Okay so this is a story about two teenagers that are into the occult and mythological. You'll learn their names soon enough. This is how they met. Anything that happened before this will be explained in due time. You'll know about anything that happened after.
December 31st 2013, 22:30,
Jaime had been sitting on the couch. This was the first time he had been to a party. There were about sixteen to twenty people in the house. It was a nice place, three floors. He was upstairs in a mini-living room. He got dragged into this by his friend Clay. He didn't know anyone except Clay and there were about three to four guys at the party total. So that's around sixteen females. Yep, the polls are in, they've confirmed what we've already known, this fucking sucks He thought to himself as he rolled his eyes. A girl peaked in, around seventeen, light skinned. Long black hair. "Clay in here?" she asked him.
Take a fucking look! "No, he isn't." Jaime told her, indifferently.
"Is he here at all?" she asked him.
"I really fucking hope so. I'm his plus one." he chuckled. She laughed along with it.
"He's around here somewhere. Don't worry." she nodded, pounding her hand on the threshold of the room and leaving.
"Again, I fucking hope so." he mumbled. He took a drink of his bottle of water. There was an abundance of girls and alcohol. Jaime had two cans earlier. He was good for the moment, switching over to water in case Clay was completely obliterated. He wasn't trying to crash here. Then another girl peaked in and Jaime about put his water all over her, she was beautiful. Holy fucking hell. Who is she?
"Oh I'm so sorry." she said, talking about his coughing. "I didn't mean to startle you." her voice was soft and sweet, and Jaime was a fan of it.
"You're good." he responded. "It's quite alright." he told her, chuckling.
"Switching over to water? Had a little bit too much?" she jested. He shook his head,
"No. I lost my friend who was the whole reason that I came here. So in the event of him being completely obliterated at least I'll be good." he shrugged.
"You able to drive?" she asked him.
"Legally? No, but I'm not crashing here. Too many people here I dinna know." he told her, letting a bit of his Scottish escape him.
"Dinna?" she asked.
"I'm a fair amount Scottish, you can only tell when I get worked up though. Words like that I use everyday." he told her, shrugging.
"What does it mean?" she asked him.
"D-I'll tell you if you tell me your name." he said. She crossed her arms, smirking.
"Alexandria Eldridge." she told him. "You are?" inquiring. Jaime felt his stomach twist a little bit.
"Jaime. Jaime MacKenzie-O'Maille." he told her.
"My middle name is Nicole." she told him.
"Mine is Calum." he said.
"Then what's MacKenzie?" she asked him.
"My mom's maiden name. O'Maille is my dad's last name. He wasn't there to see it so mom just said to have both of them down. Doesn't bother me." he shrugged. She nodded. "Dinna means don't by the way. Oi means hey, I'll translate anything else I say along the way." she nodded.
"Is this seat taken?" she asked, pointing to the couch. It was an L shape so multiple people could fit on it.
"Yeah, all my imaginary friends are on here with me. It's pretty tight, I'm sorry." he said, sarcastically. She laughed. It was light and high pitched, it made Jaime chuckle.
"I'm sure there's room for another." she said, sitting down beside him. Jaime coughed, not ready for her movement.
"I guess so." he nodded in agreement. The butterflies were in his stomach. She giggled.
In an attempt to direct some attention off of him, and get his attention off of her for a moment, he reached for the remote and turned the wall-mounted flat screen on. They were greeted with Spongebob. Jaime changed it to CNN so they could watch the ball drop and watch the reporters talk about stuff that he found shallow as hell. "So what do you like to do?" she asked him.
Dinna tell her the truth. She'll think your crazy once you even say "demonology" He told himself. "I don't do much actually. School, sports, a little bit of guitar. I'm a boring person." he told her. "I read all day after I finished my homework." she laughed.
"I have a hard time believing this." she told him. "No video games?" she asked him.
"A couple, but I don't really have time to play due to reading." he shrugged.
"What do you play?" she asked him.
"Just about everything." he told her.
"You're trying to be shallow and avoid my questions. Why?" she asked him.
Jaime MacKenzie, dinna tell her the truth. "I'm not." he answered. "I'm not an exciting person. Sorry to disappoint." he shrugged. A group of people poked their heads in and looked at the two.
"Oh, uh, what time is it?" one of them asked them.
"Eleven o'clock." he answered. They nodded and left, closing the door behind them. "Well. That was interesting." he said, a little louder than he meant to.
