1 Chapter 1: Memories

Chapter 1: Memories

It's been around 5 years that I found out our world had another side,

And 3 trying to find the leeches that killed my parents.

When I was 12, I remembered a pale white man with eyes red as blood moved into our small town. Almost immediately he garnered attention but after his explanation that he was suffering from some select albinism, the townsfolk seemed to have lost interest. You see, our town didn't really have a proper doctor so they were uneducated with everything but the common cough and cold.

Weirdly though, my parents were immediately on guard and on edge when they saw the man after I told them about his weird appearance when I went to go run an errand for my mom after hearing the gossip from the the next door grandma.

The next day however, things got weirder.

I started to experience an intense fever and the bones in my body felt like it was breaking and building up super slowly. I obviously got scared and thought I was suffering from some disease so I went to my parents to take me to the doctor in the next city, but oddly my parents first gave a surprised, which quickly shifted to a complicated look. My dad looked at my mom, who after around 10 seconds she shook her head. My dad nodded then knelt down and touched my shoulders.

He asked me how I was feeling and I told him all of it, still thinking it was just a really high fever. My dad nodded and just went into a kitchen, only to come out shortly after carrying a cup of water. He told me to drink it and I did and what slid down my throat was ice cold, and I meant ICE cold water. The water was so cold I was surprised it hadn't turned to ice. It would have normally rattled my teeth and given me a brain freeze, but quite the contrary, it felt like any other cup of water having that refreshing taste like you've drunken cold water on a hot day. I just shrugged my shoulders and credited it to the high fever and everything would be fine after I had a good nights rest.

Oh how wrong I was.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned months. Instead of the fever going down, it started to get worse and worse until I was practically bed ridden and couldn't leave the house. I begged my parents to get me some medicine or get me to see the doctor, but they kept on refusing continuously saying that the fever will get better. I remember getting so angry that I locked myself in my room.

I just ignored them when they tried to talk to me and I could hear my mother sobbing when I didn't come down for dinner. Our family was in the roughest state that I could remember.

That changed however after 1 night.

I still remember that night like it was yesterday.

I walked downstairs that night so I could get a midnight snack considering I still was on strike with family dinners. It was like every other night where I struggled to get down the stairs considering my fever and excruciating body pain. After getting my nightly snack that consisted of cookies and milk, I noticed that the front door was open.

You see, my parents never told me but I knew that once every month, both my mom and dad went out and came back dirty the next morning. When I first found out, I thought, being the child I was, they were playing in the mud and didn't invite me. As I grew older however, those thoughts started to become more naughty. Especially after the sex ed class my parents thought me as it was mandatory to teach even being home schooled.

Oh did I mention being home schooled? Well now you know, back to the story.

When I saw the open door, I knew they were out again, and weirdly enough I wanted to know what they were doing. If they were doing the naughty naughty, then I would just treated as a cursed memory and hopefully lock it away for eternity. If they were just messing around to deal with stress then I would just walk away. So, I started to put on my jacket and walked outside, following the faint footprints that led into the forest.

It just snowed there in Woodsville, Alberta. As I trudged through the snow, following the scrambled footprints of my parents, I looked to the sky and remembering that the moon looked exceptionally beautiful that night, shining in its full lustre, it's rays making the snow sparkle with the forest backdrop. I was dazed at the sight, but then shook it off as I continued to follow the footprints.

As I walked, I remembered thinking all that I've experienced and suffered must have been for a good reason. I mean, what parent doesn't want the well being for their children? Maybe, when I find them, I'll ask why they're not taking me to the hospital for my fever.

After I struggled manoeuvring through the snow coupled with my fever and body pain, I finally made it to a clearing where I could here some voices. I moved the branch that was in the way and finally saw my parents. I was about to say hello but then, I saw something that rocked my world forever.

My mother looked at the moon and she started to grow. Her clothes started to stretch out as hair the same colour as the one on her head started to grow all over her body. Her clothes eventually gave way and ripped apart, revealing a hulking hairy body that easily went over 8ft. Her nails and teeth started to elongate and sharpen, glistening in the moonlight with a beautiful but bloody and dangerous sparkle. Her head and ears started to meli gate as well giving her more lupine features. And finally, what really completed the transformation was that her chocolate brown eyes turned into bright blue one that could stare into your soul.

After her transformation. My mother… no, the monster stood up, almost ape like with its knuckles on the ground using it for support. It leaned its head back and gave a thunderous howl that rattled the branches and my eardrums alike.

I was frozen.

My brain couldn't comprehend what was the thing in front of me. Next thing I knew, the monster was looking at me with its bright, glowing blue eyes with almost a palpable hunger in them. My father, who seemed so nonchalant that her wife became a hulking beast, noticed where it was looking and when he spotted me, his eyes widened. Next thing I knew was that the beast, which I found out later was a werewolf, came lunging at me, it's mouth salivating as if it wasn't looking at its child but a piece of meat.

I wanted to run, but the body pains started coming back and rooted me to the ground. Next thing I remember from that night was the beast biting my shoulder, my dad shouting my name and him transforming into a bigger sized normal wolf, and the moon, which started to seem even more beautiful after that night.

