Date: Sun, 18 Apr 2021 09:39:30 -0400 From: Just Forfun Subject: New Reality 6 This is my first story, so your input is extremely welcome. Email me at jst4fun2nyt@gmail.com and tell me what you like, what you don't like, and even where I mess up continuity or details. There will be sex, but it will be tame compared to some stories. The story is fiction, and any similarities to people, living or dead, is purely coincidence. STDs and Corona don't exist in my fantasy world, so they don't use protection. You should use protection, always!!! Many of my characters are underage, and they will be having sex. If that offends you, find another story. If reading this is illegal where you live, don't break the law! DONATE to NIFTY so you can continue to hate me for any cliffhangers. https://donate.nifty.org/ Sorry this chapter is so short, but I hope you'll understand why I stopped where I did. I love a good cliffhanger. ****************************************************************************** We got home and I ran to change my clothes. I kissed both my sons and met Scott and Billy in the kitchen. Jack was there but Mary wasn't back yet. I explained the whole thing to Jack and asked if he'd help me. He said the two best people to help me were Dad and Scott, my maker and my mate. Jack did force me to drink a glass of blood, then he said something that shocked me, but even more shocking was when Scott agreed. So, I sent a text to anyone that might be on the grounds asking them to stay at the house. Jack said this was for their safety because if my beast got totally out of control, I might kill them. Scott could control me because my beast would never harm my mate, but anyone else that crossed my path was at risk. Then, we went in the garage and stripped naked and went for a walk in the fields. Walking around naked was actually nice, if I wasn't out here training to kill my son. It seemed like we were wandering with no goal until we found a flat boulder. Scott stopped walking and told me to sit on it. The sun had warmed the rock and it was almost hot on my bare skin. He stood facing me and took my hands. I was thinking he was taking a romantic break when he suddenly shifted. His eyes turned ruby red, his canines dropped half an inch and got sharp, and his fingernails suddenly grew an inch and were razor sharp. He stood there waiting for me to react but unlike the first time, I knew what he was and other than the suddenness, this didn't shock me. What shocked me was when he took his thumbnail and drove it through my palm. I tried to pull my hand away from the sudden pain but he held me tighter and twisted his thumb, adding to my pain. I could see the tears in his eyes as he took hold of my other wrist and twisted until I thought the bone was breaking. I cried out but he still didn't seem satisfied. I saw his body shudder and his fangs got longer, his fingers grew longer and curved and I felt his thumbnail growing into my hand. I was still stunned at what was happening but it seemed he wasn't getting what he wanted. Then he snarled at me, a gut wrenching 'I'm going to rip you to shreds' snarl that sent my heart racing, my body reacting in a fight or flight and filling me with adrenaline. This is what he had been waiting for because I felt my fangs extend, I felt my fingernails growing into claws, and the world suddenly seemed sharper, more in focus, more detailed. Scott looked at me shocked as I scrambled up onto the rock and snarled at him. I felt an overpowering urge to rip him apart. Part of me was screaming how dare he hurt me, I'm the ultimate predator, we need to eliminate the threat, but another part was screaming mate, love, life, protect. These thoughts calmed my beast and as I heard mate, love, life, protect over and over again my fangs shortened and my nails retracted. I wasn't human, but I wasn't totally the beast either, and I could focus, I could think, I could talk? "Scott?" so it sounded horrible, like talking with those stupid fake fangs but worse. "I'm here babe." "Is this controlling it?" "Not yet babe but it's a start." "Did my beast take control at first?" "No Greg, you never let him all the way out. What did you think to come back to where you are?" "Mate, love, life, protect..." "That's it babe, you love with all your heart. You protect those you love. I am your mate, there is no doubt. And life, you love and protect life above everything else. Those are your core values, and everything you do is based on those. Hold on to those and you won't let the beast take control." "I'm scared Scotty..." "Of what babe?" "I'm scared I'll kill Charlie." "And that's why you won't. You're scared because you know you could fail to protect him, fail to respect his life, and by doing that, fail to love him, but ya know what babe? Those are why you won't hurt him, you won't kill him. But right now, we need to work, and work takes pain. FOCUS babe, don't let the beast out any more, not at all, OK?" "OK hon, I'll try." And he suddenly lunged at my throat. My beast screamed at me to defend myself, to attack, to kill the threat, but all I could hear was mate, love, life, protect. "Good babe, real good. Now, push him all the way down. Don't push him away, he's part of you and you need him, but push him somewhere you can find him in the dark, in the forest, when your mate needs protected, when your son needs loved. That's it babe, push him all the way back." I felt my fangs shrinking, my fingernails returning to normal. I ran my tongue across my teeth and they were my teeth. I looked around and everything was slightly fuzzy, not quite focused, then I realized this was my normal vision. It felt like it took me 15 minutes to push the beast back but as I watched, Scott's fangs just seemed to vanish and his eyes just went out, in the blink of