Bloody Fur (Marked_By_Nyx)

I don't remember much from that day, the day I lost my humanity and the day my parents died. I guess I shouldn't leave it on a sad note to begin my story, should I?

Well it all started out with me,my mother and father and my sister Jenna. We were all happy together, we never fought or yelled. We were the family on the block to hold dinner parties with others and be the lively talk of neighbors.

My mom and dad were buisness accountants for a law firm, and my sister Jenna was a police officer. We were all a strong bunch, me, I was still a teen at the time and had a local paper rout to run every morning with my sister tagging along to make sure I was safe.

I loved her because I looked up to her while she watched out for everyone. She was someone I aspired to become when I was a bit older to start police force training. But the cheerful days were dragged down to the one day I had hopped never to happen.

Since my sister was a police officer she lived a dangerous life. And it finally caught up to her. She didn't die a hero, she died in a corner store robbery, she was shot six times by three people who robbed a local corner store. She was called out to the robbery and tried attempting an arrest without backup because one of them had gotten away already and the store clerk was shot.

She rushed in to stop them but they had already taken cover and began firing. You never know when someone you love will be dead and your the one to stand by their grave. Placing the red rose on their coffin.

Many people showed up for sympathy and to greive. Everyone loved her, but not as much as we did. Mom was heart broken, destroyed mentally. She was soon taking pills every day to keep herself calm. My dad broke down as well, he began drinking. Became violent when drunk, then sob in a corner and hate himself.

She held us together, and left us astray when she left us. Even to this day I still miss her. But now comes the sad part. Our home was broken into, while we were sleeping. My dad immediatly woken up sobered from his drinking and rushed to get the robbers. Yet they were'nt robbers. They were there to kill us, they knew us because they were the ones that killed Jenna!

I awoke to the sounds of my dad screaming for us to run. My mother rushed into my room to get me, but she was shot in the leg's and fell to the foot of my bed. I was to shocked to move. I was grabbed and thrown about, thrown down the hallway into the living room where one of them was beating my dad up.

I yelled ofr them to stop, only a mere pause before they continued. I felt defeated, and that's when I was knocked out. Thats when I don't know what happened next. Only the screaming remained in my mind. And I awoke to the horrid display of blood and destruction. My mother, my father. Dead. Ripped apart infront of me, I was covered in blood, theirs and my own. My body was broken, bloody and cut up. Before me stood a single man, I thought he was talking to someone.

But I realized when my eye's breifly focused, he was eat one of the robber's flesh, taring out his neck and consuming the flesh,blood and muscles as the man made gurgling sounds as he died. I closed my eye's, thinking this would be my fate. But all I heard, was the man's soft words. "You will be born again, little pup." He whispered into my ear, I then felt a sharp pain rush through my body and then, nothing.

It was but a few hours after that the police came to the house and found my family dead, and me, sitting in the corner covered in blood. And the murders laying about me,eaten up and torn apart.

And this is when I was brought to the police station for questioning, sitting in the interrogation room, cloth's changed, but I was still in shock. Frozen in that siting position, staring at the table without flinching or blinking. This is where my story began as what I will soon show you.

"He's traumatized," Arthur told me. "He came in a mess. Blood everywhere. He must've seen what happened. He's starring off into nothing, Ally. You wont get anything off of him."
I starred at the boy through the window. He was Jenna's little brother. Me and her used to be friends and I would go over to her house for dinner every once in a while. "I think I'm gonna get as much as i can anyways," I said as I opened the door and walked inside. I sat on the chair opposite of him. "Hey," I said softly. I hoped her remembered. Not so much the incident as me. He lost his sister, his mother, his father. He has no one now. I would do anything within my power to keep this boy safe. And that's how it will be, no matter what.

The world seemed dark and bleak to me. I wondered why I was still alive, how was I still alive? I had broken bones, cut's and stab wounds, yet now their nothing but scars that are barely noticeable. My gut was flipping over and over again, my mouth was dry and my eye's hurt in he bright light of the interrogation room.