Two nights later and I found myself waking up in my bedroom with an unbearable dizziness and my shoulder fiery hot from pain. Seeming to have heard me, my parents barged their way in my room and the first thing that came to my sight and eventual embrace was my mother who hugged me so tight and sobbed on my shoulder, saying she was sorry over and over again. Her hug felt like a vice but I managed through and tried to comfort my mother. My dad was at the doorway just giving a revealed smile.

After the sob fest was over, we immediately talked about what I saw that night. Apparently, the supernatural existed, meaning vampires, werewolves, and other creatures of myth and stories were real. I didn't have a hard time believing it cause truth be told, I was a supernatural nerd myself and was just giddy with excitement.

After explaining to me about the other side of our world, my parents told me what they were. My mother was a werewolf while my dad was a shifter. I asked them what was the difference as I saw them both turn into wolf like creatures and they explained it was the process of turning. Werewolves, or the Children of the moon how some people call it, were bloodthirsty beasts that crave for blood and could only transform under the full moon. They are the species that most resemble the werewolves from the movies minus the silver weakness, which was apparently made up by humans to feel like they had a chance. They lose all rationality when transformed and rarely move in groups. As they can't breed in animal forms or pass the gene, the only way to continue their species is to infect them with a bite like a vampire. My mom, when younger was bitten by a stray werewolf in the forest and ran away to protect her family. From what I had seen the other night, I could see why. She explained that her and my dads nightly excursions were done to hunt for animal blood as she needed blood once a month to survive.

My dad on the other hand was what was commonly referred to in their world as a shifter. You see, my dad was Native American and he explained his tribes legends about spirit warriors and the cold ones.

Sometimes when I think about him, I try to remember the stories he tells me to never forget about him. Anyway back to the story.

They behaved like normal wolves with a pack mentality and the shifter gene was inheritable and can only be triggered when a cold one, or vampire come in the area. They explained to me that what was happening to me was the first process of phasing, the process of preparing my body into turning a wolf.

Honestly, I remember being super excited when I found out there was more then meets the eye in this world. I was always a sucker for anything supernatural so finding out my parents are monsters and one my most favourite monsters, life couldn't be better.

So, after that conversation, our relationship mended and became stronger before. We shared all our concerns with each other and my parents were understanding that the first phase was new and scary to the unknown so they really took care of me, especially after I got bitten by mom, they didn't know how the werewolf venom would react to the phasing. Like that we went on for a year, and honestly, I thought we would be a great family forever.

How wrong I was.

You remember that vampire that moved into town? He, over the 1 year he has been hear was a nice person to the townsfolk and was very popular with the ladies. Of course my family, and now me included, were wary of him as his eyes were red, which I now knew that he drank human blood, compared to golden eye vampires who drank animal blood. Besides the point, my family never got too close to him, meaning if he was outside, we were inside, not wanting him to find out what we were due to his smell.

It was night that time with the full moon out and my mom and I were out in the forest so she could have their monthly release. My dad was out patrolling the area in his wolf form so no unforeseen circumstances would happen during the night. The wolf side in my mom has seemed to grow accustomed to me after that night so I was allowed to tag along. After a while, the moon uncovered from the clouds and the same scene that happened that night unfurled before my eyes. Minutes later the hulking beast loomed over the ground, glancing at me for some time before just walking around the area. We suddenly heard rustling in the bushes and we just thought it was my dad. I moved forward to try and greet him but my mom started to growl at the sound, seemingly to find it unfamiliar than who she was used to. She was ready to pounce with her five fingers dug into the ground, claws out, ready to lash out at the intruder. I started to back up too, rocks in my hand hoping it would do some damage whatever it was that that was making the sound.

What came out of the bushes though was the worst memory I've experienced to date.

It was my dad, in his wolf form, all bloodied up with one eye scratched up, limping as he made his way towards us. He looked at us and growled at us to run but before he could finish, a blur made its way toward him, and tossed my dad away like some shoe rag. My mother growled even more fiercely when she saw that happen and looked at the perpetrator. It was the vampire that came into town with two more people, clearly vampires but were more frenzied.

I was in shock. I couldn't move from that place as I watched the eventual battle unfold as the two frenzied ones tried to hold my mom down while the familiar one aimed a stroke to her head. My mom just shook them off and continued rampaging as she tried to hit one of them but they kept dodging. That's when one of the vampires, the one that lived into town, spotted me and made his way towards me. As I was frozen in shock, just waiting for the pale man to rip my throat out, my dad jumped out and pinned the leech down. My dad looked at me for a second, and I could some how heat him in my head as he told me to head to Forks Washington where my supposed uncle lived. Then he yelled me to run as far as I can and never look back.

I wanted to reject his order and stay and help, how stupid of me, but before I could say it he growled menacingly and told me to leave now. Like that I turned around and bolted to the forests behind me not looking back.