"What do you mean?" she asked him.
"Their reaction when they walked in." he told her.
"Jaime, you do realize there are a lot of girls and alcohol here right?" she asked him.
"Oh I understand their reaction, but I'm surprised that they would think that someone they just met would try to fuck a girl that he just met on the couch. Intoxication and all left out of the picture." he shrugged. She smiled at that. He was brilliant.
"You're a very proper person aren't you?" she asked him. He tilted her head.
"Oi?" he said.
"Like you don't seem like a bad kid." she told him. Define bad
"Well, it all depends on how you define bad." he told her. "I'm not much of a party person, I hate people." he ventured on.
"Yet here you are." she motioned to him.
He smiled and nodded. "Yet here I am." he rephrased. "I dinna really want to be here." he told her, shrugging.
"With me?" she asked.
"N-Not what I was getting at." he quickly corrected. She smiled. "Not here. Like at a party. I wouldn't mind being with you. You dinna seem shallow." he said.
"Unlike you?" she looked at him matter-of-factly. He scoffed.
"One of us has to be interesting." he shrugged.
"So there's an 'us' now?" she jested. He turned a little bit red, definitely got flustered.
"N-Not what-what I was uh, implying." He tried to correct himself as quickly as possible through all the stuttering. She giggled again. He checked his phone, just to try and divert his attention. Eleven oh five. Yer makin' an arse of yerself O'Maille. He told himself. There was a knock on the door. Jaime got up to open it. It was Clay.
"Is uh-Oh Jaime, what up bro?" he asked. Jaime shrugged. "Ah fuck you and your anti-social-woah." he saw Alexandria sitting patiently on the couch. "Where you'd pull the hottie from?" he asked, this time a little bit more quieter.
"I didn't pull her from anywhere." he answered.
"Well you do your thing. Me and Marie are going to go downstairs and chill out with the other more social people for a bit. I'll leave you to your female compatriot." he said, smiling.
"Clay, I just met her!" he said, hectically. "She is not my com-" Clay covered his mouth with his hand.
"Jaime. Shut the fuck up, go sit down, let nature do its course." he closed the door in Jaime's face. The boy grimaced. Fuck me, the plane I flew in on, and my entire family line! He was not happy but he didn't show it. He exhaled, yawned, and then turned back around and returned to his seat beside her. He had calmed down a little. She was just another girl. What was the big deal? Her fucking amazing pale skin? Or her long brown hair? Or was it the fact that she was thick and he thought it was hot as hell? Maybe it was just the way her smile looked when she turned her head and her hair obscured a little bit of her face. His phone started ringing.
He leaned forward and looked at it. It was auntie Lynn. He slid his finger across the galaxy S4. "Oi?" he answered. She chuckled a little.
"Jaime. Thank god. You've a situation near the party." he paled as his aunt's scottish accent came through to his ear, and Alexandria noticed it.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Reports of a big fuzzy monster with teeth and claws and it's seven foot tall." she told him.
"So it's either fucking bigfoot or a lycanthrope. Wonderful. I'm on it." he told her.
"Baby, please be careful." she told him. He nodded.
"I know auntie." he told her. "I love you." he said.
"I love yeh too. Do ye have wolfsbane?" she asked him.
"I have a stem of wolfsbane that I keep on me at all times. I got this. Ain't my first rodeo. Bye Auntie." he hung up, put the phone in his pocket and immediately stood up.
"What's going on?" Alexandria asked him.
"Make sure no one leaves this house." He said, smiling and nodding. Leaving the room. She stood there confused as he was going down the stairs.
As he rounded the corner he almost crashed into a girl, he apologized and moved on. Right as he got to the door. He felt a hand on his back. "Dude, where are you going?" he asked, confused.
"Make sure no one leaves this house Clay. Trust me." he said, going out the door. Clay exhaled, annoyed, and nodded. He stood out in the street and looked around. Everything seemed quiet. Then he heard it. A loud howl. A really really loud howl. Oh, that wasn't my stomach He thought to himself as he continued to looked around. Then it happened again and a bunch of people screamed. "Fuck!" he shouted. It was behind him, not in front. Back porch, people were there, and people were going to die. He turned and ran back inside, hauling every single inch of ass he had. He ran flat into Clay and he was pale, wide-eyed, and scared shitless.
"Jaime, there's a thing, I mean a big thing-" Jaime ran past him. "Where the fuck are you going! We need to go!" Jaime didn't heed him.
