Red Moon: Revolution Chapter 16

"Send everything!" Trevor couldn't hear the source of the panicked, crazed voice, filled with terror. He could however, smell the source. It smelled sweet, ripe with fear, it was alluring to him.

There was the pitter patter of steps of someone running away. The scent was in the direction of the sound of running. Everything was dark, he could only rely on his smell. There was sweat, blood, so many smells that called to him. They were all so sweet to him.

"Oh, god. What have we done." The person who was afraid was muttering to himself somewhere to the front. His breathing was raspy, rapid. Trevor could hear his heart beating rapidly in his chest as it tried to supply oxygen rich blood to his muscles. All that blood, flesh, food. "Open up." The man was handling something metal. A chain?  A lock? Trevor couldn't tell, he wasn't even sure what those things were.

Food.

There was another smell closer of blood, fresh meat. He could taste it as well, already in his mouth. He was hungry, so very hungry so he ignored the other prey and went to this new tantalizing smell.

The ground was wet and sticky, but warm with freshness. The smell grew stronger more alluring, all the more inviting to Trevor. He bit into the new smell. It tasted as good as it smelled as a warm, wet mass filled his mouth. It was so sweet, so good. He wanted more.

He bit, swallowed over and over, not caring to swallow. It all went down his throat. He felt himself grow stronger and stronger, but he was still hungry when all of the food was gone. He needed more.

"No!" The prey cried out from somewhere. "Why did we lock the doors?" He was panicked, fleeing... from Trevor. He was prey, Trevor was predator. The predator was hungry.

Trevor got down low, relying on his smell and hearing to guide him to the target. He couldn't see him, all was dark, but he didn't need sight, he knew exactly where the prey was.

"Get away!" The prey screamed out, presumably at Trevor who ignored it. "Fuck." He yelled out and turned to run. He was so loud, a beacon for Trevor to follow, to hunt down. He followed for only a moment before lunging out.

There was a loud cry as Trevor bit into something soft with a hard center. It crunched in his mouth, gave way and tore. There was another cry and a guttural gurgle as the prey ran off again. Trevor let him run, he had more food which he devoured quickly in three bites. He was still so hungry, hungry enough that he licked the sweet liquid off of the floor before going after the man again. He was wounded now and the predator was still hungry.

Trevor's eyes snapped open. He was breathing hard and his skin felt cold. The man sat up, pulling himself away from the embrace of the larger man next to him who rolled over to his side now that his prize was no longer in his grasp. Trevor slowly got up and out of the bed before he went over to the restroom.

The lights hurt his eyes and it took a moment to adjust, but not before a massive pressure behind his eyes threatened to split his head open. Trevor clutched his head in his hands as the pressure built up, nearly to the point of being debilitating before subsiding away to a dull pulsing throb around his temples and ears. It scared the man. He had never experienced this before and the dream. It was sickening to him. It felt so real, so vivid as if it was a memory, not some fabrication of his scared mind. Maybe it was a memory. He had lost some of his memories when in Russia. He didn't want them to be real.

Trevor looked up at his reflection. He looked normal, a little clammy, but normal. He opened his mouth, inspected his teeth. He had large canines that made him almost appear vampiric. It was a staunch reminder to him of what he was now. He was a werewolf, but one that had no memory of what had happened when he was a wolf.

He did remember coming out of his first and only transformation years ago. He woke up in the woods, surrounded by blood, not his blood, but the blood of something else. He never learned where it came from and he had been afraid that he had killed and eaten someone, a human being. The thought sent waves of nausea through his body and Trevor retched into the sink. He hadn't eaten in awhile so only some water came up.

He breathed heavily and wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand. This was real now. He knew it was all real, but it was just hitting him now. He was fleeing the country in the company of two werewolves. He was a werewolf. There would be people out to kill him. He retched again.

With this realization came another one. He had been doing all he could to avoid another change. He feared what would happen if he did lose control again. In the relative calm that was Seattle, that was easy. Now, there would be people out for him. He couldn't prevent it anymore, if he were to be shot at, his heart rate went up and he became too excited too fast... It would be a disaster. He couldn't let that happen, if something did happen, Trevor needed to be in control, he needed to learn how to control his ability rather than shun it.

