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Raw fury
Chapter 5

Jennifer stood at the window until the vampire, Rakene, disappeared into the night. Feeling her legs give way underneath her. Jennifer fell onto the floor in despair.
Jasmine was dead.
Killed by a vampire, and Jennifer herself had almost been attacked by a werewolf. A few minutes ago there was so such thing as a werewolf or a vampire, it was all fantasy, but now it was real.
Jennifer curled up against the wall and cried. She cried because her friend was dead. She cried because she was afraid. She cried because it was silent and she was alone in the middle of the night.
She stopped crying abruptly. Why is she crying? She has to be a bit stronger than this! That werewolf could come back anytime.
The werewolf. Mr Kimper. How could it have happened? The vampire dude said he’d never seen a werewolf in a hundred years.
The werewolf!! Jennifer got up and unlocked her door. She had to find something to protect herself.
Gently descending the stairs, Jennifer groped for a tool cupboard and took out a torch. Flicking it on, Jennifer went into the kitchen. Finding the cutlery draw, she found a kitchen knife, and checked what it was made of. ‘stainless steel’ was engraved on the blade.
Jennifer bit her lip. She didn’t have any silver knives! But, she decided it would have to do, and took it upstairs into her room.
Once in her room, she rifled through her jewellery box and pulled out any silver looking rings, bracelets and necklaces inside. Most of them weren’t silver, just fake. But, finding a necklace and a ring that had to have silver in them, Jennifer put them on.
Going to a corner at the back of the room, Jennifer hid there, watching both the locked door and the window. Knife poised, Jennifer waited.

Rakene strode down the street, keeping in the shadow of the buildings, his thick leather boots as light as a feather on the pavement, even though he stride was heavy. He was musing over the girl, Jennifer, and how she would deal with a situation of a stray werewolf attack. He doubted teenager such as her would not be able to withstand one, since many his age has fallen to such a beast.
Rakene sniffed the air, and tried to taste it, but the mixture of the wet blood of Jasmine and the recent taste of Jennifer’s blood in the air was making it all the more harder. Not to mention the fact werewolf blood was clotty and musky, making it rather hard to distinct from the pair of other bloods he was sensing.
Rakene wondered where this werewolf had come from. He hadn’t seen one for a century, and they were thought to extinct.
Rakene halted in his stride. His family must be warned. Vampirekind would be even more considered if werewolves were converted to quickly, and humans would soon notice. Then it would back to terrible old days, when there had been a war between the superstitious and mankind. Vampire hunters and werewolf catchers were born at that time, children given silver penknives, taught to stay inside at night, and go to night creature-hunting school in the day.
Rakene growled. He would have to go warn his family. They were in danger if they were not told, and he would have to leave immediately to get there in time.
But many humans may die this night, including young women such as Jennifer, and children. There would be slaughter if he did not stop the werewolf. What if he caught it? Then he could bring it to his family, and interrogate it. Either this werewolf was the start of a new breed, or it was bitten by another, more powerful werewolf, that had gone into hiding.
Suddenly the smell of Jennifer’s blood increased. Rakene could tell her heart was beating faster. The werewolf must be near.
Rakene could feel her panic, could feel her fear, in the taste of her blood. Anymore of this and there may be bloodshed, and Rakene was late on his last feeding.
Whipped around so fast his cloak made a cutting noise through the air, Rakene sprinted back towards Jennifer’s house, intent on finding the beast.