an eye. Then he grabbed me and held me. "You did good babe, you did really good. Are you tired?" "No, not really, why?" "The adrenaline, sometimes when it goes away you suddenly get tired and weak, until you're used to doing it." "I feel stronger." "Do you want to try again?" "Are you going to shove your thumb through my hand again?" "No babe, and I'm not going to attack you at all. I'm not going to shift, just you. Are you ready?" I nodded. He told me to remember how it felt, that rush, that sudden pulse into my blood, that feeling of being the ultimate predator. "Can you feel your heart speeding up just a touch? Your skin tingling as the blood flows to it, to feed your muscles for fight. Now, when I say, take a deep breath and hold it in, don't fight to hold it like a kid at the pool, just breath in and stop, and find where you pushed him. Look for him and find him. Do you see him? Do you know where you pushed him? I nodded again. OK babe, you see him, and you control him, so tell him how far he's coming out. I want you to close your eyes, take that breath and hold it, and tell him 'just my eyes, I just need to see the prey', then open your eyes." I took a few steadying breaths then found the beast and thought 'just the eyes' and on the next breath I held it and opened my eyes, and the world was that same sharp, clear focused world. I ran my tongue over my teeth and they were teeth. I looked at my hands and my nails were short and normal. Scott was looking at me with an odd expression again but said "Now push him back down, he's done his job and he can rest." So I did, and things went 'normal'. "I did it?" "You did it babe." "But I'm not there yet am I?" "No babe, now we hunt. We let him out to help us see, and to move faster, quieter, but we don't have a target so the energy for our weapons would be a waste, right?" "Right, bring out just what I need, when I need it... I get it." "Hunting is dangerous until you understand how to pick your targets. That's why we told everyone to stay home. I'm safe, I'm your mate, you'd kill yourself before you'd attack me while out of control. Your beast knows mine. To be honest, I'm surprised we haven't gotten all sexual because we're teasing our beasts with the mating bond and they want to finish it. When you changed, you wanted to bite me didn't you? To mark me so the world knows I'm yours?" "Just a flash, he was saying mate and I was saying mate. He meant for us to mate but I meant you're my mate, don't hurt you." "Exactly. Once we get to full on sex, our beasts will be screaming and at some point, we'll give in. I've seen Dad's mating mark, it's the only scar you'll ever have. But enough of that, we're going to hunt and we're not going to kill. It's going to be hard babe, after the chase the beast wants the kill. You might fail a few times, but they're only squirrels, or beavers, or deer. We hunt, catch, and release. No killing. You ready?" I took a deep breath and held it and thought 'eyes', and looked at my mate with incredible focus and clarity and nodded. I knew my eyes were bright red. "Now think 'scent', think 'track the prey'." So I did, and my nose was flooded with smells I couldn't identify. How do I know what's what? How do I pick the one to follow? "Your senses are overloaded, breath and let him think for you, let him decide and trust him. Imagine a squirrel, and you'll know which scent is the squirrel. Imagine a beaver and you'll track one. What do we track babe? Pick a target, I'll follow." I lifted my face to the air, imagined a squirrel playing in the leaves and suddenly I turned my head to the right, there... a squirrel... track him, stalk him... and I was off. I moved through the grass like a wolf, sprinting at times, stalking, sniffing, and then I saw him, I stalked to 10 feet of him and I pounced. I missed and he scrambled away, up a tree. "I said you'd fail babe, but you didn't really. Look how close to him you got, on your first try. Find me a rabbit, I want rabbit for dinner, get your mate a rabbit babe." I felt more senses turn to the beast, my hearing, my touch... I could hear the cars on the road a mile away, I could feel the grass moving in a breeze that wasn't there. My mate wanted rabbit for dinner, I had to get one. My beast pushed and I felt my nails grow just a bit and I took off. There was a rabbit off to my left and he was mine. I'm the predator, he's the prey and my mate wants him. I saw him and froze, not a move, not a twitch, don't scare him, wait...wait... and I pounced. He jumped to my right but I was quicker. My hands wrapped around him and my claws grew just enough to hold him. Don't kill him, not yet, he's for my mate, not for me. I turned and Scott was right there. I looked him in the eyes and reached out my offering. He took it, kissed me and smiled. Then he let his fangs out and fed. Just a taste, and held it out to me. "Now, feed. Don't kill him, just take a taste, and let him live. He's shared his life, now let him live." So I let my fangs grow, buried my face in him and took a deep draw, oh the taste, the energy, but life... let him live... so I pulled off, and set him down to run away. I sank to the ground and Scott knelt and held me. I had done it. I had controlled my beast, I had focused and used him. I had hunted, and I had the power of life and death, and had chosen life. I wasn't there yet, I still had a long way to go, but I knew I could do it. I looked into Scott's eyes and kissed him. I grabbed him and held him like never before and I felt what he meant, there was sexual power all through both of us but I controlled my beast and I needed to control this. Not because it was wrong, or unwelcome, but because I needed to control all my urges or I couldn't control any of them, so I held him. The sun had gone down and I hadn't even