Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Both As Hateful As the Other ❯ What Kinda Shit Is This? ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter 3 By Loup Garou
To say that she had a temper would be an understatement.
Paola had a death grip on the edge of the wooden table they all sat at for dinner. Everything had gone quiet, all eyes on Paola and occasionally darting between Marco and his paling girlfriend, Schuyler.
Schuyler's eyes were riveted on the head of the table. Her eye wide and holding a slight spark of terror. Paola's fingers took on a clawed looked. The nails easily sinking into the hard wood, her fingers splintering it with light cracking sounds.
“I'm sorry mom; no, I haven't told her yet,” Marco's features were grim, but surprisingly, he didn't sound as terrified as Sky was feeling. He acted as if this was a normal occurrence. That growling noise deepened.
“You brought an unaware human to my table? Do you know what this means if she doesn't accept?!” The small woman actually looked more intimidating than a rabid dog hiding in an alley way.
But... Accept what? Sky's lips parted to ask just that, but she found not a word came out. Instead it was a gasp of air. Marco's eyes darted to her, but then focused on his mother. He had to do damage control, and he had to do it quick.
“She'll accept. I know it.”
“How?”
“Schuyler is a strong girl, and I believe she truly loves me.”
At this, said girl blushed crimson. All the while none of the other relatives said a word. Paola seemed to come a bit, and was considering some things. She leaned back into her chair. The damaged table remained unnoticed. All was silent, Sky was now in awe. The matriarch tapped her chin with a still finely pointed nail. Who knew what those things could shred. They looked far from human. In fact the woman's fingers were longer and thicker, larger than the hands Sky had ever seen on even the most burliest of guys.
“Marco, tell her now,” said his mother with a dead calm. She leaned back more as if preparing to watch a show. His family leaned a bit forward in their chairs, totally enraptured.
So confused and lost. They spoke about her as if she wasn't there. Marco was turning towards her, his face grim but determined. In his mind he knew how ugly it would get if she refused. With a deep breath he decided it was now or never...
“Sky, I don't know how to say this, but you gotta believe me when I say this... I'm... We're...werewolves,” the words lingered in the air like a pungent smell. Evident by the frown now crossing his girlfriend's face. This had to be a joke.
“Excuse me?” She glanced around quickly at the very serious faces staring at her. But this had to be a reality prank show. Fear Factor? Punk'd? Candid Camera? When was the host going to bust out of nowhere saying look at those cameras because you just got owned.
“This isn't very funny, Marco. What's going on?” Her voice took on a higher note that she got when nervous or alarmed. In this case it was both. God, did she actually date a complete nutter and didn't even know it?
“It's true, my dear. We are one of the oldest of the oldest,” Paola chimed,seemingly much calmer. All she got was a stare that suggested she had grown a third head.
“Sky, there's more,” Marco said from somewhere far away.
“What more?”
“Well, there's only two options for knowing this bit of information.”
“What are they?” There was a slight tremble in her voice.
“You can either become one of us,” Schuyler gasped, but this didn't pause Marco's explanation, “Or we... Have to kill you.” If any color was left in her face, it was certainly gone now. This doesn't make any sense! Well... It shouldn't make sense. Werewolves were something made to make kids piss their pants, that's it! You don't have dinner with them and you certainly don't date them.
And then there was that curling fear blooming in the pit of her stomach and wrapping itself tightly around her organs. Specifically her heart and lungs. She couldn't breath; her heart was trying to escape her chest; she was going from zero to sixty in three seconds and wasn't slowing down. Sweat began to form on her brow. Schuyler Allen was having a panic attack.
Everyone sitting at the table seemed much more predator now. Their skin was still human, but that didn't stop her skin from crawling. They could smell her fear, taste it on their tongues... It made them want to hunt. The poor prey was frightened. The saliva pooled in their mouthes. And yet... They waited. Waited for a definite reaction. A yes or a no... Tears, screaming, anger, revulsion, more disbelief. What they didn't expect was for the petite girl to practically fly out of her chair and down the hall to an unknown spot. Wow, by human standards she had been fast... But the poor thing didn't even know where she was going.
Paola was growling again. Angry that their dinner was ruined, angry at her son for his lack of thinking, angry that she might have to kill a bitch tonight. Just pure angry. It was the only sound besides the pounding of feet that slowly faded for a good few seconds.
“Sooo.... Can we eat her?” This came from Justin, who carried a lopsided grin on his face. The barest hit of fang showed. The whole table looked at him darkly, and the young boy knew to shut up.

“I'll go speak with her,” Marco began to slid his chair back and go search for his distraught lover.
“The time for talk is over. She's done,” Paola countered. “It's obvious she isn't going to accept this.”
“No! She just needs time! How would you feel if a secret this big was unloaded on you like it was no big deal?! How would you like to have your life threatened!?”
The matriarch narrowed her golden eyes at her eldest son. It was very rare that someone raised their voice to her. Showing her such disrespect could lead to severe punishment. Even the way he leaned forward as if try to intimidate her screamed challenge. Normally she wouldn't have it. Not for a second would she take such crap, and yet... She felt he was so upset because he truly loved that girlfriend of his. And her her heart, Paola wanted him to be happy. Her motherly side was winning. And the fact that he didn't back down only concreted her thoughts.
“My son, you will make a fine alpha one day, but today isn't the day,” she said calmly.
Seeing the error of his ways, Marco humbled himself and turned his gaze from her. “I'm sorry, mother. Forgive me,” his voice no longer help its edge.
“All is well, your point is made. Go speak with her while we wait here. Her life is sparred for now, but I warn you... This can't go on for long. Her side must be chosen soon. Everything depends on it.”
And with that, Marco left down the hall to find his love in the maze of a home.

This chapter is a bit shorter than the others, but the next will be a bit longer and have the stories first lemony goodness. Which will she choose? I dunno, you gotta keep reading! <33 Thanks for those who are following and thanks for the review!