Young Kids Today

At the half-time break for the show, I left to grab myself another drink and to stretch my legs a little. The theatre was as jam-packed as I knew it would have been. Not that I had been paying too much attention, but I knew my mate was not here tonight despite the crowds.

However, what I did smell was a few other werewolves, a few vampires - which you can tell by their life-less smell which very few can pick up on, and of course, a few other scents that I wasn’t too sure on. However, I assumed they were other supernatural beings. I prayed none were Hunters.

I heard an announcement shortly after the quick break that the show would resume soon, so I quickly made my way back to my balcony seating area. I looked out over the edge to the swarming mass below. That was when I felt something that made my skin crawl.

Someone was watching me. I scanned the area, but I saw nothing unusual. Had I imagined it? I furrowed my brows in deep thought, but the lights dimmed. The show was going to start up again. I sat back down, feeling a little uneasy for the first few moments, but eventually, the feeling faded away and I could enjoy the last of the show.

At the final curtain closed off the show, and the performers had done their bows. Everyone in the theatre made their approval known, including me. This had been my first live musical show, but I was already planning to come again but with my mother next time.

I had all but forgotten about the sensation of being watched, but as I was leaving the theatre and into the cool night air, I felt it again. This time my hazel gaze met with a small group of young men. They were werewolves, and I realised right away - they had been trying to intimidate me with a scent only our kind could smell.

I sighed out softly and leaned against the wall, but kept out of the way of other people trying to exit the theatre. I knew they wouldn’t start a fight in front of so many humans and other beings. It was like asking for Hunters to come to kill you.

“You’re all alone and in the wrong place,” the oldest said to me once they had surrounded me. He was probably about my age, while the other three were younger. I scanned each of them and could easily tell by their looks and scent that they were brothers.

I could easily take them all on if they wanted a fight, but I was not here for trouble so I kept my cool. These kids were just being rowdy, as young ones usually were at their age. Even I had my moments when I wanted to show off to some of the other werewolves.

After a moment of giving these kids time to say whatever they wanted to say, which wasn’t all that much - just more of the same: I folded my arms and eyed them with calm looks. I then said, “I am a tourist, nothing more, nothing less. If you want to fight, then you might wish to pick a better place. You cause trouble here, you’ll alert every Hunter in the area.”

The family group paused and glanced uneasily at one another. They realised I was right, which was a good thing. The older one glanced at his younger siblings and then scoffed at me. “You’re not worth it anyway,” he muttered, and the four left me alone with no further issues.

I sighed out of relief and glanced around. Few people had paid attention to the situation. They hopefully assumed we were just friends, or they had asked me for something. Either way, I knew it was safe for me to head off.

Then there was that skin-crawling feeling again. I glanced around. The kids were nowhere near me, and I furrowed my brows. I had assumed it had been them, but maybe I was wrong? I didn’t spot whoever it was and decided I would not stick around to find out what was going on.

I hastened towards the direction of my hotel, but the feeling seemed to follow me. I paused and pretended to look at my phone. So far those who had been going the same way as me had been human, just passing the same way. I felt uneasy. I couldn’t go to my hotel with someone stalking after me.

I crossed the road and headed to the park nearby. They would be closed now, but I could easily get over any fences that might block the way in. The feeling seemed to edge off a little, but it was still making me feel very uneasy. I paused outside of the park and took another glance around. I heard nothing and saw very little in the way of people.

Had I imagined it? Or maybe it was a vampire that mistook me for a human and was trying to manipulate me into being a midnight feast? If so, they would be disappointed. I waited for a moment to see if anyone showed up.

I could feel myself losing my nerves. This wasn’t the scent of werewolves trying to tell me this was their land and I wasn’t sure if it was vampires trying to get in my head, but with no one coming for me, I was on edge. Something was making me uneasy and whatever it was, could not have been good.

I knew if I hung around too long, my emotional state would break to where I would end up transforming. I wasn’t as bad as I used to be when I was a child - every little thing caused me to shift in various stages of transformation - sometimes; it was a full change. Other times it would just be my ears or a tail. It was my one flaw of being only half-blooded.

Either way, I couldn’t risk anyone seeing that happen. I slowly followed the wall of the park and headed towards the direction of my hotel, but not making it obvious where I was going. That’s when the feeling grew again and I paused. I was getting irritable now.

“Whoever you are, stop playing games and come out!” I called out with a low snarl. It took all of my training to not let any part of my body transform.

A few laughs from above caught my attention and my gaze shot upwards as I took a step back and took a defensive stance. My hazel gaze caught the eyes of several golden-eyed people. They weren’t werewolves, and yet; they were not vampires, either.

They seemed both familiar to me and yet not. I couldn’t place what they were, but they had been stalking and taunting me and I did not like that one bit!