>>31150809

And this time I forgot to actually include the title. Man, I suck at this.

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You trip on the flap as you step out of the tent, falling onto the dead leaves and dirt. Swearing to yourself you pause. Still snoring. Of course - your dad could sleep through an earthquake. Mom probably didn't even hear you get up over the constant drone.

You shuffle through the woods for a few yards before finding a suitable spot. Seriously, fuck camping. The reason we invented houses was so we could stop pissing in the woods. You pull down your pants and squat down.

Of course Mom and Dad would think this was a great idea. You go camping all the time with Allison, Nick, and the rest of the crew. Well, using the term loosely, anyway. Mostly you'd just drive a few miles up the interstate, get off at a secluded road, pull over, and spend the night drinking in the car on the side of the road.

Now that Mommy's little baby was all grown up and finished high school, and you're scheduled to go to UW in September, your parents have been trying to pack in all the family time they think they've missed into this last summer.

You pull your pants back up. You can still hear Dad's snores over here. You take a moment to look up at the sky. The Big Dipper's easy to find. So is Orion. This far away from light pollution, you can even see faint bright streak of the Milky Way. That's about as far as your astronomy knowledge goes. Well, aside from the moon of course.

Full tonight. You can actually make out a fair bit between the shadows caused by the trees.

You turn back toward your tent. Eh, maybe now you'll be able to tune out Dad's snoring.

The hair on the back of your neck starts to raise as you feel a chill. Was it always so quiet?

(cont.)

>>31150844
Want to give it a shot anyways?

>>31150871


You look over your shoulder and trip onto your back. Your mouth opens but no noise comes out.

The thick silver fur shines in the moonlight. Small red eyes glow, focus on you, large nostrils flare as it inhales. A claw reaches out as the anthromorphic beast lowers onto you. Time seems to slow down.

The claw tears through your pants like tissue paper, and your skin just as easily, leaving two searing gashes across your calf. You find your eyes fixed on the moon, blinded to everything by its light. A shadow dances across its equator before decending and engulfing your vision.

Bang! Howl!

You snap back to the present. The beast's attention is elsewhere, looking past you now, a thick dark patch having appeared on its shoulder.

Voices shouting from both directions. You make out "Meridith!" from your mother's voice.

You claw at the dirt, crawling back toward your tent. Mom and Dad have emerged, half dressed.

Dad drags you back inside the tent. You're convulsing, unable to control your muscles. "Stay here!" As though you could do anything else. You curl into the fetal position.

More gunshots, followed by the unnatural howl again. It seems to echo through your bones. Rage... and fear. The world turns to darkness.

====

(cont.)

>>31150891
You awake with a gasp, drenched in a cold sweat. Reflexively you grab for the wound on your leg. Of course, there's nothing there; not even a scar. It's been a year, and the wound healed within a day.

After a few moments, your breathing and heartbeat return to normal. Things were so much simpler back then. Your gaze settles on the ring Lucian gave you resting on your nightstand. It's too big to fit on any of your fingers, and you don't want to chance a full moon while wearing it. You've tied a length of string around and have been wearing it around your neck for the last week.

The phone rings, snapping you out of thought. "Hello?"

"Meredith, still alive? Good. I hope you've been more careful lately." Crstal. So good to hear from you. I'm great, thanks for asking.

>Tell her about what happened last full moon.
>Don't say anything. She'll probably just yell at you again.
>Other (write in)

>Don't say anything. She'll probably just yell at you again.

>>31150915
>Tell her about what happened last full moon.

Nothing ventured nothing gained.

>>31150915
>Don't say anything. She'll probably just yell at you again.

>>31150979
>>31151091
You bite your lip. "Yeah, last time was uneventful."

"Uneventful is safe. Uneventful is good." Crystal says, seeming relieved. "Listen, I'm going to be staying in place fora few days. I know I've been pretty distant, but I just don't want to risk anything. I'll give you the number where you can reach me. We can talk some more in the next few days if you want."

You fight back the urge to talk about your last transformation, about Lucian, and your upcoming roadtrip. She'd just freak out again. You take down her phone number and end the call. There's work to do anyway. You've got about two weeks before your next transformation, after which you'll swiftly depart for Arizona.