He came out to the patio and people were froze, staring at the giant bi-pedal wolf on the front porch. "Oi, you! Fuzzy fuck!" he shouted to capture it's attention. It growled. "If you're on the patio slash back porch. Get the fuck out of here. I got-" Just then he lunged on him and everyone took off screaming. Instead of clawing Jaime, it's head snapped up as it looked at all of the potential victims. Jaime punched the thing in the face and it whimpered, hopping off of him. He was hyperventilating. Okay Jaime, quit fucking around! That could-no that should've been your ass. Pay attention, kill it, go home. He exhaled. It looked at him and went back to all fours, growling and drooling. He glanced to his left to make sure everyone was safe. They were watching intently from the windows, except for one person. He assumed that she had went from upstairs to tell the people on the patio. Either way, she was standing directly in front of the damn thing.
It roared and lunged at her, Jaime pushed her out of the way and it was on top of him, he grabbed a nearby beer bottle and smashed it in the head. It busted off of its head. It whimpered again and this time shook its head. He pushed it off of him and he backed up as far as he could. She was by the rocking chair directly beside the door, well out of the way. He returned his attention to the wolf. "Come on." he hissed through gritted teeth. He slowly took his bag off of his back and laid it in front of him. He reached into it and pulled out a blade in a sheathe and then the stem of a flower. He put the flower in his jacket pocket and swallowed hard. If you can't stick it with the wolfsbane, the blade works just as well. He slung the sheathe off of it. It was black, Ebon. The wolf growled. "Nice doggy." he said. It started running at him.
He sidestepped it and stuck the blade in its side. It cut through the wolf's entire side due to it not stopping. Jaime just held onto the blade very tightly. He turned and instead of landing smoothly on all fours it rolled and landed slumped on its side. Jaime lifted his head and inhaled and exhaled. He walked over to the carcass. Just as Jaime reached for the wolfsbane, it rose up and clawed him. It cut through his jacket and his shirt. It skidded across his skin. He grimaced, but he didn't scream. It blew him backwards, rolling on the ground, he tried to gather his bearings but just as soon as he was up again, the wolf threw him back across the patio. He connected with the wooden railing and bounced off of it. The blade wasn't in his hand anymore, god knows where it was. It walked over to where he was. It was bleeding profusely from it's right side, he was out of breath. It growled and he huffed, trying to get his wind back. The only word that could be mustered in his mind right now was: Fuck.
Right before the wolf dealt the blow, it stiffened and howled. Jaime looked confused, and then it turned around and he saw who was there. Alexandria. Get up. She's gonna die and it's gonna be on you. Get up. Come on Jaime. Your ribs are cracked, you've got a couple lacerations on your chest, but you've also got wolfsbane, and the ebon blade is sticking out of that thing's back. He coughed as he tried to motivate himself with his thoughts. "Oh shit." he heard her. "Oh shit, oh shit..." she was in shock. He looked at the candle and thanked god that it wasn't put out by his impact. He managed to stand and held his hand over it. He concentrated and pulled the fire from the candle into his hand.
"Lycan!" he shouted. Its ears twitched and turned, he threw his hands out in front of him and the flame hit the werewolf. It howled, batting it's face and chest, trying to put the flame out. He ran for Alexandria, the lycan dropped and started rolling around. He jumped over it and grabbed her wrist. "Oi." he said. She didn't really respond. He shook her again. "Oi!" he said, louder this time. She shook out of it. Her eyes widened.
"Oh my god." she gasped, going to her knees, he followed her. We need to go Alexandria. I get that this is the first time you've seen something like this but the fire will only last so long... "Is that-Did I just-" he stopped her.
"You need to get out of-" she pointed behind him.
"Watch out it's coming!" she shouted, and for the second time, he threw her to his left just as it pounced on top of him. She was safe, and he was pressed up to a window. A giant werewolf holding him in place. The people behind the glass were horrified. The thing's tongue was on his collar bone. He reached into his pocket and with one quick jab, shoved it into it's bleeding wound. It howled and stumbled backwards. Both of its claws were on the wound. It started shrinking in size and the fur was receding.
Jaime peeled himself off of the window and stumbled a little bit. He turned and saw that it was just a man there now. He looked over to Alexandria, he put his hand on her shoulder. She turned quickly and he let her. She let out a shaky breath. "Are you okay?" he asked. She nodded. Jaime left her and walked over to him. The man recognized him, and coughed a little bit. The sword was through his body now, from back to front. People started coming outside.