Suddenly the sound of the door opening made me look up, it was a familiar face. One of my sister's friends, again, a stab at my heart. "Hey.." I said softly as I raised my hand gently rubbed my cheek, I felt cold. As if with all my clothing I wasn't warm enough. I looked up at her with soft eye's. "How are you?" It was a strange thing to ask, I worried she might be as fazed as I was. I couldn't even tell if I was sad anymore. Just, blank.

It was strange, I could hear something. A soft putter patter in my ear, a beat. It sounded like a heart, my own? Though the noise was coming from in front of me rather then inside of me. It was her. I could hear her heart beat. I tried my best to not act startled, yet I could also smell her. like a fragrance, something difficult to put into words.

I smiled. "I was about to ask you the same question," I said. "But since you asked first I'm fine thank-you." I looked at him. He was scared since last time I saw him. At the funeral. "They said that when the ambulance picked you up that you were covered in blood. Blood tests came back and said that is was your parent's one other person and your own. But you don't have a scratch on you. How is that?"

I shook my head. "I don't know...Everything went dark after the knocked me out. I woke up to the sounds of screaming. I think...It was my parents..And someone else was there, he killed those guys who murdered my parents..." I looked at my hands and felt the warm tears coming to my eye's which i quickly wiped away. "I was cut up,stabbed and yet i'm still alive." She would probably not understand what I was going through, all the thoughts that shot through my mind. I sighed softly and layed my head on the cold table to try and calm down.

"I could;nt see their faces. That guy stayed in the darkness." He was alluding to me, I wanted to know what had happened.

I paused when looking at the faces. The faces I saw in my mind were being torn apart by giant clawing hands. My hands? No I t couldn't be me. I looked back up to her. "Yes, that's them." I said dryly as I leaned back in my chair. "What...Should I do...I can't go home, and I'm certainly not going into foster care." I sighed as I ran my hands through my hair. Blood, there was so much blood in that house. I trembled thinking about it.

I looked at the photo's again. "Don't kill the kid yet, he's up for last." I closed my eye's and felt like crying. "Why did they save me for last?" I slammed my fist into the table." Why!" I growled, removing my hand, I left a small rig in the metal frame. Something impossible for an average person. I was stunned by this. I looked at my hand as it shakes.

((What's his name?))

I frowned and got up. "It's either foster care or jail," I said softly as I rubbed his back, in a comforting way. "You're in here because they believe that you killed these men." I took a deep breath. "If you are found guilty foster care is the best option for you. Or else you will be in jail or the streets or even worse, a mental hospital. I'm sorry. But these are your only options at this point." I would take him in but I would have to speak with my fiance about it. "At least stay there for two nights? Alright?" I felt sorry for him. After everything he's been through... his options are bad, worse or horrible.

I felt a large hole open in my heart. I felt like I would be thrown down into a well of darkness, I paused when she said her options. "Fine..I'll stay here for a few days..But.." I bit my lip. I wanted to break down and cry but something in me told me not to. Slowly I stood up and began to walk to the door. "I didn't kill anyone..." I said softly. "I go into foster care..."I left the room and sat down on a chair to be escorted to a cell. I was lost into my own mind, trying to remember. The sounds of gnashing,chewing. The taste of blood. I saw their faces being torn open. It looked as though I was doing it, but my hand's were covered in dark grey fur and long claw like nails.

(woops edit:Marcus)

I sighed. Poor kid. I walked out of the room and saw Arthur. I leaned on him and sighed. "When he gets out of here I want him to stay with us," I said. "As a favor for Jenna."
Arthur looked at me like I was crazy. He kissed my forehead and sighed. "I'm not ready for kids yet and you know it Ally. Are you sure you want him to stay with us for a while? What if we get attached. When we do have children I want them to be ours."
"I know baby," I said hugging my fiance. "I know. But Jenna was my best friend and your friend. She would want her brother to stay with someone he knew. He freaked when he thought of foster care."
He sighed. "Alright."
I smiled and kissed his cheek softly. "I love you."
"Love you too."

As Marcus sat in the hallways waiting to be escorted he heard things he could never hear before. The sound of voices, whispers. He could hear that police woman's voice. Talking to her fiance, his name was easy to remember. Arthur and Ally, they both knew Jenna.

