Jett had made his decision. He'd bought high-end glamour to change his appearance before hitting up the normie world. Back where it all began.
Arizona was hot as fuck, but at least he didn't have to go out to some bullshit reserve. Those memories would have been worse, but that didn't mean he liked this place any better.
Jett thought the saddest part was how easy it had been finding out where his aunt lived with her children and husband. How pitiful. The Skinwalker wondered if she ever thought of him. Was she afraid? Did she believe in the legends? She'd always been a skeptic, unlike him and his family.
Maybe she assumed it was Jett's love for the supernatural that had led him to murder his entire family and flee somewhere unknown all those years ago. It had been twelve years now; he figured she'd have chalked it up to an unfortunate incident -- but not magic. What an idiot.
It wasn't that Jett hated his aunt, her husband, or her children, it was that he had plans. Things he needed to do and that required more strength than he had. He needed more blood. More of his blood. Her disbelief would just make it easier to kill her and her family.
Not that Jett believed she'd have recognized him without glamour (they hadn't visited often), but he wasn't willing to take the chance. He knew from intensive research (which just meant long hours of cyber stalking) her husband's work schedule. The whole family would be home by eight. The kids got off school at two and three, respectively, she was a stay at home mom, and her husband was back in time for dinner.
Jett was prepared and scoping the family's home by six on the dot. Two hours before the husband was supposed to get back if all things went accordingly.
Jett shifted into his dog form after ensuring no one was looking and jumped over the fence that led to their backyard. He barked as merrily as he could, catching the attention of the youngest boy who'd been watching TV in the living room.
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Bobby, the 13 year old boy who had been watching the television, heard the barking almost immediately. He cocked his brow and turned to the sliding glass doors that lead to the backyard. His eyes widened, but not from fear, no... The boy was excited.
Bobby had wanted a dog for years, but his parents, Martha and Daniel, were far too stingy, never thinking that he and his sister Jennifer, were up to the task of taking care of one, let alone the expense. He ran to the doors and got down on his knees, looking the dog right in the eyes, "Oh man... This is awesome..." Bobby muttered before calling for his sister who was upstairs. "Jenny! Quick, come down here!"
The older girl, Jennifer, was not enthused to be bothered by her younger brother. She and Bobby had always gotten along when they were younger, but as she had just turned 16 and started making some new friends, her attitude towards her brother shifted to a more common dynamic. She was staring at her phone, texting her new boyfriend when she heard the excited call from her sibling, "What is it Bobby? I'm busy!"
"It's a dog!" Bobby called back, "Outside, in the backyard!" While Jenny wasn't much to show her excitement over petty things these days, a dog was a desire that she shared with her brother. "What?!" she called back, jumping up from the bed and bounding downstairs. There she saw him, the beautiful black dog beyond the glass. "O.M.G. He is so adorable!" she squealed, running up next to her brother to get a closer look.
Martha was cooking spaghetti in the kitchen when she heard all the commotion. She sighed and was about to yell at the kids to keep it down when she heard 'dog'. She put down her stirring spoon and moved to the living room to see what her kids were talking about, just in time to see Bobby moving to open the door. "Bobby, don't you dare!" she called out, her tone stern. Bobby stopped cold, not even thinking about the fact that he had just announced the dog's presence within earshot of his mother. "But mom... He's so friendly lookin'!" he replied while his sister turned to look at their mother, "He's cute too, come look and see!" "Cute? Friendly, rabid more like it." Martha snarled, walking over to get a look at the dog.
Martha stared Jett in the eyes for a long moment. For some reason, this dog seemed familiar. It was an odd feeling to have, considering she had never seen the beast before. "I really should be calling animal control. How did he even get in our backyard?" Her tone had let up a bit, having become somewhat bewildered by the dog's gaze.
Bobby had wanted a dog for years, but his parents, Martha and Daniel, were far too stingy, never thinking that he and his sister Jennifer, were up to the task of taking care of one, let alone the expense. He ran to the doors and got down on his knees, looking the dog right in the eyes, "Oh man... This is awesome..." Bobby muttered before calling for his sister who was upstairs. "Jenny! Quick, come down here!"
The older girl, Jennifer, was not enthused to be bothered by her younger brother. She and Bobby had always gotten along when they were younger, but as she had just turned 16 and started making some new friends, her attitude towards her brother shifted to a more common dynamic. She was staring at her phone, texting her new boyfriend when she heard the excited call from her sibling, "What is it Bobby? I'm busy!"
"It's a dog!" Bobby called back, "Outside, in the backyard!" While Jenny wasn't much to show her excitement over petty things these days, a dog was a desire that she shared with her brother. "What?!" she called back, jumping up from the bed and bounding downstairs. There she saw him, the beautiful black dog beyond the glass. "O.M.G. He is so adorable!" she squealed, running up next to her brother to get a closer look.
Martha was cooking spaghetti in the kitchen when she heard all the commotion. She sighed and was about to yell at the kids to keep it down when she heard 'dog'. She put down her stirring spoon and moved to the living room to see what her kids were talking about, just in time to see Bobby moving to open the door. "Bobby, don't you dare!" she called out, her tone stern. Bobby stopped cold, not even thinking about the fact that he had just announced the dog's presence within earshot of his mother. "But mom... He's so friendly lookin'!" he replied while his sister turned to look at their mother, "He's cute too, come look and see!" "Cute? Friendly, rabid more like it." Martha snarled, walking over to get a look at the dog.
Martha stared Jett in the eyes for a long moment. For some reason, this dog seemed familiar. It was an odd feeling to have, considering she had never seen the beast before. "I really should be calling animal control. How did he even get in our backyard?" Her tone had let up a bit, having become somewhat bewildered by the dog's gaze.
Jett wanted to growl, tell them just to open the fucking door already, but none of that would have been helpful. When Martha met his eyes, the dog nearly grinned and wagged its tail further. Jett already knew it wouldn't work because Martha was a stone cold bitch.
He stood on his hind legs and scratched at the door, whining at little Billy and Jenny, large nearly black eyes begging to be pet or fed. The things dogs commonly wished for.
Jett, in reality, just wanted to tear them apart. Feel their blood down his throat. Kill, torture, mutilate. Power, power, power. It was the thing that determined most of his actions. If this didn't work, Jett would need to pull out that expensive glamour he'd bought and hoped not to use for this particular outing. It was hot out; God was it hot.
What, Martha? Not even going to get a poor, pretty stray some fucking water you dumb bitch? Jett stopped scratching at the glass door to pant and lay his head on his paws, staring forlornly at Billy in particular.
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