Sam's Stories

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Wow, I haven't written any fics in a while. I'm sure that I'll be adding more fics over here, but for now I've just got this one.

Secret Admirer

Grimacing at the friendly search browser inviting her to type in whatever she wanted, Tara stared at the blinking cursor as if it were begging her to search for something. She knew exactly what she was going to search, and that's why she was hesitant to even touch the laptop that sat on her lap. So there she was, sitting on the couch, wishing she would just go to bed instead of using a computer. She took a peek at what time it was, figuring it was pretty late and everyone was asleep by then.

Three o'clock in the morning. Yep, there certainly was a good chance that everyone else was asleep by now.

Her eyes glanced this way and that to ensure she was the only one in the room. With a deep breath, her fingers jumbled across the keyboard. She recoiled at the sight of the mess of words that she typed out, but she couldn't care enough to fix them into what she really meant. Hopefully, the search engine would figure out what she meant. Her fingers glided down to the enter button, and there was one sentence just below the search bar that she had to click on.

Did you mean tips for dating

Quickly, she clicked on the link to correct the search. Her eyebrows lowered and scrunched while her eyes squinted at the text. There was an alarming amount of choices to pick from. With a shrug, she clicked on a link to see where it would take her. In return, the site had next to no valuable information. With a groan, she went back and attempted to look at another site for better luck. Well, this time it actually had some advice on how to attract a partner, so that was a good start. The giant hearts plastered everywhere on the page were a bit distracting though.

"Ooh, looks like Tara's got the hots for someone."

Tara froze in place, eyes widening in surprise at the sound of a familiar voice. Her heart raced at that sentence. Her face turned a dark shade of red as she turned to face the person who spoke. Dean.

"Huh, who, me? Nah, my friend asked me to look up some dating sites to get some tips on how to hook up with someone or something like that," Tara responded, adrenaline forcing her words to move faster. She didn't even bother to question why he was up at three in the morning, all of her thoughts just rushed through her head uncontrollably. "I mean, I don't know why anyone would even want to be hooking up right now, seeing as how this is war and all, but I do what I can to help out a friend in need, you feel me?"

"Uh-huh." The man stood behind the couch, scanning over what was on Tara's monitor. Emerald eyes flickered over to the girl behind the laptop within seconds. "And who's that friend?"

"That would be, uh, your brother."

A brow was raised at Sullivan's response. "Oh really? Because Sammy's pretty private about what he looks up on his computer. I didn't know you two were so close he'd be willing to let you look up dating advice for him, let alone just give him advice."

The female cleared her throat, lifting up one shoulder in a casual shrug. "Well, you know, maybe he didn't want to look it up himself or else he'd get stuck with his older brother looking into his love life." The male crossed his arms against his chest, a smirk making it's way across his lips.

"Oh, is that so? Then why did you act so nervous when I walked in here? I mean, you're just looking up this kind of thing for Sam, aren't you?"

The Bostonian bit her lip and chewed at it anxiously. You're going to look so damn stupid for opening your mouth, she chastised herself mentally. "Ok, ok, it's not for Sam. It's for me."

"See, you can't lie to me. I'm a professional at lying. So, who is it you've got your eye on?" Tara stayed quiet that time. Oh, no, she couldn't tell him. She could absolutely not tell him. So many things could go wrong if she told him. How would she even tell him? What would he say if he figured out that it was him she was trying to impress? Rejection, fear, and anxiety all flowed through her veins.

Finally, she gulped and gave an answer. "That's for me to know and for you to never find out. Ever." Her hands were shaky, as was her voice. Nope, she was not going to tell him. She stared back at the monitor, doing her best to avoid looking at Dean.

"What is with chicks and keeping their crushes a secret? Isn't that kinda for middle schoolers?" Dean's first two questions spilled from his mouth with an obviously teasing tone, and he didn't expect to get an answer for either. His next one, however, he did expect an answer from Tara. "Are you scared that I'm gonna tell everyone?"