Ally wanted to take me in, give me a knew home, a new life. I couldn't refuse the smile that came up as I sat in that char, but something else was happening to me that caused the smile to fade away. He looked at his hands,his nails were growing longer then normal. they even had a sharp point to them. He also felt his teeth beginning to change, his canine's were a bit longer and pointed. his eye's could see the more passive movements of someone walking, the sound of footsteps began louder then voices. He could smell scents and fragrances. He was becoming something else.

I walked to go tell Marcus that he would have a home in two nights. Not permanent but still...
When I saw ... something sitting in the chair. I didn't scream but I did know something. Marcus was... He was starting to look like a giant... dog? Oh my god. My eyes grew wide in surprise as I watched. What the h*ll was going on?!

I turned to notice Ally, she was'nt to happy, on the other hand she looked completely scarred. I looked at myself and notice I was growing a lot of hair. I was changing?! What was happening to me? I had no time to panic, I needed to calm down before anyone else looked at me. I could feel my body changing back, the pain of my nails growing shorter, my teeth narrowing down as the hair slid under skin, it caused a shiver to run through me. But when it all stopped, I was normal again. I looked at Ally. "Ok, ummm...Can we talk about this?" I was at a loss for words. I couldn't even understand what happened. But everything felt so alives, I could feel everything that was around me. I could smell the coffee that was brewing two rooms away and hear Arthur getting two cups ready. I looked up at her, and then around. "Ok...this is gotta be awkward. Arthur's going to bring you some coffee, you should probably drink some tea instead to calm down.." I smiled a goofy smile trying to make the mood lighter.

I blinked. "Dah.. I..." What just happened? Did I imagine it? I think so. I shook my head. "Yeah. Coffee always did that to me... and umm.... Did I just stare off into space for a moment there? Because you just looked like a giant wolf a few seconds ago with some human mixed in...."

This was the moment I had to make a choice, and I took the easier way. "Ummm, ya? You looked kinda spaced, as if you were going to ask me something but you looked a bit jumpy." I smiled and laid back in the chair. Calling it close, I was worried she would find out that something was really messed up with me. I didn't want to be thrown in jail just yet until I was sure what was happening to me. I had changed form, I was hairy, I looked like a giant wolf in human form. Was I turning into a wolf?

My mind struck a cord, something about myth folk lore. Human's turning into animals, or rather a dog or wolf. A Werewolf.

I chuckled. "Of course," I said. "I'm sorry. You said Arthur was coming right? Well he should be here when I asked." I gave him a hesitant smile. Fur... I couldn't not look at him and think of a puppy. I had no idea why. Then Arthur came in and stopped in his tracks. "Hey sweetie," I said kissing his cheek as I took one of his cups. Coffee... huh. "You want it Marcus?" I gave him the cup anyways and sat down.
"Did you ask yet?"
"I thought you should be here when I did."
"Well then ask," Arthur said as he wrapped his hands around his mug in a protective manner. I knew what was going through his mind but I didn't push it.
"Marcus," I said. "You know that we knew your sister. She was our friend and... in light of what's happened so far. I think that you should come stay with us for a while. It wont be forever but it will be for anything from a few days to a few months." I smiled at him. Woof. Then I shook my head suddenly.

"Of course...." I said softly with a smile as I tried to feel better about the situation. I felt tired again. "Can I..get some sleep?" I asked as I needed sleep and haven't closed my eye's since the accident so early into the night. weakness as when my smile dropped I began to dose off in the chair I sat upon. Face innocent and young. A person looking like this could never commit murder or death.

I smiled. "We'll get your stuff tomorrow Marcus," I said as I left with Arthur. Unfortunately Marcus had to stay here for a few nights to make sure everything was set up along with some paper work that needed to be done.
As me and Arthur walked out the door he said, "I'm having second thoughts."
"Don't be this way," I said softly. "You already said yes so I intend that you keep it that way.
He sighed. "I know."

