The Alpha Queen's Vengeful Return

Kevin's Point of View
 
I turned to Thomas and smiled. "How are youfeeling?"
"Like a walking corpse," Thomas replied, obviouslynot liking one bit of what I had him do.
"Do you have to lick that stuff after ghostwalking?" I asked him.
"Yeals. All Ghost Walkers get to lick this stuff untilour eyes look normal. How do they look right now?"
I shook my head. "Not good. Like you washed them withSabrina's blood."
"Yeah?"
"You never really told me about how you became a GhostWalker, Thomas."
"I thought I did."
"All you told me were just fragments. Like you wereveering from the real story and giving me bullcrap. You are not supposed tobullcrap me, Thomas. I am your Alpha."
"All I know is that ghost walking is in my blood. Myfather did something with us when we were much younger, and we developedstrange abnormalities that when used, it only made us become less of ourselves.My brothers, decided to use their new gifts to earn some money. Went to thehumans and began to work for the more powerful ones who had to money to pay.Yeah, they were doing well at first, but when the demand became too much andtheir bodies could not meet up anymore, they began to drain. And drain, and drain.To tell you the truth, it was some death wish."
"And here you are, alive and well, because you didn'tjoin them," I said, as I walked up to him, hands in my pockets."Well, I apologize for making you do such, but it was for the better. Nowwe know what they are after, we can make an example."
"An example? Thought you said that was for anothertime?"
I smiled. "Well, I lied."
"So, who are we killing next?" Thomas asked, as hegot to his feet, ready to spill blood.
 
Sabrina's Point of View
 
Outside the building in daylight, the old house lookeddifferent than it did at night. Honestly, it was less scarier in the cover ofdarkness. I was still wearing the shirt and trousers and my boots. I needed toget something that really looked like me.
"Tell me something, who built this place?" I askedhim.
Peter was back in his white suit but he had a black coatover it, face mask and a top hat. He was looking overdressed, but in anattractive way. "Oh, it used to be my house, and it looked better, butit's fallen into neglect and disrepair. I mean, no one would offer to renovatethe place even if you had money to pay."
I understood at once. "Where are we going?"
"Have you ever wondered what it is like to be withhumans?"
"Have I?" I asked back. "No."
"Why not?"
"Tweeds has always been my home. I never thought ofleaving."
"You should. There are a lot of things you could learnfrom them."
"Like evil?"
"Yeah, a lot of evil. It would interest you to knowthat some of our kind have been showing the humans what miracles their bodiescan perform, and they are getting heavily paid for their services."
"What? Werewolves are mingling with the humans?"
"Trust me, they make for fine company," he said.
I stopped walking. "How do you know all these? Ithought you were confined to this house."
"The humans don't know that I am cursed, Sabrina. Theyhave never seen the face of the cursed Lycan king anywhere before. To them, Iam just a normal person. And in their midst, I am free to be myself. You thinkgetting cheated out of your leadership and stabbed by your boyfriend ishorrible enough? You should try living alone for fifty years." He startedwalking off. When he got to the gates, he stopped and looked back at me."Are you coming?"
 
***
 
I had never come that way before. It was straight intocivilization. It scared me when I saw a lot of people and the moving vehicles.Had a lot of questions myself but I kept them for later. Better when we werealone. I would let him show me what it was he wanted to first.
He took me to a drinking place and we sat on stools andwaited for the barman to come give us something to drink.
"There is a place like this is Tweeds," I toldhim.
"There is a place like this everywhere," Peterreplied, and called out something I had never heard before to the barman. Thelatter nodded, fetched a bottle and two glass cups and poured us a shot each.
"Why are we drinking?" I asked.
"I don't know."
"So why are we here?"I demanded, my voice loudbecause the room was noisy.
"I have been studying the humans for some time now, andI have to say that they can be much more complicated than we are. It isn't justa day or two or even a week, it takes years to really understand what they areafter. And I have realized that we aren't any different from them." Hepaused to take a sip of his drink. I did the same, and almost coughed it out.
"This burns," I complained to him.
"It won't when you get used to it."
"You were saying?"
"Something is happening into this part of the countryand it is a lot worse than what you have going on in Tweeds."
"And what is happening here that is a lot worse thanback at home?"
"When you were growing up, what did you learn aboutyour powers?"
I leaned away from him a bit. "You mean about being awerewolf?"
"Yes."
I exhaled. "Well, we were told that we were special andno one had what we did, so we best protect it."
A chubby man staggered to the bar, and the body was so closeto me that I could smell the odor oozing from him. He barked at the barman andasked for another bottle. The silent barman promptly picked a bottle from theglass cabinet, and slid it to him. "That's your last for today,Henry."
"eff off, Spud, you're not my fadda," and he wavedthe bottle in the air as the patrons cheered at him.
"That's what you were taught. But that isn't what ishappening, Sabrina. Werewolves have found a way to transfer their powers tohuman beings."
"No, that is impossible."
"It isn't impossible because I have seen ithappen."
"You do have a way of seeing things, don't you?" Isaid.
"Is that a compliment or a condemnation?" heasked.
"More the latter."
"Well, you will believe me when you see it happen,right?"
"Yeah, I probably will."
"Alright, then. There is this night club where thewerewolves meet to do their dirty deeds. They take money from the humans andturn them to be like us. It is a lot of money because it is a lifetimedeal."
"And there I was thinking you had been cursed to liveout the rest of your days in a sad palace all alone," I taunted.
"Well, that only tells you that people are not what youmake them to be. You've experienced that recently."
I had, and the wound in my heart had not healed. Angered, Istood up without looking and walked into the man behind me. The drink in hiscup spilled all over my shirt.
"You effing piece of crap! You just spilled mydrink!"
"I'm.. I'm sorry," I mumbled. "Didn't seewhere I was going."
"Got your eyes at the back of your head no? Well, youcan pay me back. Just take off that wet shirt and pad my cock with it."
I looked at him. There was that selfish grin on his face,and something else. That of triumph. The small crowd behind him cheered. Theydidn't even see the wrong in what he was asking. I even heard someone said 'Getto it, princess'.
"Are you effing deaf? I said get on your..." henever got to finish his insult because he was suddenly the one kneeling, eyeswide in shock, and two hands clutching at his throat. No one seemed to havenoticed what had happened. Me as well. But I sooner realized that it was Peter,even though he had not gotten off his stool.
The man kneeling in front of me coughed out the rest of hiswindpipe.
Peter was at my side, pulling me towards the door. Once wegot out, the screams began.
 
***
 
"What did you do to him?" I asked as Peter broughtus to a corner that was hidden from sight.
"I hit him on the neck," he said.
"Why?" I demanded.
"You didn't see he was disrespecting you?" Peterasked. "Well, I did and I couldn't allow that."
"But you literally killed him," I criticized hisactions.
Peter Devonshire looked at me and said nothing. I knew itwas wrong, what he did, but there was this feeling of being protected. No onehad ever stood up for me that way, not even Kevin.
But a stranger had done it.
Crazy people wouldn't care about the welfare of others.
"Thank you," I said.
"Sure. Now, we wait for night then I prove what I wassaying to you."
"What are we going to be doing till then?" Iasked.
He looked at me from head to toe. "Getting yousomething better to wear."