Jennifer’s body was tensed up. She could hear the werewolf outside. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it was going to pop out of her chest any minute.
She held the knife close, clenching it so hard her knuckles were white. She was glancing fearfully from the window to the door. She was afraid.
The werewolf made particularly loud growl and she heard it crawl through the window downstairs. She heard its large paws pad up the staircase, growling low, sniffing the air.
She heard its paw tap her door. Then she saw one of its sharp claws go through the gap and slice the lock away. With another tap from its paw, it opened the door.
Jennifer tried not to scream, clenching her jaw down, teeth aching, and sat there, in the corner, watching the werewolf enter.
It padded in softly, surprising because of its bulk, its thick light brown hair wet from a bit of rain. Its muzzle was slightly bloody; it eyes small and bright yellow. The black slit of an iris flicked from the bed to the wardrobe, then suddenly straight to the shadowy corner where Jennifer sat.
It growled loudly and padded towards her, teeth bared, thick greyish saliva falling from between it teeth. Its pupils retracted into almost specs, giving it a crazed look. Its thick, black tongue lolled out of its mouth, and it cornered her.
Jennifer couldn’t scream. A thick lump had lodged itself into her throat, and she was sure she would suffocate. She was trembling under the gaze of the creature. A little voic said ‘run! Run for you life!’ another voice said ‘hit it! Throw the knife in its face!’
Jennifer finally did something. She slashed forward with the knife, just as the werewolf raised its paw. The knife cut the werewolf on the snout, and it barked angrily, shaking its muzzle.
With a look of fury, the werewolf lifted its paw and knocked Jennifer sideways, below the window sill. The knife fell out of her hand, and the werewolf knocked it away. With a finally roar, the werewolf lifted its paw again. Jennifer closed her eyes.
And felt a hand grab her. She looked up to see Rakene, perched on the window sill; teeth bared, eyes with a red glaze to them, hissing at the werewolf.
Jennifer was lifted to her feet, and she huddled away from the werewolf, back pressed against the wall next to the window.
Rakene bent slightly, then propelled himself from the window sill, knocking the werewolf to the floor.
They fought; talons and claws flying, fists punching and maws snapping, teeth and fangs bared in fury. Blood was shed, and furniture was knocked side.
Rakene punched the werewolf in the jaw, sending spittle and blood into the air, but did not see the paw grab his cloak and throw him to another side of the room. Rakene hit the wall and collapsed.
The werewolf bounded towards the window, where Jennifer stood. But before it leapt, it changed it direction ever so slightly, eyes on her, but the crazed look was gone. Jennifer watched in awe as the werewolf bounded out of the window, ignoring her completely.
Jennifer looked over at Rakene. He was getting to his feet, but his legs were shaking. A claw mark was on his face, and his knuckles were bruised. Splotches of blood stained his pale face.
He staggered to the window, then collapsed.
Jennifer looked at him.
Suddenly he looked at her, eyes completely red, and sharp. His teeth bared, and he smirked at her. Jennifer gulped.
Quickly Rakene advanced, crushing Jennifer into the wall, holding her hands away, and shredded the material of her collar to reveal her shoulder and neck.
With a smirk, Rakene leant forward.

Description
Raw fury
Chapter 5

Jennifer stood at the window until the vampire, Rakene, disappeared into the night. Feeling her legs give way underneath her. Jennifer fell onto the floor in despair.
Jasmine was dead.
Killed by a vampire, and Jennifer herself had almost been attacked by a werewolf. A few minutes ago there was so such thing as a werewolf or a vampire, it was all fantasy, but now it was real.
Jennifer curled up against the wall and cried. She cried because her friend was dead. She cried because she was afraid. She cried because it was silent and she was alone in the middle of the night.
She stopped crying abruptly. Why is she crying? She has to be a bit stronger than this! That werewolf could come back anytime.
The werewolf. Mr Kimper. How could it have happened? The vampire dude said he’d never seen a werewolf in a hundred years.
The werewolf!! Jennifer got up and unlocked her door. She had to find something to protect herself.
Gently descending the stairs, Jennifer groped for a tool cupboard and took out a torch. Flicking it on, Jennifer went into the kitchen. Finding the cutlery draw, she found a kitchen knife, and checked what it was made of. ‘stainless steel’ was engraved on the blade.
Jennifer bit her lip. She didn’t have any silver knives! But, she decided it would have to do, and took it upstairs into her room.
Once in her room, she rifled through her jewellery box and pulled out any silver looking rings, bracelets and necklaces inside. Most of them weren’t silver, just fake. But, finding a necklace and a ring that had to have silver in them, Jennifer put them on.
Going to a corner at the back of the room, Jennifer hid there, watching both the locked door and the window. Knife poised, Jennifer waited.

