sensitive hearing could pick up was the sound of Isaac struggling to get on his feet and start running again! FUCK! What am I going to DO with this kid???
I took a second to rub the dirt out of my eyes and was able to focus just as I saw Isaac looking back over his shoulder to see if I was in hot pursuit of him, nipping angrily at his heels.
"Isaac! If I were you, I'd make sure to look where you're..." WHAM!!! Isaac ran himself right into a low hanging branch, nearly clotheslining him, ass over elbows, as he went horizontal and fell to the ground with a sickening thud. "...Going." I sighed.
Not only am I sore, tired, frustrated, and dirty...but now it looks like I've got an almost lifeless load to carry away from this spot before the others find a way to catch up and pinpoint our location.
This is not the kind of day that I was looking forward to.
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