"Th-Thank you..." he rasped, reaching for his hand. Jaime knelt down and took it. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean for-" Jaime nodded.
"It's okay." he said. The man weakly shook his head.
"No, it isn't. It-It isn't even...remotely close. I would've slaughtered all-all of those kids in there. Thank god you stopped me. I've killed too many..." he said weakly. Jaime nodded. "What's your name son? I'm-I'm Arthur Johnson..."
"Jaime MacKenzie-O'Maille." he told him.
"I can't hold on much longer...Thank you for saving me...and stopping me." Jaime nodded.
"May you find solace in the next life." he told Arthur as he gave out. Jaime coughed, and covered it with the back of his hand. He let go of the man's hand and pulled the blade from his chest, making sure not to grab the blade. When he did, he used his jacket to wipe the blood off of it, and unzipped his jacket, laying it on the man's pelvic area. He exhaled and rubbed his eyes, and stumbled backward a little bit. He put his hand to his chest and it came away with a little bit of blood. He nodded, rolling his eyes. "Never a perfect run right? Well hey, no one died right?" he said to his hand, turning and walking away. He pulled his phone out and checked the time. Eleven fifty five. Five minutes until New Years. He stopped when he realized everyone was staring at him. "Oi." he said, holding his arms out, smirking. He quickly put his phone away.
"Dude..." Clay said to him. "What the fuck man?" he asked. "What the fuck was that?" he asked. Jaime huffed and then looked for the short-sword's sheathe. He saw it by the door and bent down to pick it up. He sheathed it and then walked back over to his bag. "Hey quit fucking ignoring me!" he shouted.
"What do you think it was Clay?" Jaime asked him, picking up his bag. "We got five minutes til midnight. Let's all go watch the ball drop, chill the fuck out, and I'll fix all of this." He told them. He patted Alexandria on the side and she looked at him. "Lead the way." he said, motioning her forward, and she led. He followed.
By the time they had sat down, everyone was at least inside. She had turned the TV on and he was sitting beside her. A girl sat beside her on the arm of the chair. "Please tell me you're okay." Jaime said to her.
"I should probably be asking you that honestly." she told him, motioning to his chest. He laughed. "Seriously, I should be dead due to dumbassery. Why didn't you let it get me?" she asked him.
"Because." he told her. "I save people. I would've failed that if I let the lycan kill you. Not only would I have failed my job, I would've failed you, and myself, but most importantly, I would've failed my mom." he told her. Clay raised his eyebrows. He never talked about his mom. Probably because he never met her.
"I thought you hadn't ever met her." Clay said to him. He turned.
"I did, but I was still pink and squishy. The day they brought me home was the day she died. Her name was Theresa." he told him. Clay nodded. That was all Clay ever knew about the woman that was Theresa O'Maille.
"What about your dad?" she asked him. He didn't acknowledge her.
"Here we go! sixty seconds!" Someone shouted, leaping on the couch, landing beside Jaime. He laughed, and Alexandria giggled as well. Everyone soon flooded into the room. One guy had a bottle of champagne.
"Bro, five bucks says you can't pop the cork without spilling it everywhere." Clay elbowed the guy, he laughed and nodded.
The ball dropped and everyone cheered. Jaime smirked, and exhaled, relieved. Another year survived. Chances were looking good so far. His thoughts were interrupted by a voice. "Oi, Jaime." It was Alexandria. He turned his head to her.
"O-" before he could even get it out her lips were on his. He almost withdrew but held fast. Didn't want to insult her, and this wasn't too bad. Everyone cheered.
"There you go cuh!" Clay yelled.
She broke it off. "Happy new year." she told him, wiping her lips. Very impressed.
"You too my lady." he nodded, keeping his cool. His phone rang. He grabbed it up. "Oi?" he said.
"Thank the lord. Is it gone?" she asked him.
"It's gone, everyone is safe, no one is dead. I'm a little cut up." he told her.
"Coming to get yeh right now." her voice was fraught with panic.
"Auntie, it's good, you don't need to-" she hung up. He dropped his head.
"Everything okay?" she asked him.
"I need to go dispose of this body, then my aunt's coming. You want a ride? You live directly beside me." he asked her.
"Sure." she shrugged. He nodded.