Steve figures that Ahiga is a Native American name. The largest reservation in the country is on the border of Arizona and New Mexico. That's probably as good a lead as any. You're planning this trip to end well before the next transformation. Steve and Janice have already figured out their alibis. You're going to take a trip to go see the grand canyon. it's reasonably close to the truth with where you're going, and coordinating the lies make some sort of slip up less likely.

You're planning to spend the next couple weeks mostly saving up money. You don't have any debts to pay off, so your actual cost of living is all the expenses you have to worry about. At least Steve promised to chip in for gas money.

About a week and a half after the last full moon, you're working late, closing by yourself. On your way home, you stop for gas. As the tank is filling, you spot two figures approaching you from the corner of your eye. Death is in the air. Vampires.

>Ignore them
>Pull out Lucian's ring. Let's see how much sway he really has.
>Other. (write in)

>>31151299
Whip that ring out.

>>31151299
>Ignore them
Maybe they're just buying some cigarettes.

bump

Rolled 2

>>31151353
>>31151380
>>31151605

Just gonna roll for it then. 1 for flashing some bling, 2 for just ignoring them

>>31151670
Oh boy, prepare your anus.

>>31151670

Writing

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>>31151696

The two figures are both wearing jeans and hoodies, faces obscured in the neon fluorescent outside bulbs of the gas station. They don't seem to take notice of you at first. You can't quite make out their conversation as they go toward the convenience store.

-The two of them might be more of a challenge than the girl was before.-

Shut up.

One of the vampires turns his head in your direction, almost as if he heard your internal dialogue with Fluffy. He nudges his compatriot and nods in your direction. They stop.

"Dude, I think that's her."

"No way. Really? You think she could have killed Ashley?"

The voices are faint, but just barely audible as they're now facing in your direction. The pump stops. Time to leave. You grab the handle and fumble with the gas cap. You turn around. The smaller one is standing right next to the pump, a grin displaying sharp teeth. "I'm pretty sure it's a law for dogs to have collars on at all times, isn't that right, Nick?"

You try to turn around, but the other one is blocking the door of your car. How'd they move so fast?

-Yes. Definitely more of a challenge than the girl. Go for the tall one first. Higher center of gravity. Easier to get on the ground....- You tune out Fluffy's tactical appraisal.

How do you respond to the vamps?

>Fuck off.
>Funny that you mention that... (pull out Lucian's ring).
>Attack one of them (chose which. Taller one in front of you, shorter one behind.) Roll 1d100 with this option.

>>31152005
Whip that ring out with panache.

>>31152031
Well, I guess I'll start writing.

>>31152222

"Collar you say? Would this do?" You grab the string around your neck and pull the ring out from under your shirt. The red jewel seems to glow.

"The fuck?" Their smiles vanish in an instant. The taller one starts backing away, shacking his head back and forth. "Screw this."

"Don't be a bitch." The other shouts to his friend, though his expression has clearly changed form cockiness to nervousness.

"You're kidding, right? That's Lord Lucian's. I ain't an idiot. I don't care how she got that thing. I'm not messing with him." Seems as though Lucian wasn't exaggerating his influence. "I don't know what you've got going on, girl, but I don't want any part of it."

The other is unconvinced. "Come on, my sire says Lucian's a paper tiger. Besides, he's not even here."

-Duck now-

You blink and the shorter vampire is gone.

Roll 1d100, best of first 3.

>>31152453
Murder time, fun time!

Rolled 54

>>31152483
Woops, forgot the 1 to d100.

Rolled 93

>>31152453

>>31152526
Bam.

Wolf gonna wolf.

>>31152558

Technically, I still need one more, in the event of a crit.

>>31152576
It shall be done. 100 get

captcha: sickskt mullets.

>>31152646
>>31152483

Glad to know my players fail as much as I do. We're made for each other! Or something.

Rolled 43

>>31152646
Too tired to function. 100 get, for real.

>>31152665
>>31152526
>>31152509

Hokay.

>93. Writing.

>>31152687

You crouch down as a claw swipes through the air where your head was a moment ago. Your leg outstretched, you whirl around, catching his feet. The vampire falls on his back, his legs taken out from under him.

