"I was born this way." he frowned. "I turned when I was twelve. Now you try to explain that to some kid on the street that woke up the next day covered in blood and unable to remember a damn thing but pain and screaming the night before."
"Werewolf bite is like venom. Most die. There are a few that are strong enough to handle the bite, but if they are not in a pack they are hunted down. My own species wants to eliminate any threat to finding us. So they kill the lone wolves."
"It’s pretty simple if you think about it." he shrugged. He was the lone wolf that was trying to hide from any other wolf he came across. Simple thing was he’d be killed if he was found and that was something he didn’t want as of yet.
"I can imagine." Andrew nodded. It couldn’t have been easy on him, living with a curse like this. "How did you even know what exactly was happening if you don’t remember what you do when you transform? How did you even figure out you were turning into a wolf? Most people wouldn’t believe it. They’d leave it to blackouts and psychological instability."
"I get it about the bite though. I was wondering, have you ever had someone to explain all this to you, or did you figure it out on your own? It sounds like a tough thing to accept. I know for sure in my first years, I had no idea what was really happening to me and what exactly I was capable of."
The circumstances surrounding Andrew’s transformation were rushed and at best blurry now after so long. He did remember Eloise though, the one who had bitten him. He’d loved the woman, before the humans had burned her alive. She hadn’t ever really had the time to explain to him what he had become before he’d had to flee. It had taken him years to figure out the extent of his own power and to find other vampires like him to explain the last details. He could only guess Cerberus hadn’t had this luxury, since he was on the run.
"Cry me a river."
"Yeah you are right. At lest I get to see the world. I mean I only stick around for a month so my trail won’t be picked up. Besides I really don’t want to die yet. Too much to do and all the time in the world to do it."
"So what, you go to one place, stay for a while, transform on the full moon, then run away? And you’ve never wanted to settle down and set some roots somewhere? I get it, it’s not easy. But it’s possible, I suppose. I do it, and I’ve done far more killing than you."
Tagged by: cerberusangelo (*cries softly* Somebody remembered me!)
Name: A horrible thing I don’t tell anyone.
Birthday: November 21st
Height: 5”4 *sobs*
Time zone: UTC-5
What time & date it is there: 11:43 PM, 6th of August 2014
What time & date it would be in Antarctica: Heck if I know? I mean, I could google it, but I’m lazy…
Average hours of sleep I get each night: Uh… Anywhere from 10 to 12 lmao, it’s summer! But usually, not more than 6.
RL OTP: Me and free wifi. Aha.
Other OTPs: Oooh, so many! I’m in too many fandoms for this question really. The main ones would be like Swan Queen or Captain Swan from OUAT, Merthur from Merlin, Ten/Rose from DW obviously, Klabekah from TVD, and Pepperony in Marvel. The ultimate OTP.
The last thing I Google’d was: My height from cm to feet xD
My most used phrase/s: “Fuck” “Nope” “Imbecile” I’m a very mean person, damn!
First word that comes to mind: Yeh.
What I last said to a family member: Good night to my mum, most likely.
One place that makes me happy and why: Libraries and huge cities. I just love books very much, and the library always makes me feel at peace and relaxed. And huge cities because I love the life in them. I love how the place is crowded so you’re never alone, but at the same time, everyone does their own thing and no one bothers you. It’s a form of being together… on your own.
How many blankets I sleep under: One. But it’s a warm and fuzzy one.
Favourite beverage: Arizona tea. Or caramel macchiatos.
The last movie I watched in the cinemas was: Guardians of the Galaxy with the mum and the sis.
Three things I can’t live without: Wifi, fast food, complaining about being fat.
Something I plan on learning: How do fucking deal with my life and be an adult.
A piece of advice for all my followers: TALK TO ME. It’s not advice, it’s an order. Like… Talk to me. I want to know you, precious people!
You all have to listen to this song: “Freaks” by the Hawk in Paris
My blog/s: this one and two other ones I won’t post here, because they’re kind of… private. I don’t really have a personal blog? I guess? I deleted my own one, now I’m no one.
Tagging: feistypantsprincess (that’s a double tag, honey), homeismyimpala because why not, chrissafford and bookbuyerreader because you need to talk to me. :O and anyone else who wants to do it, I suppose.
They’ll have to:
- Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.
- Answer that question.
"Hun? What do you mean?"
"Cry me a river."
"I have had some happy moments but you know I don’t want to fall in love with someone and know. Just know that I will live longer than them. They are mortal and I will not bite them. From my understanding female werewolves are a rare thing and if they can get past the bite then good for them, but most die after the first bite."
"Yeah. That I understand, really. Things do die too quickly around us. People leave. You know, we both probably will go mad over time. There’s no way to be eternal, I don’t think our minds are wired that way."
"Do what exactly? I just work for a month at a time. I get enough food for food and gas and a cheep motel." he shrugged. "I don’t need much in life. Enough to get by and fly under the radar." Cerberus shrugged.
"Like how do I transform?" he raised a brow. "I transform during the moon cycle. I have been known to transform in extreme anger outside the cycle but that is all I know of my own transformation. Maybe if control was there I could do it a turn of a dime, but not so much." He let out a long sigh, placing the bones down. "There are others like me but we are an extinct species. Possibly less than 30 of us left.
"I see." He nodded. Well, less than thirty did explain why he hadn’t encountered werewolves before between all the millions of people in this country alone. "So… How did it begin?"
"I mean, were you born like that or is there some way to turn people like vampires do? In fact, I suppose not. Otherwise you lot wouldn’t be on the path of extinction. Forget it, stupid question." Andrew waved it off with a flick of his wrist. "Alright, next. What was that deadly bite thing you mentioned?"
"Cry me a river."
"Then you make me not to want to love. Like I would make a good mate to a girl any way. She’d have to get past the fur and claws once a month."
"Its all I know. If I let happiness in then there will come a time and place that when I find it I will lose it. I will break and become a spoiled on that sliver of happiness and want and crave more. Then when it’s sucked dry I’ll slip."
"You forget women also turn into blood-thirsty creatures once a month."
"Do you really believe this? You shouldn’t be afraid of happiness. It’s a horrible thing to live without as much as a few happy moments. I do think everyone deserves a shot at being content with life, even us monsters. Don’t run from it."
"What is it that bad?"
"Cry me a river."
"Nine teen so yeah ‘round twenty." he shrugged. "Okay yeah but don’t you have like some off switch with emotions or something? Is there a way for you to drown the pain out?" he sighed. "I don’t want someone to love me. I’ll only devour their happiness and turn it to pain."
"It rarely lasts, you know. You give yourself away to someone just to lose them in the end."
"There’s no off switch. I may be dead, but I feel things just like you do. I feel pain and guilt and they eat away at me just like they would at anyone. Don’t let guilt be all you know though. It’s a fucked up way to live. You can’t forbid yourself all happiness."
"Try digging around in garbage dumpsters looking for spare scraps because you are too young to work or too scrawny a kid to do much else." he said between bites. His teeth crunched down on the bone, the wolf side of him happily gnawing and sucking at it for the last bit of it’s juice.
""Thanks for the meal. You have questions right? Go head and ask me." he reached for one of the drinks to down the food with. Gods only knew the last time he had some what hot food.
"And now? How do you do it?" He leaned forward on his arm. "Getting jobs that require no identity papers is hardly a way to make a living."
"Right. Questions. Just tell me about it, the werewolf thing. How does it work? Are there a lot of you, I mean… You’re the first one I’ve met, and I’ve been around for a long time. It’s odd."