He got up and walked back to the patio. Opening his bag that was still out there. He grabbed the can of zippo lighter fluid, and grabbed his jacket. Then he squirted the lighter fluid on the corpse. He grabbed the matches and dropped it on the corpse, the flame rose up immediately. It started consuming the corpse. "Lighter fluid?" she asked him. He shook his head. "What was it?" she asked him.
"A special little oil." he told her putting both of them back in his bag and pulling the strings til it closed, then slung it on his back. His phone rang one more time. "Auntie Lynn is outside. Let's go before she rips the door off of its fucking hinges." she smiled. They walked through the house. "Yo, my aunt's here." he told him.
"Lynn?!" Clay said, unbelievably. Jaime nodded. "Oh shit, we're dead." he told him. Jaime shook his head.
"No, I'm leaving." he told him. See you at school tomorrow. Clay nodded and walked over to him and hugged him.
"You leaving with him Lex?" a girl asked her. She nodded.
"Yeah. I live directly beside him." she explained. "See you tomorrow." Everyone smirked and then waved to them.
Jaime opened the door and she walked through and he followed. He coughed again, and then he closed the door.
Lynn drove a black 2010 Subaru Tribeca. He could tell by the look on her face that she was hysterical. When she saw them through the window, she looked to the ceiling and clasped her hands. Mouthing a silent thank god. He opened the back seat door for her, she nodded smiling, and she nodded. He closed the door and walked over to the passenger side and sat in the backseat. Right as soon as he closed the door, she went off.
"Oh me god!" she shouted. "Does it hurt?" she asked him. He shrugged.
"Not really, the cracked ribs are more of a-"
"CRACKED RIBS? Meh god Jaime! I thought yeh said yeh had this?!" she shouted. "Yer fooking fourteen, why am I letting yeh do this shite?" she asked him.
"Because, mom would have-" she stopped him.
"No! Do. not bring her into this!" she pointed at him, he raised his hands defensively. "And whose this girl? Oh wait, yer the neighbor's kid....Damn." she said. Alexandria nodded. "Okay, look, yeh have to promise not to mention any of this." she told her.
Lex nodded. "Oh I completely understand, the werewolf won't-" she was stopped.
"Na not that. If anything, bring that up. People need t' know that. Dinna bring up what I'm about t' do t' this fooking child." Alexandria giggled a bit.
"So raise werewolf awareness?" she asked Lynn.
"Seriously though. Unless yeh want to be inserted into a mental asylum. Keep it to yerself. People dinna realize that this shite is real."
"Can we start going?" Jaime asked her.
"I have not even started Jaime! But the car can, aye." she started it up and hit the gas. It lurched forward and then steady down the road.
"So what exactly did I just witness?" Alexandria asked him.
"You said it yourself. Werewolf." he told her. "Werewolves, vampires, all that shit is real." he told her. "Chupacabra has remained to be seen though, as well as bigfoot. But I just killed a werewolf, so anything is possible." he shrugged.
"Looks like the werewolf kicked yer arse." Lynn told him.
"Auntie, it wasn't-"
"Ah-Ah." she stopped him. "Yeh cannae say it wasn't that bad if yeh have cracked ribs and big cut on yer torso!" He shook his head and exhaled.
After a couple more minutes of Lynn shouting at Jaime, they finally pulled up to the house. They all got out and he walked Alexandria to her house."Should I walk to the door with you? I don't want to give the wrong idea." he told her. She nodded.
"Go, I'll explain them why I'm home." he nodded. "Minus the werewolf." He laughed. "See you in the morning I guess?" she asked him.
He shrugged. "Sure." was his answer. She grabbed him by the shoulder as he left. He turned, looking at her. "Oi?" he asked her.
"Thank you for tonight." she told him. He laughed.
"Thank you as well." she giggled, turning red.
"Well that too, but seriously, you saved my life." He shrugged.
"It's what I do. You dinna need to act like I'm god." he told her.
"Why can't you take the praise?" she asked him.
"Because I work a thankless job." he told her. She tilted her head. "And thank you for staying with on New Year's eve. I didn't know anyone there." he told her. She smiled.
"Well now you do." She said, giving him a peck on the lips. "That was for New Years. The other one was for saving me. You aren't too bad honestly. How many before me?" she asked him with a smirk.
"Oh so are we together now?" he jested. She blushed a bit. "None, just you." he shrugged, turning and leaving her there to ponder whether he was telling the truth or not.