[ WP ] Every once in a while , all the supernatural families in town get together to celebrate another successful year undiscovered . This year , the werewolves are hosting . Tell me a story about the dinner .

`` For miles all around, there is nothing,'' said Jonathan as they walked up the cracked, cobblestone path. Dark, sablewood trees loomed over him and his partner like monsters as they climbed up the hill. The only light there was to be had was from the full moon up above, and yet the shadows were sinister, moving and dancing almost of their own volition around the pair and they valiantly continued onward. 
 
 A bit of spiderweb caught on Jonathan's face and he grimaced, whipping it off with an annoyed snarl on his face. He spat. 
 
 `` Miles and miles and *miles* of nothing but trees, trees, and more trees,'' he growled. `` Why could n't these damn furries book a hotel like the boogeymen?'' 
 
 His partner had been silent for the entirety of the hike. Jonathan peered over at her and glared. Had to set him up with the new girl, huh? They send him out to exterminate a nest of baddies and they do n't even have the decency to send him with someone he trusts. This was the last time he took another job from those fanatics. 
 
 He let out a loud sigh. 
 
 They trudged up the hill in silence for a good half an hour. Near the top, closest to the moon, that's where they lay. That's what the Director had said. Jonathan wondered what he'd find. A carnivorous cavern? An tremendous tower? A dingy den? 
 
 The pair stepped out from under the shade of the forest and found themselves in a clearing. Light- the clear, calm light of the full moon- shone down upon the clearing they stood in. The cobblestones path wound up, up and up until it met the porch of a small, quaint little home. It was tiny. Brick of pink and red formed together with wood to make the little thing. Small, dainty windows glowed yellow with life from the inside. A tiny little chimney stuck out of the roof, little puffs of smoke trailing out to meet the full moons gaze. 
 
 Jonathan arched a brow. 
 
 `` They said there should be only two left, is that right?'' 
 
 Out of the corner of his vision, he saw his partner slowly nod. He grunted in agreement. 
 
 `` Then this should be easy. Stand back a bit, would you?'' 
 
 Jonathan violently opened his leather trench coat, and pulled out a silver chain about the length of his arm and the thickness of his little finger. He took a breath, and his eyes shone of amber for a breath of a second, and suddenly the chain had disappeared. In its place, a Tommy gun. 
 
 His partner eyed him a moment and let out a sigh. 
 
 `` I had figured you brash enough that your chain would be something so... *boyish, *'' she said with a disdainful laugh. Jonathan glared at her. 
 
 `` What have you got for yours, then? A doll?'' 
 
 She covered her mouth with her hand and let out a giggle. She parted her jacket just a bit, showing just the pommel of a dagger sticking out from her hip. 
 
 He rolled his eyes. `` Silent-type indeed. You do n't know the first thing about this guys, do you? You do n't want to get in a close combat fight with this fuckers. That's like, lycanthropy 101. I'd stay silent and stay back if I were you; your shit attitude will only eat away at your lovely—'' 
 
 She shot her hand up at Jonathan, interrupting him, and whipped her head around to her left. Jonathan's lips curled into a snarl. `` What was that you witch? I thought we'd exterminated the lot of them but here I see one before me with my own eyes!'' 
 
 She cast him an annoyed look and nudged her head towards the trees. He followed her gaze. 
 
 `` What is it? What do you see?'' 
 
 She remained silent for a good, long time. Then he said, `` They're here.'' 
 
 Her face scrunched up. `` Multiple.'' 
 
 Jonathan gave her a level look. `` Both of them? None are in the house?'' 
 
 `` No, more...'' she put a few fingers to her right ear, focusing. Jonathan watched as her gaze grew darker. 
 
 `` More, more, more...'' 
 
 Her eyes grew hard. 
 
 `` Dozens.'' 
 
 `` Dozens!? What in the world do you-'' 
 
 A hand closed around Jonathan's shoulder, and a cold voice pierced the clearing. 
 
 `` *Oh, * how I've been handed a treat this evening.'' 
 
 Jonathan tilted his gaze just a bit, and it felt on a claw-like, yet delicate pale hand. The hand extended into an equally pale arm, which met a beautiful, curved figure covered by a shimmering, yet dark-as-night dress. Equally dark lips curled into a smile, equally shimmering teeth even paler than her skin. A set of fangs glared at him. 
 
 `` Mar-Margaret?'' 
 
 `` Oh how I knew my husband would returned one day,'' the mysterious figure lamented. `` Oh how I knew one day he would put away his silver badge, and embrace our gift.'' 
 
 Her amber eyes held his gaze lovingly, but for a moment. 
 
 `` But you're here for them, are n't you,'' she said, nodded over into the trees, where yellow eyes gleamed. `` A shame.'' 
 
 `` Why are you he-'' 
 
 A pale, beautiful hand lashed out and slapped Jonathan's face. A crunching sound pierced the clearing, and he flew to the ground like a limp doll. 
 
 `` Oh how I hoped you would accept me, after then. But you *haven't*, have you? You despise our kind.'' 
 
 `` You're not... one of them...'' Jonathan moaned. He was answered with the dagger of her heel. 
 
 `` But I am,'' she said softly. `` You saw what they did; what they did to me. You let it happen. And then you *left*.'' She landed a kick in his gut. 
 
 `` No...'' he spat blood with his words. `` I did n't...'' 
 
 `` And now it's going to happen *again, *'' she snarled, landing another kick. She cast a look at his partner, crouched against a tree with fear pressed against her face. She smirked. 
 
 `` And *again, *'' she said with another kick, `` you will do *nothing*.'' She dug the dagger of her heel deep into his stomach. Jonathan cried out in pain. 
 
 Her snarl suddenly disappeared, replaced with a lovely smile, and turned back toward the yellow eyes. She curtsied. 
 
 `` I thank you, dear friends, for your gift. How about we toy with them with the rest of our company? Over wine.'' She looked at the house. `` Our dinner has only just begun.'' 
 
 
 
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 Thanks for reading, comments/critique on the story and my writing are welcome! 
 
 -wedontbuildL