As marcus slept, he was moved to a cell room. The cot was'nt as comfortable but he was given privacy and good food every day between the promise and the final step into his new home. He had time to sleep, time to think. And time to cry and get over the pain of losing those he love. He could not get his revenge, he could not be given solace. It was as if thrown aside and left to be dealt with in some way. As he was alone he had time to understand what he was. Indeed he was now and forever will be a Werewolf.

His changing was simple to do and easy to form back, he was stronger,faster and had higher senses.

As the final day came for him to move in with Ally and Arthur he wondered how the two faired so far.

I smiled and got out of the car with Arthur. His unease hadn't changed a bit but it still was alright. I walked into the room where Marcus was waiting and pulled him into an acquired hug. "You alright?" I asked him as I let some of my maternal instincts kick in.

It was somewhat relaxing to get a comforting hug in gentle arms. Trying my best to smile and act somewhat happy and at ease. "I'm ok..How you and Arthur doing?" I asked as we left the cell behind and made our way to the parked family car in the driveway. I felt awkward somewhat. She would be my new mother, and Arthur my father. Yet they were only a few year's older then me. It was odd to say the least. "So, what are we doing today?" I asked quietly as we got into the car.

"Getting you settled in," I said. "Then we're going to the lawn firm to have you signs some papers recognizing us as your temporary guardians." I smiled as I took Arthur's hand as we went to the car. "You also need to look over your parent's will too." I sighed. "Today is business. Tomorrow we'll try something else."

I nodded as I greeted Arthur after buckling into my seat. "Hey Arthur, doing ok?" I asked with a grin. I always jabbed at Arthur, to me he was a big softy towards Ally. As they drove about town, first top the Law Firm signing my papers and now being in custody to Arthur and Ally. The second was something more eventful, receiving his parents letter and his sisters.

slowly i grasped in my hands my parents letter. Taking the first letter from the lawyer and sat down alone to read.


Dear Marcus

If your are reading this, then both myself and your mother are dead. Your probably all grown up now or at some point in your life there was an accident that has taken us from you. If the case changes, then I will tell you the truth about us. About the entire family. We are not normal people, or family has been in servace of a job that many could not comprehend. We are known as Hunter's, we gave up this job when Jenna was born and she had taken up the name of Hunter for our family. Our job's were to hunt down the dark creature's of this world, namely Vampire and Lycans. You know what these are, you've read books and watched films about them. They are real my Son. Hopefully you will not have to deal with them in your life but this is a warning to you, do not go out at night alone, always carry a weapon with you. Be safe, we love you.

The lawyer who is giving you this letter will fund you or the people you live with now. Stay safe, and please remember we love you Marcus.

I grunted as I laid back in the chair and looked across the room as the lawyer told both Ally and Arther the rather large sum of 20 million dollars was soon going to be brought into their bank accounts.

Mom, Dad, you gave me a new life. But this life isn't as pleasant. Sis? I had the second letter, it was from my sister Jenna. On the envelop was a mark. A strange symbol of sorts that broke off after opening the letter. "What have you been doing sis?" I mumbled under my breath.

Hey little bro

If your reading this, i'm dead. Not a surprise to you if you got this letter, hopefully you opened mom and dad's letter. Your getting this encase they upped and kicked the bucket after me. Hopefully they told you about our family history. We've been known as the hunters of the undead and mythical creatures of this world. Luckily this ends with you, I was supposed to carry on the name. If I died then it stops with me. So you don't have to worry about being a killer hiding in the darkness.

Hope you live longer then me bro, I love you and keep yourself out of trouble.

"What do they say?" I asked Marcus. His face was changing as he read. I couldn't tell what it was that he was reading but it was giving him a strong reaction that was for sure.

I jumped slightly when asked how the letters read out. Shaking my head and slipped the letters back into my poket. I had to keep this secret for the rest of my life. "Just some personal words of love and what not." I looked to the lawyer who then handed them paperwork. "You guy's are getting a bit of money from the will." I mumbled as I began to walk away from everyone, to think. I was the thing that my family hunted down and killed. How many Hunter's were out in the world? The thought brought shivers down my spine.