My body feels as if it's on fire. I can see in the dark almost as if i'm in broad daylight but even better because i can identify every hair follicle in my skin. My fingernails feel as if they're being slowly storned out. My bones are changing for god knows for what reason. He's standing outside of my sisters' room from where i can smell something but i can't pinpoint what exactly it is.

"Jacob!." I Hear my mother scream. Dad comes running out of the room with a baseball bat but the guy shot him. The shotgun noise hurts my ears which infuriated me even more than what i already was.

"How dare you." My mom screamed as she lurched towards the man but he shot her too. Somehow I know that my mother is dead but for the moment i don't care because i'm fixated on killing this son-of-a-bitch. I lurched my body towards the guy.

I woke up in an unfamiliar room soaked to the bone with my own sweat and as I layed on the bed for a couple of seconds i remembered that i was in Uncle Adam's house. I got up and headed towards the bathroom outside of the hall.

"What do you mean it was him?" What's uncle Adam doing up at this hour? I washed my hands and opened the door only to find him talking to two people in the front door.

"The vamps confirmed it, they recognized his scent." One of the men looked like he worked as a carpenter but the other one seemed homeless.

"Why would he go for my sister?"

"There were three attacks near town and the only one of her kind was her and her children." The homeless man tapped to three different spots on a map sprawled on the floor.

"I think he's after the kid." Uncle Adam muttered to himself.

"He'll be fine if he doesn't do anything eye catching ." The carpenter sat down as he said this.

"I'm not sure he's one of our kind, he doesn't emit the pheromones." What are they talking about? Are they talking about me? I'm tempted to go down there and confront them but a floorboard creaked under my weight. The three men looked up at the top of the staircase at the same time almost reminding me of a pack of wild animals as i hid in the shadows.

" We'll talk later." The carpenter started to roll up the map before he and the homeless man left. I ranned towards my room before uncle Adam turns around and finds me listening to things. As i'm running towards my room i hear the front door shut close followed by the creaking floorboards going up the stairs, i silently closed the door to my room and jumped on my bed. I can still hear the floorboards creak under his weight as he walked towards my room and opened my door. My door creaked open but i think he is just watching me sleep from my door.

"Jake, I know you're not asleep." He is definitely not standing in the doorway. I sit up and found him standing at the foot of my bed. How in the world did he get in there without making a noise?

"What's up, uncle Adam?" I smiled innocently, something that always worked with my parents.

' I know you saw those men standing in the doorway." I know I can't lie to him because he knows that i saw them so i nod.

'What did you hear?' He sat down while drinking a beer that i hadn't notice he had in his hand before.

"Something about three murders near town.'

'And......' He urged me on.

'Someone blames it on mom and my sisters.'

'What else?' I shrugged my shoulders.

' I didn't hear anything else because I was heading back to bed.' The way the hallway light reflected into his eyes reminded me of a wild animal getting ready to attack any moment.

'Why were you up at this hour?'

'I had to go to the bathroom.' We sat in silence in the dark.

'Don't call me uncle. It annoys me." He ruffled my hair before saying goodnight and closed the door behind him. I laid in bed listening to the creaking floorboards echoing in the dark. The noise unsettled me but i don't know why? It sort of reminds me of that night in my room but other than creaking boards I can't remember anything.

'Jake.' I opened my eyes and saw uncle Adam walking by my room.

'Jacob.'I corrected him annoyed, how can't he remember my name?

'Yeah, whatever, Joseph.' He walked by my room again to go to his room.'Come on. We got somewhere to go?' I sat up in my bed and started putting on my clothes that i wore yesterday, mostly because they were the only ones that I had.

'Are you ready?' He asked me as i was halfway down the stairs.

'Yeah.' He finished drinking his beer and stuffed his phone in his pocket. I followed him out the front door and somehow i caught two different fragrances still hanging in the air.

'What's wrong?' He asked as he turned around to look at me glaring at the house.

'Nothing.' I don't know why but I'm getting angry at an inanimate object.

'Ok.' He walked towards his car and unlocked it, I got in and put on my seatbelt.

'Where are we going?' I ask still annoyed at my unreasonable anger.

'Going to grab a bite and see if i can sign you up into a school.' I nod as I laid my head back and closed my eyes.