noticed, I was holding my mate and I was controlling my beast. Then I heard "Babe? We should go home now." "Why am I not cold?" "You mean you haven't noticed yet? Baby we don't feel cold until it's doing damage. Same with hot, don't you notice those nice warm cups of blood don't feel so hot? Put your hand in a flame you'll feel it, but touch a hot pan and it just feels warm." "If we're so strong, then how do all these vampires die? Jacks family, Davie's parents... I don't get it." "It's complicated but the simple answer is too much damage too fast. You're barefoot right now but you don't feel the rocks and thorns because you heal faster than the damage can cause pain, but cut an arm off and that big open wound hurts, and bleeds faster than you can heal. Combine a few, and you die." "OK, I get it. But yeah, let's go home hon, I need to see our sons." "I need to tell you something before we go back and you realize it... your first hunt, naked, you've lost a lot of your modesty. You're not going to go dancing naked in the streets, but we can walk home, walk in and you'll probably sit and chat with Aunt Mary and not even realize you're naked." "It makes sense. Billy grew up in a vampire house, he was fine with me showering while talking to him, but was shy at Tyler's. It wasn't the nakedness, it was the underwear." "Yup, and I know you texted Mary, that was sweet. But let's go home, I want a shower." "Let me lead. I need the practice." and I thought 'eyes' and I could see like the sun was high overhead. I led us back home. When I let my eyes roam the fields, I saw the deer half a mile away, I saw the flock of turkeys at the tree line. And I saw my family standing on the porch waiting for us. Scott was right, I was naked and I didn't care, I walked up and hugged Mary, then Jack, and everyone. Billy didn't flinch at all when I hugged him. Scott and I went to our room and showered. This time I let myself relax, and I quietly thanked Dad for inline water heaters because we would have long since drained a tank. I felt closer to Scott after our hunt, and my hands explored places I had never dared before. Unlike what I wanted after the hunt, this was slow, loving, gentle, and when we were done and washed off, we put on shorts and joined everyone in the family room. Even though it was late June, the evenings can be cool in northern PA and someone had built a fire. Everyone was doing something different. Jack and Tommy were playing chess, Leonard was looking at drawings that I assumed were my office, Aunt Mary had Charlie sleeping in her arms and Davie was asleep on the sofa beside her. Scott snuggled in by my side then Billy came over and wanted to sit in my lap and I couldn't say him no. Looking down into Billy's damp hair I understood what Dad meant when he said I amazed him. Billy was 7 years old and was halfway into puberty, and had the mind of a 20-year-old with the love of life that is only found in children. As I looked around the room, I realized that Jack had been wrong. Even with my beast fully released, there was no way I could ever harm any of these people, my family. For the first time in a while, I was at peace. I wasn't sad or mourning or elated or anything, just at peace. And of course, my phone rang. I had to shove the rat off me to get to it "Hey Dad, sorry I just got out of the shower... Scott took me hunting... I can control it mostly. I know I don't have it totally, but I can pick and choose my senses... I'm afraid to try, everyone's here... you're sure?... do I say... oh, yeah they are probably all listening huh?" And the whole room broke into embarrassed giggles. "OK, so I'm going to try it, does anyone want to move away?" no one moved so I took a deep breath and held it and thought 'protect' and my sight cleared, I heard the electricity humming in the wires, I could smell my family, I felt my fangs and I could see my claws on the phone, and I was still at peace. Everyone in the room was staring at me and I heard Dad say 'you are ready Greg, we are coming home.' Then I shocked everyone, including myself "No Dad, Scott and I need to do this alone. If it goes good or if it goes bad, it's on us. Tell me what to do, and we'll do it. Can we both drain him together?" I stuck my phone in my pocket. I didn't need to hold it by my ear, I could hear it. I stood and pulled Scott to his feet then turned and reached down to take Charlie from Mary. She kissed him and handed him up to me. I held him in one arm and my mate held my other hand as we walked to our room. Scott closed the door and I laid Charlie on the bed, he was still sleeping peacefully. I peeled my shorts and underwear off. Scott did the same and we stood there naked. I picked up my phone and told Dad we understood and he would hear from us in the morning. I quickly called George to tell him we were doing it and asked him to get rid of all records of Janet Johnson. Then I turned my phone off and Scott did the same. We kissed and held each other with tears in our eyes, then we turned to Charlie. We both slowly undressed him, removed his diaper. It may seem dumb but when babies are made, the parents are usually naked so we felt we needed to be naked. When babies are made their parents kissed and caressed, so we had kissed. And when babies are born, they're born naked, and so our son would come into our world naked. We lay on the bed with Charlie between us and we leaned over him and kissed one last time, our tears dripping onto his chest. When the kiss broke, we both let our beast out just enough to let our fangs drop, we each took an arm and we bit into the soft inside of his elbow. Our angel never made a sound as his fathers sucked the blood from his body. As his heart slowed, we slowed then Scott released and I felt Charlie's last quiet heartbeat, then silence...