Colt Winchester

He had actually let Richard build him the treehouse. After all, the Wolves, Leopards and Vamps were around more than his own parents. It was where he currently sat, his sister and Aunt were puttering around in the house planning a party. Like he wanted to play stupid games. His sister could have the normal life, he didn't like it.

Jumping down from the deck of the house, landing in a low crouch three feet down, the young boy walked into the woods grumbling a little as he searched out a good place to practice throwing his knife.

Wasn't like he'd be needed in planning things. His sister was the popular one. He took after his uncle a little more than his dad, except when it came to preparing for hunts. He loved the research part.

"They both were supposed to be here by now." He scowled, his mom was supposed to be coming back from over seas where she was working as a medic. She still hunted, but the job was one she couldn't pass up. All of the victims of a plague happening in South East Asia had been shifters, a whole clan oclan of Tigers had been wiped out, as well as a few Bears.

So far it hadn't made it's way state side, but all the shifters in St. Louis were on edge each time that Sarah had checked in. They had found out that she was immune to the lycanthropy strains, which with her training, made her a valuable asset to all of them.

His dad and uncle hadn't been seen in a while, though they had gotten a call while he and his sister were in school. Trin had left it on the machine for them to hear. His dad had promised to be home for a week at least. And that was three days ago.

They were a day late.

Colt sat up on the porch of his aunt's house, his parents were supposed to be back from a hunt two days ago.  He sighed closing his eyes.  They were still late.  He hated the worrying.  It would be a while before he could join them.

Made things worse with it being the night of a full moon.  His aunt would be with the others.  His sister was already asleep, curled up on the couch.  They both knew that their babysitter for the night was nearby, he usually didn't come in until full dark.  Colt also knew that his uncle hated the idea of a vampire watching out for him and his twin sister, but someone who knew about his family was better than involving some innocent.

Sipping at his coke he watched fireflies dance along the grass. 

Finishing off the bottle of soda he got up heading back inside the house, stopping at the couch to drape a blanket over his sister and turn off the TV.  She had fallen asleep watching some Disney cartoon.

I should call them, see where they are.  I mean Dad and I... We were supposed to go to the lake tomorrow.  He'll probably forget.  He had made his way to the kitchen, dropping off the empty bottle and moved a chair to the counter so he could climb up and get the box of cookies from the top of the fridge. 

There was the sound of the front door opening and closing.  Colt dropped down from his perch, snagging a knife from the drawer. 

"It's me."  

The knife went back away.  "Little late tonight aren't you?"  He smiled as he went to give his Aunt's boss a hug. 

"There was something I had to tend to.  You should be in bed."

"I can't sleep.  Just worried.  You know how I get with the full moon when they're away.  At least I know Mom's with Dad and my Uncle.  If anything happens she'll patch them up."

His companion smiled a little as he took a seat at the table.  "Do you want me to make dinner?"

"A vampire that cooks."  Colt shook his head laughing.  "It's okay.  We ate before our aunt left to meet up with the others."  He held up the cookies.  "Besides, got a snack."