Roarin (part 1)
by Jasmine P.
I hid quietly in the bushes. I looked at my prey: the chickens, pecking on the seeds the farmer dropped in the grass for them. Slowly and quietly I popped my fangs out. I stole a chicken once a week. Beside the fact that the farmer and his wife saw me once before. The farmer called the police once but couldn’t find a single clue as to where I’m hiding. The farmer’s wife gave out some of my features to the police. “Blond haired with light blue eyes, very dirty, black and red torn up clothes, long black cape.’’ She even said I look something like a vampire. Well at least she’s half right.
I’m a half vampire, half human. My father is a vampire, my mother a human. They say us half breeds will never survive, that we’re a waste. Well I guess I proved everyone wrong. I did the impossible: I survived. I wish to be with my family but I have to hide from her. At least that’s what my family said. So far the only family I have now is a black cat with yellow eyes with long thin eyelids. I named her Fear because one day a group of kids came along and saw her shadow then they ran away.
Suddenly, I saw a group of people up ahead, making their way in our direction. I gasped and almost lost the chicken. I dove for a bush, trying to keep still and quiet. I saw the men’s faces: they're definitely Bridget's henchmen. They’re getting close to my hideout. They continued to walk - they didn’t seem to notice me. I waited until I couldn’t see them any more. I dashed into the woods. I stopped at my secret hideout that looked like a cave of rocks that looks uninhabitable. Well inside a stream flows through there connecting to a river, and there are plenty of trees on the outside good for making a fire. A strawberry bush grew near by.
I pushed past the vines as if they were drapes. I heard a quiet “meow” as I came in. “It’s me, Fear,” I called to her. The black cat landed at my feet she stared at my face and I stared right back. The second thing she looked at was the dead chicken in my mouth. ‘’Not chicken again,’’ Fear said. I guess that what’s weird about my pet cat Fear: my mom’s ancestors are witches. My mom is kind of a witch herself, but she’s human. Mom can cast spells like witches and she can see the future. I guess that’s how Fear got the ability to talk. My mom probably cast a spell on Fear to get her to talk. I’d rather have her not because she’s kind of annoying when you get to know her.
I sat down on the cave’s dirt floor. I grabbed the chicken from my mouth. I slowly cut a hole through the chicken head from its neck. Blood splattered on the floor. The head of the chicken bounced to the ground. Fear held the chicken’s head in her paws and slid it from paw to paw as if it was a toy. “We need a fire,” I said to the cat. She ignored me.
“Go get the wood and start rubbing,” she said lazily. I sighed - it figures she left me with the job to get the wood.
I started to get up then I heard a loud BANG like a rifle trigger had been pulled. I instantly dropped to the floor. I began to crawl to Fear, who was as still as a statue. I heard the bushes shake. I finally found the ounce to pick myself off the ground. I ran and grabbed Fear and quickly ran to the darkest spot in my cave.
I didn’t look back - I just listened and stared at the wall. I can’t look at the sight. Please don’t tell me they found our secret hideout, I said to myself. I buried my face in Fear’s fur as I felt tears begin to fill my eyes. I held my breath and waited to hear men climbing through the entrance. But nothing happened. I heard an animal moan. I looked at the bush and saw a wolf was there. Blood shot through the wolf's left leg - the wolf fell to the ground. It tried to get up again but it fell right back down.
I slowly got up and quietly came over to the wolf. I looked at the cause of the wound - that could only be caused by a gunshot. I tried to touch the wound to feel how bad it was but the wolf growled at me. I tried again. This time the wolf opened its jaws aiming at my hand, my hand dodged the attack of the jaws. The wolf fell back to the floor. I need to heal this wolf but the healing tree is 3 blocks away, by the time I get there this wolf will die. Guess I don’t have a choice.
I bit my finger and felt blood running through my finger. I raised the finger I’d bitten above the wound. The wolf growled at me again but didn’t try to bite me again. My blood slowly dripped down to the wolf’s wound. The wolf moaned and its head fell to the ground. I saw steam arising from the wound and the bullet arose as the wound started from to close up. A few more drops fell from my finger onto the wound. I rose my hand and saw the wound from my hand starting to close up too.
I grabbed the bullet that arose from the wound of the wolf. I placed my hand under the wolf and tried to pick it up. The wolf felt like a thousand pounds as I lifted it up off the ground and carried it to my cave. I was about to step into the cave when Fear fell at my feet. I backed away. “Fear get out of the way!” I shouted at the cat.
“Forget it, Roarin. If you think I’m going to let you in with that thing you are most certainly wrong!” yelled Fear.
“If you don’t move I’m going to kick you out of the way!” I yelled at her. Fear hissed and her fur stood on up like she had just been hit by a lightning bolt. She pushed her paw down on the ground to prove she wasn’t moving and gave a low snarl. I kicked the cat in the face. Fear screeched and fell back. I watched her body spin around in a circle, quickly put her foot down to stop spinning around.
She got up and hissed at me. I put the wolf on the ground. I slowly came over to the hissing cat. I tapped her hose. She hissed again and tried to bit me. Next I grabbed the cat by the neck and pushed her to the cave wall. I began to squeeze the troublesome cat’s neck. I slowly heard her choking and her breath vanishing. “Now who's winning?” I asked her. “You are the choked the cat. I can’t hear you,” I teased.
“Y-you win,” the cat choked again. I released my grip on the cat, and she fell to the floor. She gasped for air. “Are you trying to kill me Roarin?!?” gasped the cat.
“No, just trying to get you out of the way.” I turned away not looking at her and pushed the wolf inside. Fear finally found the strength to get up again and walk towards me and the wolf.
“Roarin that thing will tear us limb from limb.”
“He won't do that,“ I told Fear.
“How do you know that it’s a boy?” asked Fear.
“Well one thing I know is that he doesn’t have what you have,” I said and pointed at her belly. Fear didn’t say a single word and her eyes stare blank into the world.
“So we have different features,” Fear said not looking me or the wolf.
“Believe me Fear: I know the difference of boy or a girl animal.
“So you do now the difference of an animal why the heck do I even care said Fear looking annoyed. “What’s the point of gender?” I asked.
“What do you mean what’s whole point of gender it tells what’s what,” answered Fear.
“Whatever,” I said.
“This wolf doesn’t even know what we’ve been through,” said Fear.
“So he doesn’t know our story but that doesn't mean we can’t keep him,” I said.
“Roarin, I would love to speak with you some more, but we need wood for the fire,” Fear said trying to change the subject.
“Why don’t you do it then if you want it done,” I told her.
“I don’t have hands, I have paws,” Fear said and held up her paw.
“Well I can’t just leave the wolf here,” I said.
“I’ll stay with the stupid wolf. You just get the firewood!” yelled Fear.
“Alright,” I said. I slowly creeped out of the cave. I grabbed the branches from healing tree. The tree's leaves were almost like magic. You rub the leaves together and place them on someone and then pull them off. It makes great firewood and can heal anything in a few days.
I dragged a gigantic branch to the cave. I dropped it in front of the wolf. I pulled the leaves off the branch. I rub the leaves together and put them on the wolf's wound.
“Look at where we are now, Roarin! This is all your father’s fault!” said Fear.
I turned to her. “Yeah it’s his fault. Yet he gave us another chance to live!” I told Fear.
“Just think about it, Roarin. If he married Lady Bridget we would be sitting in a nice warm castle, not out here fighting for our lives,” said Fear.
“Will you just shut up?!? Lady Bridget is a ridiculous excuse for a vampire.”
“Why don’t you tell our origin?”
“All right but you’ve heard it a million times.”
To be continued....