As I ran, I remember all the emotions that clouded my mind, sadness, fear, helpless, but the one that dominated my mind was rage. The rage that the vampires attacked my family. The rage that I couldn't phase before the attack and help my parents. And the rage that it was me that essentially got my parents killed if I wasn't at the scene.

That rage started to diet burn my mind, then it felt like it was burning my body, as it got hotter and hotter where eventually steam was coming out of my pores. Something animalistic got control of me as it made its way out of my body and took form.

My second phase happened.

And I phased into a Child of the moon, a werewolf, in its truest sense.

After I phased, I passed out in the bushes. I woke up the next morning, finding myself naked and alone so I made my way to the battle site.

I saw my parents bodies littered on the ground next to each other and I felt my heart breaking looking at the site. I made my way towards them trembling hoping they weren't dead but my hope went to deaf ears. They were cold and lifeless, just like the 'things' that killed them and rage washed over me again but I took control of it. I couldn't find the vampires so it seemed like they escaped.

On that day, I swore revenge against the vampires and I would kill each and every one of them. I remembered my dad say I have relatives in Forks so that would be my final destination. First, it would be to take control of my powers and make them mine. So, I took my dad's motor cycle and drove, illegally of course, out of this small town and towards where the winds took me.

Like that 3 years passed with me training my powers and finding out vampires to hunt.

In regards to my powers, I was a werewolf who could shift like shifter without the aid of the full moon. I was also fully sane in that form and carried all the perks a werewolf had like enhanced strength, speed and senses while it being toned down in my human form. I could also partially shift like bring out claws and teeth and stuff while my eyes glowed a strange red colour. I also had a rare gift that I later found out from a friendly old vegetarian vampire are powers given to blood drinkers rarely and I called it spiritual pressure, as I could dominate over people with a weird pressure that extended out of me. For my diet, because I was technically a mixture of a shifter and a werewolf, I fed off of blood and human food alike, though blood tended to make me stronger and more full compared to human food but beggars couldn't be choosers.

As for the vampire hunting, in my time in the forest and the streets, I hunted red eyed vampires galore as well as some yellow eyed leeches if they pissed me off. From my hunting, I managed to find out they were all under one super group called the Volturi and it was one of their royal members that put a hunting order on my kind and eventually branching off to shifter kind as well. Well, the Volturi eventually noticed my actions as they sent hunters but I killed them all the same with my super strength and speed l, which all werewolves had but limited by their loss of sanity. I couldn't care less of the extermination order of my kind as I've never met another of my kind as of yet, but I did care that it was that order that killed my parents when they smelled the wet dog smell apparently in them. The Volturi started sending more and more leeches to the point where I had to lay low for a year to avoid all the problems. It was at that time I met my friend Ben, who was a veg vamp as well. We had a rocky start at first but eventually formed into a friendship that I could be proud of, even though he was a leech. He like me also hated the Volturi for his own reasons but he couldn't do anything about it cause he was on his own without a coven which I found out what vamps called their groups and families.

So like that we hung around for a year when he eventually found his mate in Alaska where we stopped by. They were apparently the Denali's and when they found out I was a werewolf, they panicked but they eventually warmed up to me after staying there for a couple of weeks. When my friend found his mate among the coven leader Tanya, I joked saying he had an easy life living off a woman now and it was my time to go as well. He of course tried to persuade me not to but I knew I was an abnormality here among the vamps. Plus, seeing that my friend had found his soulmate made me think where was my imprint, if I had one. Whether they were human or supernatural. Would they accept me being a werewolf. These thoughts plagued my head and I just decided to shake it off while continuing with my goal to destroy the Royal who gave the extermination order as well as destroying the Volturi, with the occasional butchering of red eyes in the way.

Now here I am, driving my dads motorcycle on the road to Forks reminiscing about how shit my life turned out to be. Even though I'm a monster, there will always take be three things that will remain me grounded in this life if my monster side ever took hold. That is;

1. Destroy the Volturi and the Royal who have the order for my kind to perish.

2. My mom, Maria Swan, and my dad, Marcus Hale who gave their lives to save me.

3. And my name, Derek Hale, killer of vampires and the shifter Werewolf.

I thought of those things as I saw the welcome to Forks sign and drove in.

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A/N: Hey guys this chapter is more like a prologue of his life and what his goals are. If it's confusing cause it might be due to me writing this on a plane when I was severely lacking of sleep, I'll give a summery.

1. MC is an OC named Derek Hale. Has no relation with Teen wolf Derek Hale but will use his face for my character.

2. He hates the Volturi because it was them who ultimately gave the killing order for werewolves which got his family killed

3. He left his town at 13, had 3-4 years of training his powers and killing vamps. He is now 17 and returning to Forks.

4. He knows the existence of veg vamps and has made friends out of two of them, an oldish looking vamps (more like middle age) and Ben who looks around the same age as him. He is Tanya's mate.

5. This story is just a side project while I'm thinking about Fenris Wolf in House Stark. Don't be surprised if this novel releases faster cause I need to do a lot of research for a game of thrones fanfic where as I know Twilight a lot more in depth.

6. I hope you enjoy my story.