The night air was cool against Desmond's skin as he walked through Forks. The town felt eerily quiet, yet something about the silence unsettled him. Ever since the attack, his instincts had been sharper—more alert. The world no longer felt like the same place he had lived in for the past nineteen years.
A week had passed since his near-death experience. His body had healed, but his mind was restless. The attack had left him with more questions than answers, and he was determined to find out what exactly was going on in this town.
"Vampires exist... and that thing wanted to kill me."
The thought kept repeating in his head. He needed to know more.
Digging for Answers
Desmond had spent the last few days researching strange occurrences in Forks. Missing persons, animal attacks, unexplained deaths—things that the police had no answers for. He even tried asking around, but most people brushed it off as "wildlife incidents" or "just bad luck."
Tonight, he decided to go further. If no one would talk, he'd find answers himself.
His search led him to the outskirts of town, near an abandoned logging site. The place was covered in fog, the kind that made it impossible to see more than a few feet ahead.
As he stepped forward, a cold shiver ran down his spine. His instincts screamed at him—something was watching.
Then, the scent of blood hit him. Faint, but fresh.
He wasn't alone.
A Dangerous Encounter
A low chuckle echoed from the shadows.
"Didn't anyone teach you not to wander alone at night?"
Desmond spun around, his muscles tensing. A tall figure emerged from the fog. Pale skin, sharp eyes, and a smile that sent a chill down Desmond's spine.
This wasn't just a man. This was a vampire.
The same type of creature that nearly killed him before.
Desmond clenched his fists. He had trained for this. Even if he wasn't strong enough yet, he wouldn't be an easy target.
The vampire smirked. "Ah... You're different." He tilted his head, studying Desmond like a predator toying with its prey. "Not like the others. What are you?"
Desmond said nothing, his stance firm.
The vampire sighed. "Fine. If you won't talk, I'll find out myself."
In a blur, the vampire lunged.
Holding the Line
Desmond barely had time to react. He sidestepped, dodging the first strike, but the vampire was too fast. A heavy blow crashed into his ribs, sending him rolling across the ground.
He gasped, pain flaring in his side. He was still too slow.
The vampire approached lazily, as if savoring the moment. "Disappointing."
Desmond wiped the blood from his lip. He refused to back down.
Stay calm. Think. Adapt.
His shield ability flared to life. A translucent barrier shimmered around his body, reinforcing his defense. The vampire noticed and narrowed his eyes.
"Oh? Now that's interesting…"
Desmond didn't wait. He charged forward, swinging a punch enhanced by his ability. The vampire dodged but not completely—Desmond's fist clipped his jaw, sending him stumbling back slightly.
Not enough. He needed to be stronger.
The vampire recovered quickly, grinning with amusement. "You're fun. I almost don't want to kill you."
Desmond's breath was heavy. He could keep fighting, but deep down, he knew… he wasn't winning this battle.
The vampire was too strong. Too fast. Too experienced.
This was what real power looked like.
And he wasn't there yet.
A Timely Rescue
Just as the vampire moved in for another attack, a loud growl rumbled through the air.
Desmond barely had time to process what happened before a massive figure leaped from the trees, colliding with the vampire and sending them both crashing into the dirt.
A werewolf.
Snarling and covered in dark fur, the beast towered over Desmond. Its glowing eyes locked onto the vampire, who hissed in annoyance.
"This isn't over," the vampire muttered, his gaze shifting between Desmond and the werewolf. He stepped back into the shadows, disappearing as quickly as he had appeared.
Silence followed. The werewolf turned to Desmond, its heavy breaths filling the space between them.
Then, just as suddenly, it bolted into the forest.
Desmond was left standing there, his heart pounding.
First vampires. Now werewolves.
His world had just gotten a whole lot bigger.