SNEAK PEEK

Book Two

of

The Full Moon Chronicles

PROLOGUE

            Sometimes I sit and think about how I got here. I think about a lot of things. Sometimes I feel like life is punishing me and I don’t know why. I watch the other kids, observe their lives. Their biggest issues are sports, grades, dating and zits. Sometimes I would give anything to have those issues. Sometimes it would just be nice to be a normal teenager. I wake up every morning telling myself I can’t do this anymore. Still, I manage to get through the day and make it to the next. Half the time I don’t know how. Half the time I wish I would lose a fight just to have it done with.

            But I can’t.

            Dad needs me. I’m all he has. But it’s only a matter of time before this gets messed up. My dad’s a werewolf and on my 15^th birthday I will be one too. The Walker family curse. The reason my mom left us. The reason my life is so screwed up.

           The only thing that helps me cope with my screwed up life is hunting vampires. I get to take out my frustrations on killing those blood sucking demons. I hate vampires with a passion. Those soulless monsters that kill innocent people. I hate werewolves too, but werewolves are people, not demons, and they can be controlled so no one has to die. Werewolves have souls. Werewolves are not evil. Werewolves only change into monsters a few nights a month.

            Vampires don’t have souls. Vampires are evil. Vampires are demons 24/7. Vampires are like pests infesting the human population. Vampires need to die.

            My parents never married. They dated for almost a year. Dad was able to keep his secret from her. When mom got pregnant with me, Dad wanted to marry her, but first he wanted to tell her about the family curse and his secret. He thought she loved him enough to make it work. She didn’t believe him at first, he had to show her. It was too much for her to handle. For a while they tried to make it work, but once she realized that the baby she is carrying will also be cursed, she couldn’t handle it. She wanted an abortion, but Dad begged her not to. He wanted me. He promised her that he would take care of everything and once I was born, she would never have to see us again. And he kept his word.

            Dad keeps a picture of Mom in his bedroom. Once he said that she was the only woman he ever loved. Love. A human emotion I hope to never have with a girl. The only love I do have is for my dad, because he has never abandoned me. I glance at the picture every now and then. I don’t know her. Who the hell can give up their kid because of a defect? I look normal. I look like a normal kid. Sure, I have some issues with aggression, but that is rooted in my Werewolf traits. Nothing will change until my 15^th birthday and all of this was explained to her. Still, it didn’t matter.

            Okay, maybe I have some anger issues. Who wouldn’t? I have cousins who are champion fighters. They’re champions because they use their Werewolf strength in fights to win. They taught me how to fight. This was a way to take out my aggression and learn to focus and defend myself. I use these skills to fight vampires. Vampires seem to be born with the skills to fight. You can take your average Joe and once he turns into a vampire, he rises with all the skills of a professional fighter. Then again, the demon possessing the body is probably hundreds, if not thousands, of years old and they have had the time to learn how to fight and how to control the human body it possesses.

            I’ve seen things that no one should have to see. I’ve experienced a life, no one can imagine. I have nothing in common with any of my peers. This isn’t a life I would wish for anyone. I hate it. It’s not as glamorous and exciting as the shows on television make them out to be. It’s isolating and debilitating. I’m tired and angry. And it’s only going to get worse.