"I might be, I don't know. I don't want that kind of thing spreading around. It's hard enough that I can't just walk up and ask if we could go out for a burger or something. I don't know, would he even talk to me after I told him?"

"Are you kidding me? Have you not had a boyfriend before?"

The femme was hesitant before answering. "No. I've just, well, I don't know. I guess I never really met anyone who caught my eye. Then I meet someone here, but now that I'm thinking about it, we probably wouldn't work out. We come from two different worlds." She paused and glanced over at Dean. "Literally, we're from two different worlds. It would never work out. He's probably got someone back home, and I don't stand a chance. I mean, look at me, I'm looking up dating tips to figure out how to talk to him. I don't know what drove me to believe I could ever have a chance to be with him." She shook her head slightly, as if she were dismissing the idea of being in a relationship.

"You don't know that it won't work out. Let's say you do get with this guy, and maybe it does work out, or maybe it doesn't. Either way, it would be a whole lot better to know what would happen instead of sitting around, wishing you took the chance when it's too late. You've just gotta gamble sometimes. I gamble all the time, and I've made it out ok, haven't I?"

The young woman couldn't come up with a response for the longest time, struggling with her own inner conflict. She stared at the monitor, almost as if there was no life inside her aquatic discs. She exhaled a large breath before speaking at last. "You know, I think I will tell him how I feel about him. Then I can say that I had the guts to say something."

"Exactly. So, who is 'him' again?"

A smile crawled onto Tara's face. An admittedly somewhat sad smile, but a smile nonetheless. A light chortle spilled out of her mouth, her gaze focused on the ground. It took but a moment for her aquatic gaze to return to Dean.

"I'll tell you who all about him someday, alright?"

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Felt like writing something about Darren, so I decided to write about how he became a werewolf. I don't think it'll be too long, just like, a few chapters long.

Howling in the Moonlight
Chapter I: First Encounter

"Darren, be careful out there, alright? I don't want to be brother-less because you thought it was a good idea to go out into the woods with Dad to go find whatever's been scratching the house up."

Jackie Rain had her arms crossed against her chest, her face a cross between a pout and anger. Her pale blue eyes stared at Darren, almost begging him not to go. Her brother, on the other hand, had one of the biggest grins on his face. He shook his head with a laugh, hazel eyes dazzling in the dark sky as he looked back at his sister.

"Aw, c'mon Jack, you know me. I'll make it home just fine."

"But what if you run into a grizzly bear? Or a moose?"

"Jackie, I'm not going to physically run into a bear. That's stupid."

"Darren, are you stupid? I meant what if a bear runs at you and mauls you?"

"Well, why weren't you a little more specific?" The younger gave a huff and glared at her brother. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Seriously though, kid, I'll be fine. It's gonna take a lot more than a bear to kill your big, strong brother."

"You'd better be. Who am I gonna make fun of if you're gone?" The gal punched her brother in the arm playfully, causing her elder brother to roll his eyes.

"Darren, you ready to roll out?"

Both siblings' heads turned to see their father in the doorway, a hunting rifle in each hand. Seeing his son nod his head, he threw one at his boy. Amazingly enough, Darren was able to catch it. A single corner of David Rain's mouth lifted upwards as he watched his son catch the rifle. "Lauren, we won't be gone long," Papa Rain called out to his wife. He stepped towards his son, then glanced at Jackie. "Head on in, Jacqueline. Don't want you freezing out here, got it?" With a nod, Jackie stepped into the house with a wave goodbye, watching her father and brother disappear into the wilderness through the front door.

"Alright, let's go catch this bear," was the enthusiastic sentence from Darren's mouth. Darren's father stared at him, his own hazel eyes squinting at Darren as he readjusted his cap.