'Come on, Mark.' He turned the engine off.

' Why do you call me every other name but my name?' I asked curiously.

' For no reason whatsoever.' He opened his door and got out. I took off my seatbelt and stepped out of the car to follow him into a building.

'Here.' He placed a tray of junk food on the table that i'm sitting on.

'Thanks' I grabbed a french frie and took a bite out of it.

'Do you want to go somewhere after we eat?' He asked as he sat down and grabbed a burger. The way he took a bite out of his burger reminded me of my mom and sisters, they were always hungry and when it came to meat they would take the biggest bites they could fit into their mouths.

' No.' I look down at my hands.

'What's gotten into you?' He asked as he put his burger down and swallowed what he already had in his mouth.

'Nothing.' I reply hoping that he wouldn't notice my teary eyes.

'Do you miss them?' I didn't respond to his question. 'I know the feeling, kid. It's really hard but you have to keep on going and i'm sure that's what they would wanted you to do.' I know that that's what they would want me to do, especially my mom.

'Have they buried them yet?'

'The FBI has their bodies to carry on with the investigation.' He took a sip of coke and spoke before i could open my mouth. 'Yeah, it's disrespectful but they wouldn't give me back their bodies no matter how many times i requested.'

'Do you now when are they going to give them back?' He shook his head.

'Hopefully soon.' I nodded as i dried my tears because honestly, what's the point of crying if they're never coming back.

I don't know why but i've been dreaming the same dream since three days ago and it's pissing me off, i don't want to keep waking up with my muscles aching and drenched in sweat. I got out of bed towards the bathroom and again the two men were talking to uncle Ben.

' Not a trace of him.' The homeless man spoke under a breath but i heard him loud and clear in my ears. I got the strongest urge to leap down the stairs and throw myself at them and feel their heart beats under my...I stumbled into the bathroom, every single part of my body hurts and burns. I want to scream. I opened my mouth to scream but all that comes out are my heavy breaths. What is going on with me. I accidentally knocked over a shaving cream can to the floor, the ricocheting noise hurt my ears and echoed loudly in my head. I groaned and even that sound along with the grinding of my teeth and my heart beats made my ears hurt to the point that i started clawing at my ear. And to make matters worse there was a deafening explosion right behind me and I still couldn't scream.

'Hey, hey, hey." Uncle Ben was whispering as low as ever but to me he sounded as if he was talking normally. He guided me out of the bathroom into the hallway and we just stayed there, me with my head on his chest as he petted my head. The beat of his heart was slower than mine and as we both sat in the darkness everything started to calm down. 'Everything is ok?' He whispered as he kept on petting my head as he wore an unsettled look on his face.

'What's happening to me?' I asked him as i looked at my fingernail or claws?

'Calm down first.'I nodded and laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. The only sound i heard were the fridge running, the cars in a five mile radius, their breathes and their heartbeats. I opened my eyes and looked at his aging face with growing stubs.

'When is your birthday?'

'Um, March 2'

'It was three days ago. Where do you want me to start?' His voice startled me.

'What's going on with me?' He banged his head against the wall.

'You're a werewolf.' I sit up to look at his face, Werewolves? How drunk are you?

'What's wrong with me?' He got on his feet and walked down the stairs, i would follow him but my legs are too weak to do that so I stay where i was until he came back.

'Give me your hand.' He grabbed my hand and slashed my palm with a jagged knife. 'Look at it.' He didn't turn the lights on but i guess that if he did i would end up blind. I stared at my bleeding wound and soon enough i see that it stops flowing. Ben handed me a towel and i took it to clean my wound but there was nothing in there and surely if it was a trick it wouldn't have hurt like that nor would the blood would have flowed like that.

' You got to be joking, uncle Adam.' I'm still looking at my now healed wound.

'Why do you think your mom and sisters loved meat? Especially animal hearts.' I shrugged my shoulders. 'Because the animal inside of them were hungry.'

'Did they kill those people?'

'I doubt it.' So many things rush into my mind to the point that I can't think straight. ' Is this the first time you turn?' I nod while i'm still trying to put things together. 'Damn.' He muttered under his breath but I got no idea why. 'This is what you're going to do tomorrow.'