ScaryPlace Original Fiction - Icy Winds of the Forbidden 2

A Story in Installments:

Icy Winds of the Forbidden

Chapter 2
Night on the Town
"Razor Fang"

by Jessica Christopherson
Copyright 2001 All rights reserved
lonewolf14@hotmail.com

Altos. Such a nice town, or should I say city? It was somewhat like Mae yet a bit more city like then that so-called town. Altos is much bigger. I'm a fool to call it a town; it's a city. Not so much of a huge one but a nice one. But the crime rate is high, which gives us more of a cover so we don't really have to worry about the dead bodies that may come up if the Fury gets too strong. But we still have to. We'd be fools not to!

It wasn't Sylvia's fault about mixing it up for a town and a city. Honestly I prefer cities. More victims, more crimes, more things to see, and more shops of things which Sylvia probably likes that I can get her before Shadow can. Many a things. We maybe considered monsters but we still like to see things that normal mortals do. We are but mere visitors here like a lot of others here along with us are.

It'd been a wonderful day! Sure it was so early in the morning, oh say about 4 in the morning when we were 5 miles away from Altos, but that was one hell of a victory on my account! Shad was mad and jealous; I could see it in his eyes. But that's what he gets for saying he's going to drive, isn't? ... Yes, that's what I thought and I agree with you. That's what he gets.

Anyways, not long after I was sitting next to Sylvia, she fell asleep in my arms. I held her as close as I dared to, watched her as she slept so quietly. I loved every second of it. Half the time I see Shad be lucky enough during car rides to have Sylvia do this to him but this time I got to and I rubbed it in his face as much as I could, that is, of course, without disturbing Sylvia. When he glanced back I simply smirked at him, keeping her close. He gave me that I'm-so-gonna-kick-your-ass-when-she's-not-looking look. I simply snickered every time he gave me that look, knowing he couldn't yell at me or else he'd wake Sylvia and there was a chance she'd yell at him or both of us for waking her up or just keep silent. When she stays silent you know something's wrong and I just find it most disturbing since she'll refuse to talk to either of us.

But besides that, the day went smoothly, but still I tried to make Shad as jealous as I could and at every chance I could. I could tell Shad was a bit low on cash after we got our two rooms at the boarding house which we've reserved (he just had to be all willing to pay for it all himself, not allowing me to help in on the payment just mainly to impress Syl or make me mad, which he did. Both... that son of a bitch), one for Shad and me (oh joy...) and one for Sylvia (I'll always been ready to keep her company). Wish I had a room with her then I did with Shad, we're friends yet both having eyes for the same girl doesn't seem to work too well.

Well then again, we're great friends and the only time we quarrel and argue about such is after we've been with Sylvia or when she's around. Other then that, we get along as we always have, as best friends. Mainly the petty things we argue about, like when one of us impresses her and the other makes a big fuss about it (like when I impress her, Shad doesn't seem the happiest).

But anyways, as I was saying, Shad was low on cash and I pretty much had more then him for the time being. Shad probably only had about twenty to thirty-oh wait! - I almost forgot. He paid for gas for the car when we got in town so he's probably down to fifteen to twenty bucks left. But like that mattered at the moment, we're simply walking down town, not to mention the sun has just set so it's getting darker and darker around us.

The street was somewhat empty, except for Sylvia's silvery laughter, Shadow's deep laughter and my own metallic laughter. We were having a good ole time, walking down the sidewalk, side by side, enjoying the nightlight. Sylvia playful as ever. Yes, I couldn't ask for anything better.

Everything was going terrific yet there was nothing I could catch Syl's eye with nor could Shad. I wanted to impress her, make Shad as jealous or mad at me as he made me at him earlier.

As we passed the empty and dark streets of the middle of 2nd and 3rd Street, something called to us from a dark alleyway after we crossed the streets.

"Hey you three!" It called, "I have a treasure that is unlike anything else in this world!"

I had little interest to the stranger whom called to us; it was the same with Shadow. But as for Syl, it was different. She was always the curious one of the group, always had been and always will I guess.

As we walked passed, Sylvia came to a stop and looked towards the man dressed in mostly all dark rags. A bench warmer as some would call him, and others, just a poor loony. Strands of her wavy dark black/brown hair fell in those beautiful eyes of hers; the eerie starlight blue pools that seemed so soft yet held back a wild spirit. She was dressed such as that wild spirited rebel she could become, something I loved dearly about her. She was something else all together! Unlike any other girl I've EVER seen.