"Bear? That ain't no bear clawing apart the damn house. No, it's something else. Can't tell what's chewing at the place, but I know how bears are. It's wintertime. Bears are hibernating." He smacked his palm against the back of Darren's head. "Think a little before you speak, son. Did I say we were hunting a bear? No, I didn't."

"Did you say you were gonna slap me throughout this trip?" The eighteen-year-old rubbed the back of his head. "No, you didn't."

"Oh my God, Darren, what did I say about thinking before speaking? Now shut your mouth for a second. This ain't a field trip, this is a hunt. There's some wild animal out here that we're gonna have to kill, and if it hears your dumb ass talking, it's gonna be a lot harder to take it down. Got it?" The younger gave a bitter nod. "Good. Now follow my lead."

The father and son pair stepped through the woods quietly, searching for tracks. The full moon hung above the night sky, illuminating the area around them. Darren's gaze wandered around, trying to find tracks, fur, anything that would give them clues as to what they were looking for. "So, what do you think it-"

"Darren, stop asking," came the harsh reply from David. "All I know is that it's not as loud as you are, and that it's gonna kill you if you don't learn to keep your mouth shut."

"If I'm such a great hunter, why did you even bring me along, Dad?"

"Because you need to get better at it. A man who can't hunt can't earn his keep, you hear me? There's some dangerous game out here. You'd get your family killed if you didn't know how to protect them."

Both men froze at the sound of a howl. There was something monstrous about it, human-like almost. Both men kept their mouths shut for a brief moment. With a sneer, Darren said, "I got this, Dad. A wolf isn't a big deal." His father gripped him by the arm, and his tone wasn't so condescending. It sounded downright fearful.

"No. You're not going after that thing. You'll get yourself killed." With a groan, the younger ripped his arm from his dad's grip.

"Dad, it's a wolf. That's like, nothing compared to, what, a polar bear? Grizzly bear? I can take care of it myself. You get back to looking for the, uh, thing." Before his father could protest, the young man went sprinting towards the sound the howl came from, muttering something about how he'd show his old man that he could kill an animal by himself.

"'God Darren, how many times did I tell you this? How many times have I told you that? Find a nice girl and have lots and lots of kids, be a family man, blah blah blah.' Yeah, I don't know, maybe I'm technically an adult and I don't need to listen to you rant on, old man." Darren was grumbling to himself, convinced he lost track of his father. His hazel eyes stared down at the ground, moonlight making it clear that the tracks on the ground were indeed paw prints. Rather large paw prints, but paw prints nonetheless.

"Perfect. This thing is huge, and Dad's gonna be jealous when he sees me lugging the body back home."

Boots crunched under the fallen snow. Thoughts of his father had disappeared as he searched for the canine. The male paused in his tracks. There was the sound of a growl nearby, but the moonlight didn't aid him in finding out where the growl came from. Darren twisted this way and that, trying to figure out where the wolf was. He readied his aim, hear accelerating. His father's cautionary words came back to him, telling him not to go after this thing.

In a flash, Darren desperately wished he listened to his dad for once.

An awful sound erupted out of the throat of a large beast that made its presence known. Darren couldn't quite call it a wolf, and there was a human-like quality in its face he couldn't explain. The thing had a pelt like golden threads, and eyes that matched. It didn't help that this thing towered over him. His eyes widened, and fear prevented him from pulling the trigger. Instead, the creature lunged at him and slammed him into the ground. Long claws dug at his skin, leaving the human to cry out in pain. Finally, adrenaline started to kick in. He recalled that he had a weapon with him, and he was going to use that weapon. He bashed the butt of his rifle against the wild animal.

Whatever happened next was a blur. Darren felt a sharp, stabbing pain one minute, the next minute the beast was dead thanks to a precise shot from Darren's weapon. Shoving the giant thing away from him, Darren let out a cry in agony.

"Darren! Darren, oh thank God, you're alive!" The familiar voice of his father was one the young man couldn't be more thankful for. With a weak smile, he looked up at his horrified father.

