2 Bitten

"Matty!" I calm the boy by grabbing him by the shoulders and using every bit of strength I can to keep him from breaking from the hold.

*Kem'pelShen*

I recite, the coercement spell in order to get him to follow my orders. My mind spinning at 300% as I try to think of the best plan of action.

Who would have thought that for years, doctors thought I was ADHD. The didn't understand the mind of a ….. The genius of geniuses, for years my intellect was fettered by drugs which I thought I needed. For others who could only think of one thing at a time, my mind allows me to be present and not at the same time, it's like multi-tasking if the multi-tasker was multi-tasking, multi-tasking.

'Now that's a tongue twister' I inwardly chuckle

Simply put, I can think of 300 scenarios at once and break it down into strengths and weaknesses within seconds.

*exaggeratio*

I chant, thereby enhancing my senses. I hear all the sounds of my surroundings, before focusing it to my two targets.

Firstly, I recognise the Sheriffs voice as he barks orders, as they search for the missing half of the body they found. And secondly, I smell the scent of a wet dog. A big one coming from the north.

'Found him'

I then order Matt, whose eyes have glazed over under the control of my spell and order him to make his way south towards my dad.

Well I guess, now it's time for the game to start.

Slowly I get back up to my feet and pat myself off. The dark woods surrounding, me is only lit by the bright moon in the sky. Why my teenage self was looking for excitement by searching for a dead body in the woods, know one knows. Seriously why didn't I just try and drink beer or go to parties in dingy environments like a normal teen?

My magically inflated senses soon pick up on movement near me. I hear and feel the paws of the creature come closer and closer. When suddenly, it whips into view. Humanoid in shape, save for it's digitigrade legs, it stands about 8 feet in height with a slight hunch, large muscle mass, covered in dark fur with it's facial structure of a wolf.

I recognize the form immediately and stare straight into his eyes as I smile, "Nice to meet you again, my sociopathic friend"

He howls one more time into the night, before charging towards me forcing me to the ground, as the newly made Alpha's teeth chomp through my side.

'Damn! This hurts more than Lacy's cooking' I comment internally, as I stifle the scream which tries to leave my body. If I were just an ordinary teen again, considering the life I had lived, I wouldn't be able to cope. But I'm not, I've lived for over 2 centuries, I've gone through worse before. While I say so, the pain is nothing mentally, but damn it's like my first time all over again. So even if I know how everything works, getting my body used to it is something else completely.

Wait a moment, since my body is still 16 years old. Does that mean …. I'M STILL A VIRGIN!?

Soon the pain begins to subside, even if his teeth are still in my flesh. God that hurt, and god I hope the bite takes, I could do with an extra boost in my physical abilities for the upcoming threats. This time around I can't have Matt becoming a werewolf, sure he could become a true alpha which is rare. But he was never able to be ruthless to his enemies.

He always see's the good in people, no matter how deep down it is.

Still I'd rather him and Jess make it out alive this time. I couldn't bear to lose him, it hurt… so much…it hurt…worse than any physical pain, I ever felt and will have felt.

Slowly I free my arm that's stuck underneath the werewolf.

This guy is a literal nut job on a good day, and now his not even in his right mind.

The wounds from the fire, had caused severe brain damage, and when you couple that with the fact that nearly all his family/pack died at the hands of a psychopath, his running on pure instinct.

He's an Alpha without a pack, so his making one by turning the first person he meets into his Beta.

This dude is about to go a mass murder spree, if I don't stop him.

His already brutally murdered his niece so that he can become the Alpha and get his revenge on the Artem.

In order to change the future, I need to first stop him from going on the mass murder spree he's destined to.

I need to convince him to use legal channels, we can force her accomplices to confess and in so doing catch her for her crimes.

The Hunters' will rock as these allegations comes to light. Grant will still come and seek to correct his family's failure.

He'll come for the bite except this time he won't get it and will die of cancer. His death will send his followers searching for a new King.

A role I will take as I help the council clean house.

Drake needs to stay Alpha.

There will be no Kanima, no slaughter of police.

Matty may never make first string but at least his future in-laws won't try to kill him either.

I'll be ready for the Alpha pack.

I'll be ready for the Oni.

I'll be ready for the Nogitsune.

I'll be ready for the Ghost Riders.

I'll be ready for the Van Hell-sing family.

I'll be ready for them all. ….And I'll kill them all!

I've had decades of training. Decades to explore the deepest depths of the supernatural. I've been to hell and back.

The Winchester boys can attest to that.

Drake, in his wolf form begins to calm down, and issues a muffled whine as he is released my from grasp.

I don't want him to freak out so I made no sudden moves.

The calmer he is around me, the faster our Pack bond will grow, to the point that each of us will have some measure of control over it, and that control will help me keep him in check until the physical damage to his brain is healed.

Not long thereafter he snaps, as if something is calling.

Drake once said that his nurse took him out on 'murderous walks' and would use a dog whistle to call him back.

She must be doing that now, seeing how his run off in the direction of the hospital.

I have a special fate for that bitch. Molesting patients is a big no no, and she's going to have to pay the price for that.

Struggling to stand, I press my hand to my side trying to control the bleeding as I start the long walk home.

It's been decades since I've been in Mystic Hills, so finding the correct direction takes me a couple of tries.

Thankfully I make it back home before dad does and am able to wash all the blood away, cleaning up the wound, I apply a simple dressing before I fall onto my bed as I recite a simple spell to clean all the evidence of injury.

The annoying thing about being bitten is the fever that comes along with it. It's seriously disorienting.

This must be how spider-man felt. I think as I fall asleep on my Batman bed sheets.