Rakene strode down the street, keeping in the shadow of the buildings, his thick leather boots as light as a feather on the pavement, even though he stride was heavy. He was musing over the girl, Jennifer, and how she would deal with a situation of a stray werewolf attack. He doubted teenager such as her would not be able to withstand one, since many his age has fallen to such a beast.
Rakene sniffed the air, and tried to taste it, but the mixture of the wet blood of Jasmine and the recent taste of Jennifer’s blood in the air was making it all the more harder. Not to mention the fact werewolf blood was clotty and musky, making it rather hard to distinct from the pair of other bloods he was sensing.
Rakene wondered where this werewolf had come from. He hadn’t seen one for a century, and they were thought to extinct.
Rakene halted in his stride. His family must be warned. Vampirekind would be even more considered if werewolves were converted to quickly, and humans would soon notice. Then it would back to terrible old days, when there had been a war between the superstitious and mankind. Vampire hunters and werewolf catchers were born at that time, children given silver penknives, taught to stay inside at night, and go to night creature-hunting school in the day.
Rakene growled. He would have to go warn his family. They were in danger if they were not told, and he would have to leave immediately to get there in time.
But many humans may die this night, including young women such as Jennifer, and children. There would be slaughter if he did not stop the werewolf. What if he caught it? Then he could bring it to his family, and interrogate it. Either this werewolf was the start of a new breed, or it was bitten by another, more powerful werewolf, that had gone into hiding.
Suddenly the smell of Jennifer’s blood increased. Rakene could tell her heart was beating faster. The werewolf must be near.
Rakene could feel her panic, could feel her fear, in the taste of her blood. Anymore of this and there may be bloodshed, and Rakene was late on his last feeding.
Whipped around so fast his cloak made a cutting noise through the air, Rakene sprinted back towards Jennifer’s house, intent on finding the beast.

Jennifer’s body was tensed up. She could hear the werewolf outside. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it was going to pop out of her chest any minute.
She held the knife close, clenching it so hard her knuckles were white. She was glancing fearfully from the window to the door. She was afraid.
The werewolf made particularly loud growl and she heard it crawl through the window downstairs. She heard its large paws pad up the staircase, growling low, sniffing the air.
She heard its paw tap her door. Then she saw one of its sharp claws go through the gap and slice the lock away. With another tap from its paw, it opened the door.
Jennifer tried not to scream, clenching her jaw down, teeth aching, and sat there, in the corner, watching the werewolf enter.
It padded in softly, surprising because of its bulk, its thick light brown hair wet from a bit of rain. Its muzzle was slightly bloody; it eyes small and bright yellow. The black slit of an iris flicked from the bed to the wardrobe, then suddenly straight to the shadowy corner where Jennifer sat.
It growled loudly and padded towards her, teeth bared, thick greyish saliva falling from between it teeth. Its pupils retracted into almost specs, giving it a crazed look. Its thick, black tongue lolled out of its mouth, and it cornered her.
Jennifer couldn’t scream. A thick lump had lodged itself into her throat, and she was sure she would suffocate. She was trembling under the gaze of the creature. A little voic said ‘run! Run for you life!’ another voice said ‘hit it! Throw the knife in its face!’
Jennifer finally did something. She slashed forward with the knife, just as the werewolf raised its paw. The knife cut the werewolf on the snout, and it barked angrily, shaking its muzzle.
With a look of fury, the werewolf lifted its paw and knocked Jennifer sideways, below the window sill. The knife fell out of her hand, and the werewolf knocked it away. With a finally roar, the werewolf lifted its paw again. Jennifer closed her eyes.
And felt a hand grab her. She looked up to see Rakene, perched on the window sill; teeth bared, eyes with a red glaze to them, hissing at the werewolf.
Jennifer was lifted to her feet, and she huddled away from the werewolf, back pressed against the wall next to the window.
Rakene bent slightly, then propelled himself from the window sill, knocking the werewolf to the floor.
They fought; talons and claws flying, fists punching and maws snapping, teeth and fangs bared in fury. Blood was shed, and furniture was knocked side.
Rakene punched the werewolf in the jaw, sending spittle and blood into the air, but did not see the paw grab his cloak and throw him to another side of the room. Rakene hit the wall and collapsed.
The werewolf bounded towards the window, where Jennifer stood. But before it leapt, it changed it direction ever so slightly, eyes on her, but the crazed look was gone. Jennifer watched in awe as the werewolf bounded out of the window, ignoring her completely.
Jennifer looked over at Rakene. He was getting to his feet, but his legs were shaking. A claw mark was on his face, and his knuckles were bruised. Splotches of blood stained his pale face.
He staggered to the window, then collapsed.
Jennifer looked at him.
Suddenly he looked at her, eyes completely red, and sharp. His teeth bared, and he smirked at her. Jennifer gulped.
Quickly Rakene advanced, crushing Jennifer into the wall, holding her hands away, and shredded the material of her collar to reveal her shoulder and neck.
With a smirk, Rakene leant forward.