"Yeah, I think I found out what's been attacking the house lately. Definitely not a bear." He let out a weak laugh and gazed at his bleeding arm. The sleeve of his jacket was completely mangled. Although that was his favorite jacket, there were other more pressing concerns on his mind then his ruined jacket. His hazel eyes, now seeming to lose their color, looked back to his dad. "What was that thing anyway?"

"A werewolf."

"I'm sorry, that sounded like you said a werewolf. Maybe I have brain damage from getting tackled to the ground by that wild animal."

"That's what I said. That was a werewolf you just killed. Good thing I loaded your gun with silver bullets, otherwise, this guy would have been a whole lot harder to kill. I've been tracking this bastard for weeks, and then my own son catches him before I do?" David let out a hearty laugh and helped lift his son up. "I don't know if I'm pissed or proud. C'mon Darren, let's head on home and get you cleaned up."

"Werewolf? That's a werewolf?" He stared at the older man, trying to piece it all together. That would explain why it was so big and why it wasn't quite an animal. However, that lead to a thousand questions running through Darren's mind. "What do you know about werewolves, Dad?"

"Not much. All I know is that they're not real fond of silver and that they don't just change on a full moon. Tonight's just coincidence. They used to be human, but they become werewolves somehow. I can't remember how they turned, but they walk among us with gray eyes when they're 'human.' Now, c'mon, we have to get home before you start bleeding out everywhere. I can't have my own boy die out here in the cold when he killed his first freak, right?"

Yet, there was something in Darren that told him that the wolf back there wasn't the abomination. It was Darren himself. That was a person he killed, and now he didn't quite feel the same. He couldn't explain why. There was just something so off about him.

[Hades/Nikos Callas]

great stories. looking forward to seeing more of them.

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Thanks! I'm looking forward to writing more of them. ^^

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Howling in the Moonlight
Chapter 2: Keeping Secrets

It had been three days since Darren was attacked. Three days, and he knew there was something wrong with him.

Ever since the incident, Darren felt awful. He was hungry, but he couldn't describe what he wanted to eat. Bandages were covered around the gaping teeth marks on his arm. Once white, the wraps were now stained brick red. Every time he looked into the mirror, his eyes became more and more silvery in color.

They walk amongst us with gray eyes.

Darren stared back into the mirror, pure silver eyes staring back at him. Once he noticed the change, he started wearing sunglasses around the house. He wasn't a werewolf. He couldn't be! His eyes were just changing in color. It was completely normal for eye color to change when you grew older. Maybe it was the lighting, maybe it was a sign his eyes were going bad. Darren came up with a thousand excuses to believe he wasn't a monster.

He sighed and put a pair of aviators on his face, crinkling his nose to readjust the shades.

"What's up with you, Neo?"

Darren turned to see Jackie waiting in the doorway. Her voice was joking, but her face showed that she had concern.

"Oh, so you're making Matrix references now?" Darren hadn't realized his words came out harsher than he intended, and he glowered at his little sister.

"Jesus Darren, calm down. Ever since you came back from that hunt, you've been on edge and wearing those sunglasses. What's up with you?"

"I'm fine. Didn't I tell you to stop worrying about me? Why do you always have to ask about how I'm doing, or what I'm doing, or this, or that? I'm an adult, I can take care of myself, so stop asking how I'm doing and making stupid jokes." He shoved his sister out of his way and started walking out of the bathroom until he heard his sister say something.

"Wow, I didn't know killing an animal would turn you into such a dick."

"Wow, I didn't know that my sister would get so pissed over the littlest things."

With that, Jackie grabbed her brother's arm and gripped it as tightly as she could. Not noticing she grabbed where Darren was bitten, she was surprised to hear him cry out in pain, but her shock was short-lived.

"Darren, what the hell is the matter with you? All of a sudden, you're the biggest douche on the planet when I try to hang out with you. You're always wearing these sunglasses, you keep shutting everyone out, and all I've been trying to do is hang out with my big brother. Just tell me what your problem is!"