Trevor spent another minute in the bathroom where he washed away the little bit of vomit that came up. He splashed some water on his face and then went back to bed. It was still pretty late, or rather early and he needed his strength.

He slid in back under the covers and sensing the shift in the mattress as well as the return of a familiar smell, Dmitri wrapped his arms back around Trevor.

Trevor was too deep in thought to think about the thick arms that were protectively around him. He thought back to the dream that had woken him. As much as he wanted to deny that it was real, it was real. It was a memory, or rather, a fragment of what had happened that had been buried for years. What else would come back? Would his old feelings for this man next to him come back? There was really no way of telling except through waiting.

Trevor sighed and closed his eyes. If more memories came back, he was ready.

The morning came too fast for Trevor who woke up still tired. No new memories came back during the night, instead the same one replayed in his head over and over, waking him two more times before it was the rusting of Dmitri that woke him up.

"Good morning." Dmitri smiled, happy that he had finally got to spend a full night with his mate after two long years of separation. It left him feeling energetic, giddy and slightly horny. He pushed the last part away, but just because Rommel was in the room and the two ex-Inquisition agents were on the other side of the wall.

"Uhnn." Trevor replied, rubbing his eyes.

"Bad night?" Dmitri wondered if he was the cause of the bad night's rest. He had been clingy through the night. He just couldn't help it.

"Yeah." He stretched his arms over his head and yawned.  The dreams were more vivid each time. The second time, he could hear more in the surroundings. There were more people, he was aware of that, but didn't care. The sounds echoed more as well, he was inside of a building of some sorts. The third time, he could see a little and to his dismay, he was eating a person, or part of a person.

The corpse was already partially eaten, by him. It was headless, its chest open and guts everywhere. He was so hungry each time, felt as if he was going to starve to death and that overrode any sort of repulsion he had at the moment. He couldn't get himself to stop eating, licking up the blood and then eventually tearing off the other person's arm and consuming that. The fourth time, he noticed himself in a mirror that was laying in what was a warehouse of some sort. He never stuck around to look at it, it was a memory, not a dream to control, but every time he was forced to relive the memory, he paid more attention.

He was a wolf, a massive wolf with fur that was a deep, dark auburn that was streaked in blood. His whole body was covered in blood, the blood of his first victim who after losing his arm, manages to get out of the building and he always followed him out. The memory ended there each time.

"You alright." Dmitri sat down next to Trevor on the edge of the bed after he had sat there, staring at the opposite wall for too long. Trevor was pale, not at all looking healthy.

"I'm fffffff" He began to speak when another massive headache hit him. He clutched his head, pulling at his hair and collapsing on the ground. Dmitri was right next to him.

Trevor couldn't hear what Dmitri was saying. Rommel jumped out of bed, the two humans came running into the room. Banks was in his boxers and Adornato was in shorts.

"What's wrong with him?!" Dmitri yelled unnecessarily loud at Rommel who was cradling Trevor's head. He was bleeding from his ears. It was not a good sign. Trevor needed a doctor.

Rommel turned to the Banks. "Your ship isn't going to be fast enough. We need to get him to Berlin fast." He then shifted his gaze to Dmitri. "I don't know what's going on, but he's a wolf, he'll live." He said that even though he wasn't so sure himself. Trevor was now foaming a little at the mouth as his body went rigid, tensing up all at once. It was a seizure of some sort.

Banks and Adornato hesitated before returning to their room.

It was a terrifying two minutes for everyone until Trevor's seizure came to an end.

"Trevor." Dmitri had taken over cradling Trevor, making sure he didn't hurt himself. "Can you hear me?"

Trevor looked up. The headache was gone, the moment had passed. "I." He took a labored breath. He felt like crawling back in bed and going right back to sleep. "I remember."

"Remember what?" Rommel asked.