-Go for the throat-

Your hand wraps around his neck, nails digging into flesh as he squirms underneath you. You look up in anticipation that the other will move to his aid. The taller one hasn't moved.

"Help me..." the vampire sputters, as he tries to pull away our hands.

The taller vampire throws his hands in the air. "I already said I don't want a part of this. Fuck him. Kill him if you want. I didn't do anything."

Your grip tightens, and the struggle underneath you intensifies. Fluffy seems to be pouting; she thought there would have been more of a challenge.

-Always such cowards in the end.-

>Finish him.
>Let him go. Roll 1d100.
>Other (write in)

>>31152919
> FINISH HIM
Anon from yesterday, I see you've started it up again.

>>31152919
Finish

>>31153124

This time, with marginally more participation!
>>31153152

Anyway, writing.

>>31153204
Woo! Participation![spoiler/]

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>>31153204

-Lucian was right. This one is stupid.-

Indeed. You and Fluffy are in agreement. You squeeze. You're not sure if vampires need to breathe, but you're reasonably certain they still need their head attached.

Crunch.

Your claws tear through cartilage, skin, and bone, and the flailing underneath you weakens until it subsides entirely. The disembodied head rolls over to one side, before collapsing in on itself in a pile of dust, as does the body underneath you. You look up to the other vampire.

-He'll try to run. A chase might be fun.-

He's staggering backwards, eyes shifting back and forth. "Look... I already said I didn't want anything to do with this." He points toward the convenience store. "The clerk saw the whole thing! I can take care of it. Just don't kill me." You turn to see the frightened middle-age Indian man staring at the two of you.

>Attack the vampire anyway. He's a weakling and a coward.
>He's got a point. Lucian's one condition was that you lay low from now on.

>>31153486

Hm... I've got to head out. Sorry we didn't get very far. If this is alive tomorrow morning, I'll probably continue around a time more people are awake. Otherwise, I'll probably start again thread 4.5 tomorrow night.

>>31153486
>>He's got a point. Lucian's one condition was that you lay low from now on.

bump

>>31153486
Just woke up OP.

Let him go, we don't want any trouble. Hell, the only vampires we've killed were the one who tried to mess with us or our friends. Tell him that as long as we're not being harassed, we don't care what he does.

>>31155150
>>31157186

Back folks, writing.

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>>31157668

You're sure you could finish this one off. You could even take out the clerk before he got a chance to call the cops. But, that might not be the smartest decision. Fluffy growls in frustration.

You slowly stand up. "I didn't ask for trouble either. You can keep him quiet?" You gesture in the direction of the convenience store.

"Of course. Easy. So... you're gonna let me go?"

You nod. The vampire lets out a sigh of relief. You find yourself trembling slightly as he dashes off toward the door. The clerk has a phone in his hand. The vampire reaches over the counter and grabs the man's forehead. Mechanically, he slowly puts the phone down. The vampire lets go and the man looks in the distance with a blank stare.

Exiting, the vampire raises his arms. "See? Easy."

"He's ok? You're not going to kill him? Drink his blood?"

The vampire sticks out his tongue. "Yuck. No way. I hate Indian food. He'll snap out of it in a few minutes and won't remember a thing." Neat trick. "Listen, I don't know what you've got with Lord Lucian, and I don't care. As far as I'm concerned. This never happened."

>Just let him go. We're done here.
>Other (write in)

>>31157936
>>Just let him go. We're done here.

Thank you, first rational vampire we've ever met.

>>31157936
>Other (write in)
How did he find us? Can we be detected or something?

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>>31158362

Sorry, guys

"Get out of here." You say. "Before I change my mind." He doesn't need to be told twice.

===

The day after transformation is like the worst hangover you've ever had. Your entire body aches from changing shape twice in one night, and since you're typically conscious the entire time, you never actually get much sleep. Thankfully, this month passed uneventfully. You spend the next day resting.

The next morning, Janice and Steve are outside arguing by the time you get up.

"What's in this one?"

"Shoes."

"How could you possibly need an entire suitcase for shoes?"

You yawn and step out onto the porch. "Meredith. Tell Steve that I need these." Janice has her arms crossed and is standing among five or six suitcases.

Steve looks exasperated. "There won't be enough room in the car."

Tune in tomorrow night for Werewolf Quest: Roadtrip Edition