"Nothing's wrong, Jackie, I'm just not sleeping well, ok?"

"Then why aren't you sleeping well?" There was no response. The younger of the pair stared at her brother, wishing she could make eye contact with him, believing that he could tell her everything in just one look. "What did you do out there that made you like this?"

"Jackie, I don't know." The aggressive tone in Darren's voice died. He sounded completely, utterly defeated. Lost, one might say.

"Don't say things like that. Think real hard about it. I know there was something, because I know my big brother wouldn't just toss me aside for no reason."

"I can't tell y-"

"Can't tell me what?"

"Jacqueline, remember the lake we used to go to all the time when we were kids?"

"The lake that Mom and Dad specifically told us not to go to in the wintertime, but we went there anyway?" A grin beamed on her face once childhood memories came back to her. "Yep, I remember it."

"We'll go there and talk about, alright?" The younger's grin died, and she gave a nod.

The pair walked out of the house and to the nearby lake. Silence was shared between them the whole time until they reached the frozen body of water. There, Darren took a seat by the solid lake. "Darren, why are we out here?"

"Because I needed some fresh air. I needed to be somewhere I felt I belong. Outside."

"You're freaking me out. Are you feeling like you need to get in touch with the spirits all around you or...?" The teen took a seat beside her brother, trying to decipher what he meant by belonging outside.

"No, I'm not." The older let out a tiny laugh, barely noticeable. He cleared his throat while his hidden eyes looked upwards, then back down at the ground. He took off his sunglasses and looked at his sister. "There's something wrong with me, Jack."

"Whoa, when did you get those contacts? And why didn't you get me a pair?"

"They're not contacts. You remember the last time I went hunting, right?"

"Yeah, you and Dad found a bear and killed it after it almost killed you, right after I told you to not get killed by a bear."

"It wasn't a bear."

"Oh really? What was it?"

"Promise me you'll take me seriously?"

Jackie's brows knit together as she stared at her brother. "Darren, just tell me the truth for once this week."

The elder stared at his sister, brows nervously lifting upwards. "It was a werewolf."

Jackie let out a sigh of disgust and gave her brother a shove. "I told you to tell me the truth, not some BS story. That's not funny."

"No, it's not funny, and it is the truth. Dad thought I'd be fine after the thing attacked me, but I know I'm not. He said werewolves have gray eyes when they're human, and look at me now."

"No, no no no, you're joking. You're joking, right?" One look instantly told Jackie that her brother was being truthful. "You're my brother, not a monster. You're not a werewolf, vampire, wizard, or anything! You're a Goddamn human being. So what if there's something up with your eyes? That just makes you my weird brother with weird eyes. I don't care what you say, you're NOT a werewolf. Just snap out of this and be my brother again!"

"What if I'm not? What if I became one of them, and you died because of me? Huh? I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

Jackie stared at her older brother, his own silver eyes staring out into the water. "Darren, you're not gonna kill me. We're too close. You know that."

"No. No, I don't know that. I'm just trying to figure out what I am now."

"You know what you are? You're Darren Gregory Rain, a brother, a son, and a smart-ass." The older gave a lighthearted huff of sorts. "But seriously, you'll be ok. And even if you're not, can you promise me something?"

"Like what?"

"That you won't make any crazy decisions while you're freaking out over this?"

"Yeah. Yeah, no problem."

"Good. You better not break that promise because I might be half your size, but I could still kick your ass if I really wanted to." She nudged her older brother in hopes to break the tension between them. "We good then? Because it's cold out here, and I should be starting dinner real soon, you know?"

"Yeah, we're good. You head on back to the house and start dinner, I'll catch up with you in a sec."

[Nostalgia Chick]

aw poor darren and jackie. these get better and better.

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@chick: Thank you! I know, I feel pretty bad for them too.