"The warehouse where I first killed." He wasn't entirely lucid at the moment. The ordeal had taken a lot out of him and he was struggling to form words. "There was so much blood, a body, a man which I killed..." He paused. "Ate and the other one. I took his arm and he ran."

Rommel didn't know what he was talking about, but Dmitri did. He remembered that day when he and the Alpha had gone looking for Trevor after he had disappeared. Police had surrounded the warehouse. A man had come screaming out of the building with one arm and then collapsed dead. People had gone out to go care for him, but had been scattered when a red wolf came out of the building, Trevor had come out. He was feral at that point, nothing more than a large, angry animal that ended up putting the entire city on high alert and actually being a spark for many packs to rise up. He had killed the man and devoured another one inside along with several deer.

"You remember?"

Trevor nodded his head. "Just the warehouse." He tried to sit up, but the blood rushed from his head and he had to stop. "I..." The memory flooded his head and Trevor's stomach turned inside out. He could still taste the iron rich blood in his mouth. In the memory it was as good as honey, now it was something to torment him.

"You need to rest." Rommel said and then got up and walked into the other room to check on the others. They were arguing.

"The boat is the safest." Adornato said. "It's all set and if we change now, people will notice."

"People have already noticed." Banks was seated at the back table with the laptop that was opened to an Inquisition page. "They have the entire west coast locked down." He saw Rommel come in and he pointed at him more forcefully than he intended to. "Look, we've done what we can for you. We have no love for our employers, but we don't exactly know you enough to be risking our lives for you anymore."

Adornato was staring at him, mouth agape. "Are you out of your mind? The reason why we aren't already dead is because we said we would come with him. Walking away breaks whatever unwritten contract was made back at the house."

"He's bluffing." He stared at Rommel. "I know my history. Rommel wasn't a man who executed people. He was a reasonable person and if this being is really Rommel..." He let the words hang before him. He was sweating on the inside.

Rommel raised an eyebrow. "I was also a person who sent thousands to their deaths. I sent young, brave men to fight and die, knowing that they would not come back. I am no stranger to killing, being responsible for death."

Banks' finger fell slightly, but he kept his demeanor. This was the gutsiest thing he had ever done, essentially daring a werewolf to kill him on the hope that the werewolf, the beast on top of the food chain, wouldn't on some seventy year old principle.

The two glared at each other and then Rommel relented. "I won't kill you." His shoulder's slumped. Never did he ever think that he was going to be called out like that by what he had originally assumed to be a pair of spineless men who would roll over and expose their bellies at the first sign of trouble. The stress of this all had been too much for them and they had to break at some point. "I still need a way to Berlin fast."

"Airports are only under tighter scrutiny." Banks said triumphantly. He had never felt so alive. "Flights won't stop. It's just harder to get out without the Inquisition knowing. I can get you tickets, but that's it. We're done after this. We won't turn you in, we owe them nothing, but we don't want to be part of this war."

"Fine. Get us a flight to Berlin in San Francisco as soon as you can."

The deal was made and soon it was all done. Banks and Adornato packed their things and left. Just like that they were gone.

"You should have let me get rid of them." Dmitri scorned while he handed a glass of water to Trevor who was now feeling better, but was still shaky.

"I'm a man of my word."

"Doesn't mean they are." Dmitri was angry. He felt that as soon as the two could, they would turn around and stab them in the back to cover for themselves. "How long before  a guardian comes knocking? How long before we're hunted down?"

"That's enough out of you." Rommel growled and Dmitri fell silent. He had never seen Rommel mad and Dmitri wasn't sure if he was willing to push to old wolf any more. "What's done is done. There will be peril in the future, but there always will be."

"If there's going to be trouble." Trevor said and got their attention. He put the glass of water down. "Then I need to learn how to control myself." He held up his hands, imagining them as the paws that could tear a man in half. "I don't want to relive that warehouse again. I need to be able to control myself."

"Not with that seizure you had." Rommel replied. "Something is going on in your head and I fear that pushing you at all, even to try and train you is not feasible at the moment." He turned and picked up his bag. "We need to get back to Berlin first and then we'll discuss training."