Michael Smits grew up not to far from Forks, Washington, living on the outskirts of Port Angeles. He lived there until he was about 15, when his parents decided that they would move after he finished his freshman year in high school…. He had already made plenty of friends at school, and had a great social life, but his parents figured moving away from the city to a smaller town would help his grades go from B's to straight A's. They hired a moving company to come pack their things and moved them south, to the northern part of California to a town called Hilt. Michael finished the rest of his high school years with straight A's in his Softmore, Junior, and Senior years.
He had received offers to attend colleges for his, as the letters put it, ability for a very promising future… Michael, having no intention of attending big famous college, refused the college offers much to his parents dismay… Instead of going on to become some high-end lawyer, he began applying in an online college planning to master in Computer Networking, and minoring in both Computer Tech and Computer Forensics. He was doing well in school, having already completed half of his four year plan.
Michael's birthday was three days away, and the family was packing to go on a five day camping trip in the Olympic Forest, that would start on Monday the 4th of June, and end on Friday the 8th.. His birthday would land directly in the middle of the trip, landing on Wednesday the 6th. He was excited, not because he was already guaranteed to get drunk, thanks to his friends that were already 21, but because he loved the outdoors. He loved exploring and being able to smell the clean air and sweet scents that nature produced…
It was the first day of the trip, and they were all having a good laugh over his father trying to set up the tent, and failing horribly. Finally Michael felt pity for his dad and finally decided to help him, getting the tent up in less than five minutes, his dad mumbling something about already having it set up… They had hotdogs for dinner that night and for dessert the all time classing campfire treat, Smores! They all felt tired so they headed to each other tents and fell asleep to the sound of a lone wolf howling to the crescent moon.
It was the second day, of the camping trip and the family, besides his mother who just wanted to take pictures, were playing a game of catch with a baseball and everyone but the dad seemed to be a bad catch and getting pegged by the baseball by a fast throw… so it seemed anyway. They were all having fun when they heard the rolling thunder as the stopped throwing the ball, the rain relentlessly pouring onto them, and they all laughing at the mom, who quickly went inside to grab a raincoat, cursing at how fast it was raining, and the dad who quickly went to calm down the mother.The boys grabbed the foot ball, and decided to play some football, The two youngest, another boy and Michael, against the oldest, they played for about a hour when the rain stopped…
They all went and removed their muddy shirts and wrapped themselves in some dry towels, laughing at the oldest as he had fallen in so much mud, that even though he had a shirt on, he was still caked in mud. It looked like it wasn't going to start raining for some time again so dad made hamburgers that night, and they fell asleep again, listening to the howl of the wolf..
It was his birthday, June 6, 2006, and he was up before dawn, planning on taking a walk by himself. He had found a sturdy long stick and went on walking, using the stick to check for spots that might cause him harm by slipping… So using the walking stick he began on the walk, the sky hardly light enough to see ten ft in front of him, but was good enough for him. He walked through the trees, marking his path with lime green tape on one out of three trees. He had stopped using the stick to walk over the flat ground he was on now when his foot caught under the root protruding from the ground. His body fell to the soft dirt, his arms covering his face as fell forward, landing next to a very prickly bush he gently moved himself away from the bush before attempting to move his foot wincing as he did so, obviously having twisted or sprained his ankle.
He got the stick and stood it up straight, and then using the he got up and balanced putting his weight on his good foot and the stick. He heard the howl of the wolf they had heard before and jumped, having not heard it so close before, he landed on his bad foot and fell backwards, cursing loudly as he landed on the thorn bush, he felt the thorns in his back, and felt the blood trickling along his skin, He carefully pulled himself up and bit his bottom lip to stop from cursing again. He heard foot steps and turned to look where the sound came from, then he heard footsteps around him, and couldn't turn fast enough to keep pace. Finally someone stepped out in front of him, and with no sunlight, the vampire looked normal. He sighed "Thank god, Do you think you could help me back to my campsite?" he asked the man, who just seemed to smirk and advance on Michael.
+++ This is MY interpretation of how a transformation would go. No hard facts are produced about how a transform goes with a werewolf, I figured it would be the same. +++ The vampire stopped and let out a growl and lowered into a crouch looking as if he was about to jump towards Michael. He had seen him in the air for a split second before a black furred wolf collided with his body in mid air, sending both the wolf and the vampire into the tree. He had no idea at the time what was going on and thinking the man was being attacked by an oversized wolf, he went to try to hit the wolf with the stick, only for him to be gone the next second. He quickly dismissed the thought as he watched as the two fought at incredible speeds. When he went to start moving to leave, he gasped as the man appeared directly between him and the wolf . Then was gone in the next second, leaving a wolf, in mid-air, heading straight for him, He attempted to move but the wolf was already to close and he screamed out in pain, feeling the wolf latch onto his arm, and then release, going back after the man, leaving Michael laying there with his arm burning from the infectious venom of the werewolf…
Michael tried to get up but the fact that due to the impact the stick he had been using was to hold him up on his right side, and the fact the his right arm was now burning, not to mention the fact that his vision had started to dim and slowly become black, the last image he saw was of the werewolf ripping off the mans arm. Michael then lost consciousness as the venom slowly started infecting his blood..
Michael awoke with a groan, he heard the low murmur of what sounded like the abc13 news anchor. He went to sit up when he heard to door open, he looked the male over quickly as he approached…The man apologized and intorduced himself as Kyle Smith, and Michael ofcourse introduced himself. They started talking and Michael asked the basic questions, such as 'Why am I here? How did I get here' ect. Kyle stoppped him before he asked more questions and began explaining what he was and what he had done to Michael. He also explained about vampires, werewolves, and the shifters. He also explained that he would not be able to return to his family…
It took some-time, but eventually Michael gave up on denying it and began to work with Kyle on controling it. Kyle often praised him on the fact that he was able to learn so quickly, even though Michael still lost control of himself sometimes and shifted into his werewolf form. He worked with Kyle for six months, and the two had become good friends. Michael had come to learn that they were on the far side of the Olympic Forest, and Michael had also planned a route to get to Forks and took it, figuring once he got there, he could find more answers than Kyle was willing to give there.*END*
