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Wolves, Vampires, and Rooftop Yoga
Or the Trouble with Becoming a Hybrid
This is a story about a day in the life of a Vampire and Wolf same-sex couple.
Warning: Blood, Language, Adult Themes.
The smell of rain filled my nostrils, my body quaked while my head pounded. The rooftop seemed to sway though I knew it wasn’t. Why can’t I turn off that sound?! Where is it coming from? It sounds like heartbeats and smells like… copper pipe, blood-filled copper pipe. It’s been several days. I haven’t felt right since the attack three nights ago. I should have gone to the hospital but decided I’d go if I felt worse in the morning. Being a policeman can be an adventure, and that night brought excitement to an otherwise boring week. So, I wasn’t in a rush to get to the hospital. Let’s be honest, it was FUN. Being a wolf, I get bored a little sooner than my human counterparts; and getting attacked while on the roof of my building, though troublesome, brightened my night.
In my world there are mafia-level gangs that have an extreme meaning for the phrase “for life”. They recruit out of the dregs and when they find people who pass the muster, they turn them into vampires, that’s what “for life” means. The entire gang is nothing but vampires. Also in my world, some vampires are borne, and the rest are created. Now, the two who attacked me … what? Who am I?
I am Jonathan Julian Feymore, pleased to meet you. I’m the youngest of five. My fellow officers and friends call me Fey, and to my family I’m Jojo. Our police are different from yours. I’m County, and so is my fiancé. County relates to the size of your jurisdiction, an entire state in your world, not your duties. State police, my father, and most of my family- is equal to about three of your states in square miles. The designations of police are State, County, Local (tri-cities), and Coastal (coast-to-coast, your federal). Duties cover whatever you’re good at. I was Coastal before I became County. I got tired of never being near my family and a position opened up in County so I jumped on it.
Back to the two who attacked me. Marc and Crispin were created. They are part of a gang the police refer to as “The Hopes”. The name refers to the area of the city where police first became aware of them. Marc and Crispin are two of their “enforcers”, which means the way it sounds. When they attacked me on the roof of my building, it was from behind. They didn’t speak to me, and they didn’t use weapons. So, were they trying to distract me from seeing something/one or something else? I don’t know and other police are working to find that out. It is possible they acted alone because the leadership of their gang has changed 3 times in 7 months. That’s because they keep trying to recruit people who “don’t like to audition”. Which has caused a bit of a mess for them and everyone else, civilians included.
The door to the roof squeaks open. It’s Trevor, my fiancé and fellow County police officer. Dillon Ambrose Trevor, Dat to fellow police, Trev, Trevor, or Dill/y to me, was a stunning specimen of a vampire (borne). Standing 6'7", blonde hair and solid muscle. He’s beautiful. I gasped the first time I saw him. He told me it felt like electricity ran through his body when he saw me for the first time. I grinned and flirted in my usual way saying, “So, you run just this side of kinky, eh? How long you been into the wolf?” and giggled. But this evening, neither of us are laughing.
“You’re hunting!” he yells in my head as he stops short.
“Please don’t yell. I have a migraine. Wait... What?… What are you talking about?” all the snarkiness in my retort betrayed the pain in my head and body.
“How long have you felt like this?”
“Since the attack the other night, why?”
“You were bitten.”
“No…what?!”
“You were bitten.”
“But, Chris and Brien found no wounds.”
“Because it had healed.”, he sighed. “Was there blood on your clothes?”
“Of course. I was attacked.”
“Did you do laundry yet?”
Sigh, “No.”
“Great. Let me smell your shirt.”
I roll my eyes getting down off the roof edge and he follows me into the flat. I give him the shirt out of the laundry. He finds the scent of saliva on the back of the shoulder. “You need to feed.”, he says.
“Wait. Is there tearing or holes?”
“What?”
“Tearing or holes. Meaning the bite was on purpose. Otherwise, it could have happened as an accident during the fight. I’ll feel better if it was an accident.”
After inspecting my shirt, “Neither, maybe an accident, but I’ll talk to the others. Let me get you some blood.”
Privately, I vomit a little in the back of my throat and shudder but when he comes back with that bag of blood, I rip it from his hands and drink it down. The quaking in my body and the pounding in my head begin to subside. The scent wafting up from the blood bag excites me and I practically suck the bag dry. Embarrassed and abruptly feeling much worse, I tell Trevor he can take me to the hospital.
At the hospital, Trevor calls my parents and fellow officer Chris. Christapher Mortimer Gossamer, fellow County and a wolf/vamp hybrid for the last 50 years. Trevor was concerned about protecting the humans and felt Chris was a better choice than my father in case I needed to be tossed through a door or window. I fill my father, Chris, and Trev in on the details of my attack and all the concerns the police had about WHY I was attacked. For the last five days, I had been assigned up north as one of the snipers protecting the Governor. One of the concerns was that someone was making a move and now the police are worried about the other snipers.
When called into the ER, it turned out that I was not bitten enough to produce an entire transformation. Being a wolf, my healing should have kicked in, instead the healing was busy trying to fix or stop the transformation. My body was fighting becoming a hybrid. That’s why the migraine and body pain. I wasn’t healing. My right wrist was broken. Thanks for that Crispin. My left shoulder and shoulder blade were dislocated from me hitting Marc hard enough to get him off of me, so I could deal with Crispin. Since I wasn’t bitten enough for a full transformation, Trevor had to bite me again, and he was not happy. The bite during the attack was an accident, but now, to stop his future wife’s suffering, Trevor had to bite me with the intent to turn me. To say he was pissed was putting it mildly.
Transforming is peaceful, unless you have injuries, like a broken wrist, or two older brothers who want every single detail about everything NOW. After filling them in, they decide Stephen, the oldest, is going to talk to my police captain to find out what’s what. Joe, the second oldest, stayed. Joe wanted to know what I was doing up on the roof that night.
“Yoga. Don’t.. look at me like that. I was stiff and sore from doing nothing all week and wanted to get into a better mood before Trevor came home. So, I was going to do some sunset yoga. I was starting to stretch when a breeze hit me and I smelled smoke. I couldn’t tell where it was coming from and there was no plume. So I was checking along the edges of the roof trying to catch the scent of fire on the breeze again when they attacked me. I never saw them, so I don’t know where they came from.” Joe mumbled something under his breath and went to talk to Trevor.
The time for another bag of blood came and the Doctor called Trev in. Despite my initial aversion, again I grabbed the bag from Trevor’s hands and sucked it dry. After four more hours of monitored feeding and healing, I was finally released. In full health again, I marveled at the things I was now aware of being a hybrid. The sounds and smells from the city that I either never knew were there or never paid attention to. The sounds from the other flats in our building. Or the way Trevor smelled that excited me on a whole new level. All I could think about was getting him alone and what I wanted to do to him once we got there. But that story is for another time.
Thank you for spending time with me in my world.
© 2023 Delaney Patterson