How Fane Came to be: 2/2

Fane was making us way to the commotion at the end of the village. He heard the screams and cries of the villagers but what intrigued him was the sounds of roars and the flashes of lights from their eyes. It felt like he had some sort of connection to them.

'You feel that because you are their superior, you are their GOD. You bow to no one Fane… Hopefully in due time to not even me' the voice in his head echoed. The partially turned wolves were tearing through the people. They didn't leave anyone from being a victim. A young boy about the age of 5 was racing to find his family.

Boy: "Where are they?!"

The boy screamed as he continued to run through the middle of the carnage. A group of 3 wolves caught his retreating figure and took off after him. Fane watched from the shadows as they threw the boy to the ground. No words came from the group just the sounds of them growling as their eyes shined bright blue. As the biggest of the three grew tired of the games just swung his claw down at the boy. But for some reason his arm just completely stopped. " What is going on!?" He shouted. He looked at his hand and two shadow tendrils had grabbed him from the ground. Fane finally made his presence known as he slowly stepped out of the alley. The 3 looked at the new comer cautiously. Their senses were blaring at them to use all of their speed and strength to run away. But as the first of the 3 moved to take off; Fane had already used his vampire speed and blurred behind her. Fane reached out grabbed her by the hair and sunk his fang into her neck. After he drank her dry he blurred behind the biggest one. The partially turned wolf had just enough time to turn his head to see Fane reach into his chest and rip out his heart. As the previously beating heart fell to the ground Fane had already finished attacking the third and ripping his head off. The boy that was on the ground could only watch in terror. Fane wiped the blood off his mouth and hands. "Run and find your family… Stay in the shadows and you'll be safe." Was all Fane said as he starting walking back to what now looked like a grave yard.

The last of the human army was being finished off by the Alpha. He grabbed the last human and with his claws, slit the man throat. As the Alpha dropped him to the cold ground he asked. "He that the last of this village?" He heard a grunt that confirmed that it was. He smiled with a blood thirsty grin. "I was gonna try to recruit here but I couldn't stop myself from slaughtering them all." He then turned to his pack that had all returned to him and roared.

*ROAR*

The pack in turn roared back.

Fane had finally made it to the field where the wolves were celebrating their massacre of the villagers. Fane looked at the with a straight deadpan look. He Stuck his hand and arm into the shadows and pulled out the heart that he had dropped from the alley way with the boy. He smirked, pulled his arm back and threw it at incredible speed. The heart smacked the Alpha werewolf in the back of the head. Shining red eyes snapped over to him. "Who dares to make a mockery of me?!" He roared. Fane just slowly started to walk towards the pack. After the first step every wolf in the pack including the Alpha took a step back. They had never felt like they were being hunted by a predator before. "Get him now!" The alpha roared. The pack listened to their alpha unfortunately for them. Fane formed a spear from the shadows and threw it pinning 5 wolves to a tree. The shadow spears dispersed and they fell dead. Another group of wolves jumped at Fane but after snatching their hearts, snapping necks, and draining off all blood. The pack was now down to just 10 including the Alpha. Fane with a blood soaked smile came nose to nose with the Alpha of the pack. The 9 remaining wolves now shaking and cowering in fear could not move. The Alpha went to speak but before a word could escape his lips Fane vamp sped behind him and stabbed his fangs into his neck and before he could react; not a drop of blood was left in his body. Fane, whose eyes were burning a crimson red, released the ex-alphas body in front of the remaining wolves. They whimpered as Fane turned to them. "I left you all alive for a reason. The wolves should be in every part of the world not just here. All of you leave here, go your separate ways and make packs in different parts of the world." With that Fane turned to leave. "Who are you?" The only lady wolf remaining in the pack. Fane simply answered: "I'm your GOD, but I'm called Fane…" and he blurred away.

Fane continued to live in the shadows while the supernatural world grew along Side the human world. Whispers of his name and accomplishments were made through the world. Many wars were won, empires were built and fell just because of him. Many referred to him as END, the devil, and the god of the supernatural. But Fane was ready for a new adventure….