Bloody Revenge

"When? How? Why?" Three questions escaped Zeeve's mouth. Patty didn't look at him, just stared straight at the tombstone. "It's already 21 years, since I was left alone in this world. They attempt to rob him,... two men. He was hit and fell unconscious. Nobody helped him in time and after a week of struggling the doctors turned off his life support. They caught the perpetrators, but... those men never went to jail for that."

Zeev was already shaking. He felt wonky on his feet, so he got into a squat holding his head. He couldn't comprehend why he never noticed. In his mind, he was trying to put together all the "puzzle" pieces. That's the reason they stopped visiting the mountains so frequently, why he never saw him again, why Patty's scent was so weak and full of desperation.

He wanted to repay him, but Zeev failed miserably. His palms slipped from his hair onto his face. Guilt was overflowing his body. He glimpsed at Patty, but she still was focusing on the grave. Zeev stood up and laid his arms around her shoulders and kissed her head.

"From now on, I will never leave you alone and always protect you. You never will have a reason for crying. I am here for you. I am sorry I couldn't protect your family at that time." She reached out and held him on his elbow. "How could you even protect my family? At that time, you were still a kid living alone in the forest." Zeev looked away. "No matter that. At that age, I was strong enough to fight with mere humans. Now I understand everything..."

At home they didn't talk much, just snuggled in bed together and fell asleep. The next morning Zeev woke up alone. Patty was already at work. He was walking in the empty apartment, which once belonged to his savior. He had to find those men and make them PAY! Revenge was the only thing he could think of. He had to convince Patty to give him enough pieces of information about them and then he would go for a "walk".

Zeev was waiting for her impatiently to return from work. Sitting in the living room looking out of the balcony, tapping his foot on the wooden floor. The keys in the door rang and announced Patty's return. Zeev perked up. Now he had to bring up that topic somehow.

Patty refreshed herself in the bathroom, reheated her dinner, and ate it silently in melancholy. "How do you feel? Still thinking about your father?" She nodded. "Did you ever learn the names of those men?" She put her spoon down. "Of course, they both were from this same village and they both lived nearby. Not anymore, later they both disappeared into thin air. It was for the best,... every time I saw them it was like a knife twisting in my heart and guts."

Zeev fidgeted with his fingers. "And what are their names?" Patty got suspicious. "Why are you asking? What are you going to do, if I tell you." He looked away and out of the window. He was ready to lie to her, but couldn't look her into the eyes at the same time. "I am just curious... I want to know the whole truth. Make a picture in my head from all the facts." She took the bait and told him. He was ready, just needed to ask around, find them, and then go after them.

In a week's time, he knew, where they were located. Lucky for him, they both lived not far from each other. One night he waited till Patty was sleeping and went outside. He was blinded by anger and hatred. He had to make them pay for what they did to Patty, but also to him... In his mind, he hoped to grow up and join Patty's family, to have some kind of parent again, but his vision was shattered by that ice-cold truth. He counted it as another of his personal tragedies.

It was 1 a.m. when he stalked the house of the first one. The family was still up drinking and being noisy. Zeev changed into his werewolf form and on all four busted the front door and ran inside. He attacked them one by one, till only the murderer was left in the bedroom hiding. He could smell a mix of fear, urine, and alcohol.

The thin wooden door flew apart and Zeev didn't kill him right away. He was slowly biting his body to make the experience more painful. A quick death would be too nice for that asshole. He used his claws to tear his insides open. Zeev turned into his human form, sat down in the dirty armchair, and watched him bleed to death. The iron smell of blood tingled in his nose and was satisfied with the first one.

After he was clearly dead, Zeev relocated to the second one. He was a loner, living poorly in a hovel. Zeev didn't need to put any pressure on the door, it fell out of the hinges. The old man saw Zeev out of the window by chance and was ready to put up a fight.

He could land few blows with a wooden stick in Zeeve's face. That made him only more angry. At first, he tore off the man's right arm at the shoulder, then the left. Zeev didn't stop and continued with his legs. Like a kid who is tearing off legs from an insect.

Again changed into a human and sat down to watch. Unbelievable relief flooded Zeeve's body. This is how it would feel, if he knew the names of the killers, who murdered his parents and would take revenge. That taste made him thirsty to find out their identities.

On the way home he washed off the blood in the nearest river. A little beat up, he returned home to Patty. Zeev fell into the bed next to her. He was focusing on her sleepy face, laid his hand over hers, and fell asleep.