Aaand here's another chapter.
Howling in the Moonlight
Chapter 3: Sudden Changes

"I'll catch up with you in a sec."

Darren didn't go back to the house that night. Once Jackie was out of sight, he launched his sunglasses out onto the lake in a fit of anger. Why did this have to happen to him? He didn't do anything wrong. He was just a stupid young man trying to make his family happy, not whatever he was now. He wandered out to the woods, ranting and raving at himself for his predicament. The sky had darkened, and few stars were visible in the night air. The young man shoved his hands into his pockets, letting profanities run rampant out of his mouth. "You just couldn't listen your dad, could you Darren? You had to be the big man of the night. You just had to kill the wolf all by yourself."

Darren stopped in place, paralyzed by a sudden wave of excruciating pain. His muscles were unreasonably sore, and the male let out a grunt in agony. Without warning, he dropped to the ground, hands slamming into the freezing cold snow to keep from hurting himself too bad. Silver eyes pooled into a golden hue, and the man's sight became blurry. From what he could make out, his hands were much hairier than before. He could also recall that his nails weren't quite so dark or long as they were now. Once more he cried out in pain, physically feeling his teeth lengthen and protrude from his shifting mouth. Before too long, his nose and mouth had combined into one muzzle. Fur bristled along his entire body, and it was not at all a fun experience.

Then, no more yelps of pain escaped his lips. Instead, they were replaced with snarls and growls. Where Darren formerly stood was now a creature. Tall, hairy, and hungry. The beast lifted himself onto his hind legs and released an awful howl. The werewolf lowered back to using his front legs and made a run back for the lake. His black nose was on the ground, sniffing rapidly for anything he could declare as important.

Nothing.

Pointed ears perked over to the freshwater, and the animal hadn't realized how thirsty he was. With caution, the werewolf padded over to the water. Lapping up the water, that was the first time Darren got a good look at himself. His ears pinned back to his head and he jerked back from the water, unseen brows forming a quizzical expression as he cocked his head to the side.

That wasn't really him, was it?

The animal shook his head and let out a snort of disbelief. His ears returned to the sides of his head in a neutral position, trying to figure out what was going on. Human instinct and animal instinct were swirling together in a perplexing mixture. Black nostrils flared repeatedly, inhaling the air deeply.

Food. That was one thing Darren knew he wanted. Jackie said she was going to make dinner the last time they spoke. Vaguely, somewhere deep down there, the werewolf recalled this fact. If he could make his way back home-

His dad would shoot him on sight, probably not even realizing it was his own son.

The humanity in him was able to convince his feral mindset to not return home, that he would be dead on arrival. He had to find food somewhere else. With a snort of disapproval, the canine twisted back to look at the woods once more. That's where wild animals ran amok, and that's where they thrived. If things thrived there, then there had to be something to eat there. That's what Darren was thinking, anyway.

A growl rumbled in his stomach, and that's what convinced him to return to the forest. Hand-like paws thumped along the ground as he tumbled through the trees. Golden eyes blazed across the horizon in search of a meal.

Wait. It was winter. Everything was hibernating by now. With some form of a huff, the werewolf's face scrunched up when he started to piece together why he couldn't find food, his ears drooping slightly. One ear twitched at the touch of a fallen snowflake, then both ears perked up once more. Snow began falling to the ground, and that's when Darren spotted a bird trying to blend in with its surroundings. It was a small bird, but Darren couldn't care less.

If he could just catch the bird, that would be swell.

Getting into a pouncing position, the manwolf leaped at the avian critter. By sheer luck, he barely managed to catch it. It took him a while to figure out the best way to eat his prize, but once he finally finished off the bird, Darren was content. His head turned this way and that, now looking for a place to rest. He scurried underneath a tree and shivered, curling himself up into a ball as best he could.

At least he had a snack. That was enough of an accomplishment for him. Now the only problem was figuring out how he'd get back home once - or if - he turned back to a human.