Her long wavy hair fell to her shoulders, her hair draped around her neck. Her hair was quite a natural mixture, it seemed as though the colors layered themselves in a way. Her hair mostly was a dark brown, a rich brown that could almost be considered black, then lower down from her hair parting it begins to shift to burgundy around copper wire color streaks in her hair. Over the years I saw this transformation of her hair take place, there's really no explanation for it or why her hair is such but it is. Her bangs hanging in her face, they reach a bit below her nose. They seem to hide her beautiful blue eyes from all around, at times, I take it that human's can't not see beyond her bangs to her eyes. I can, I always been able to. Her eyes are so deep and a dark yet soft hues of starlight blue they seem unnatural. And if she were human they would be, but she's not. She's like Shadow and I yet of more regal blood then ours. She, my dear Sylvia, is the daughter of the clan Alpha, of the Huntress of Wintra.

Yet Sylvia and the Huntress are so different. The Huntress so sage, experienced, and crafty having a daughter such as Sylvia seems to puzzle me. Yet in some ways it doesn't, in ways they're the same. Sylvia is strong like her mother, crafty as well yet she is rebellious. I don't know whether or not if it's the same for the Huntress but it doesn't seem like it. The Huntress gives orders and plans out to our clan, Wintra's Hounds, and she expects them to be followed, and they are. But Sylvia does as she pleases and is reluctant to take orders. Without the Huntress, Wintra's Hounds would have never lasted. Not at all. If the Huntress hadn't come along, our clan would have perished like so many other garou clans started in the frozen tundra of Wintra. Only the Strong and Crafty can survive in such a land. We, Wintra's Hounds, have managed to become the Strong and Crafty with the Huntress' guidance.

Shit. I'm Getting off the subject aren't I? Where was I? Oh yes, as I was saying.

Sylvia wore what ever she wanted to, most the time mainly something to show off her rebellious side, like today for example. She wore her dark indigo blue tank top with her leather jacket. Black jeans that showed her curves well with black leather boots on her feet. A bracelet of a silver balled chain instead of links, around her left wrist. A ring of sterling silver and a pattern of obtuse triangles around it filled with the gems turquoise around her right ring finger.

The man stood there a moment, as if just realizing how beautiful she looked to him. We Garous have something in common with vampires, humans see us as rather beautiful creatures. Our eyes as deep as the seas and glow with an eerie light like the moon when full just like the pale skin and dazing colorful eyes unlike anything else of Vampires attracts humans.

But we had our differences. When it comes to us, Garous, we were something that seemed wild and untamable to humans, wild yet intriguing. Vampires are just mysterious and seductive to such naive creatures as humans. We don't need humans to survive; rather we need our own kinsmen. Vampires how ever, need them to feed off the dumb creatures. Our hungers are somewhat the same, the hunger a vampire and werewolf feel, so I've heard. They thirst for blood, which they need, we thirst for the thrill of the hunt, the fear of our prey, and the triumph of the kill and the blood, which is half the time driven by madness of what they call the Fury or of other reasons. So somewhat, if that's true, then their right. But only the Vampires have to kill to survive, we'd probably go mad if not killing something for food or the Fury from within. Not everyday does the need of the Fury take over but when it does, all hell can break loose. Hell, I should know... It was proven what a garou could do from merely the Fury driven them mad for a single night. It happened to Mae, just three folds worse it being there were three of us.

Poor creatures lost to our claws... Best if we change the subject now, the memory of that night can drive me mad from hatred of the curse, which we call the Fury.

Shadow stood there perfectly still, like a statue, I never understood how he could manage such a pose. A statue with his arms crossed he looked to me. So perfectly still as though he weren't a living creature that breathed yet like a statue that looked so real it seemed as though it'd take a breathe. But his chest moved as he in-hailed and ex-hailed slowly. But still, when he stood like that sometimes I'd doubt him being garou.

His emerald green eyes were soft and mellow, not blazing in the nightlight for once. That surprised me. He watched Sylvia carefully and the stranger in front of her.

I shifted my own gaze to Syl. She was standing there in front of the man with her arms crossed, his mouth gapping open a bit as their eyes met, she said ever so softly, almost sweetly, "So what is this thing we're missin' out on, huh?"

It took him a minute to regain himself, he dusted himself off in a humanly manner and grinned slowly, "A wondrously beautiful pair of rings. There unlike anything I've ever seen! Others agree with me, yes, many."

"Alright then, show it to me if it's so wondrously beautiful that the world has never seen!" replied Sylvia, tilting her head to the side, the sarcasm in her tone audible to anyone who heard her; clear as a bell in the middle of a peaceful silence of a meadow. A sly smile played at her lips as she watched the man. He was fishing into his pocket for the pair of rings that he spoke of.

Suddenly an odd feeling overcame me. I looked to Shad slowly, his eyes were dark and as he stood there, still as a statue, his eyes were roaming about. When our gaze met, I read instantly what they said yet I didn't believe them. His gaze was saying to me: