The Rising of Dawn and Her Vampire Crew: Why Me Wolves

By Brian Painter and Kim Benson

Dawn and her crew of good vampires are back at it again. This time, Dawn and her soul mate, Keith, start out in a terrible predicament. They’re surrounded by gigantic Siberian wolves that are craving them for their next meal. Will they make it out of this horrible situation? This time, Dawn and her crew also have to bring on a couple of their witch friends to help stop a powerful coven of evil witches. The leader of the coven, Agnese, has the idea to take over the world by moving through time portals and changing some major happenings in our history. Dawn and crew are sent flying through time portals in pursuit of this very dangerous witch, who has it out for the Egyptian blade-wielding vampire, Dawn. The different worlds they find their way to the ends of are peculiar and dangerous. Dawn’s crew—Keith, Greenie, and Eli—still love to drink blood and tequila too. Their antics will have you laughing, and the dangers they face will have you on the edge of your seat. Why me Wolves is a book filled with twists and turns that will have you so enveloped in the world of Dawn and the other vampires that you won’t want to put this book down. It’s a must-read!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Nov 24, 2021
• ISBN: 9781662425172

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The Rising of Dawn and Her Vampire Crew

Why Me Wolves

Brian Painter and Kim Benson

Copyright © 2021 Brian Painter and Kim Benson

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING, INC.

Conneaut Lake, PA

First originally published by Page Publishing 2021

ISBN 978-1-6624-2516-5 (pbk)

ISBN 978-1-6624-2517-2 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Down by the Riverside

Airborne

The Flight to the Witches

Good and Bad Witch

Getting Thirsty

The Flight

On the Road Again

Change in Point of View to the Good Witches

Birds

Greeting and Meeting the Good Witches

Jumping Through the Portals

From Portal to Portal Jump

Desert Dogs

A Little Desert, a Little Camelot

Agnes Takes the Crew

The Land of Steam Punk

Agnes’s Grave to Hell

Agnes Sent Back to the Grave

Ariel Under Agnes’s Rule

The Fight to End All Fights

Down by the Riverside

The vampire Dawn looks down at the gaping wound on her left shoulder. The deep laceration starts in her thick left thigh and travels across her slim belly, continuing upwards until it ends just below her right breast. Her eyes are as frozen as the ground beneath the nicely curved lower half of her body. She remains in a daze. She watches her own cold blood pour off her and into the pure white snow. It forms red puddles beneath her deadly wounds. She turns to check on her vampire boyfriend, Keith. He’s hurt just as bad. He bears a wide slash across his forehead that is cut so deep you can see the white of his skull. She carefully regards a few more deep wounds on his bleeding chest, then she lays back in the cold snow in a daze. As she gazes into the fast falling snow, she has an epiphany. It entails the story of the big bad wolf. She is questioning why this story has crept into her damaged mind when her pains bring her back to the bloody site. The surrounding area materializes in her pupils as the rank smell of death fills her nostrils. She imagines she is existing in a daydream. This calms the adrenaline coursing through her thick veins as it hits each and every nerve along its path. The smell of the evergreen trees in the approximate area remains as her only savior from the noxious smell of the evil enemy.

Can you see them? she asks Keith. He is now turning even paler than his average daily color. The pale white appears to splash throughout his entire muscular but toned body from the loss of blood. Dawn turns her head full of black wavy hair away from her soulmate for just a second. She peaks her bloodshot eyes over the constantly growing snowbank and catches a glimpse of the surrounding area and the enemy. The enemy is not retreating. This calamity interrupts her daydream, causing a nightmare to erupt in her peaceful imagination. About eight to ten giant Siberian wolves are forming an advancing pack half a mile away and they are closing in on the two injured vampires. Suddenly, Dawn and Keith hear the first bloodthirsty howl at the full moon that hangs directly overhead. The next spine-wrenching sound is their powerful clawed feet crushing the undergrowth and pounding the snow-covered ground as they approach. Dawn’s nightmarish thoughts twist and turn in her mind, until there being no escape from death this very night is her sole idea. But her faithful vampire soul mate, Keith, has a different take on things.

We can do this. We just need a couple minutes to heal. Needless to say, this does not help. Dawn falls back in the snow again, feeling desperate. She thinks of how all this began and how they are going to escape death.

A drunk and happy Dawn and Keith sit at a bar in the French quarter in New Orleans. They are just a mile from their house, drinking tequila shots and celebrating with the other locals. There isn’t a soul around who knows their secret. These two are vampires that work on missions for humans. If they aren’t doing that, they can be found drinking. At this time, that’s a good thing. There are two vampire hunters armed and dangerous sitting near them. Although there are some vampires that might consider this a bad situation, Dawn doesn’t. She loves to tempt fate. She is doing this right now by taking their money. The ever elusive and incredibly good-looking Dawn can execute this task easily. She is five foot ten. Her long black hair has waves in it that float in the wind. Her brown eyes shine in the light. Her body curves in all the right places. There isn’t even an ounce of extra fat anywhere on her beautiful body. Her mind-altering vampire powers alone work well on people as well as her ability to move without being seen. All is going well when she overhears one of the hunters saying something that she knows cannot be true, so she listens in on their secret conversation. Keith is about to interrupt her eavesdropping, so she smacks his strong fingers and hand to quiet him. Just then, she hears one vampire hunter say the last thing in the world that she would want to hear.

The Lycan beasts in Russia are back, he whispers nervously under his breath. He raises his cold blue eyes that show he had killed and his wrinkled up forehead. Then he starts to look for someone that might have overheard his strange tale. When he doesn’t locate anyone, he lowers his large gut and lower half onto his stool. He continues to sip on a cheap glass of scotch on the rocks. He is content now that he thinks no one has heard him. Dawn is sitting two seats away from the hunter. She is in the middle of taking a shot when she freezes up. She drops her shot of tequila. Luckily, Keith has had his eyes on her ever since the vampire hunter entered the bar. He has also been listening in on Dawn’s thoughts. He does this by using his vampire ability to communicate telepathically. He picked up on something bothering her, earlier. Now, everything seems to be moving in slow motion to Keith. Keith is one of the quickest vampires around. One of the hunters begins to turn at a snail’s pace to see why the previously laughing and partying Dawn is now so distraught. Keith takes this opportunity to reach his pale arm out and swipe across the bar at the falling shot glass full of golden tequila. He does so at a speed the human eye cannot see. By a stroke of luck, the drunken vampire hunter is in mid-turn when Keith makes his daring move. The vampire hunter does not see Keith until he is setting Dawn’s empty shot down. Fortunately, he doesn’t catch on to Keith’s ability to grab the shot out of midair. No one has seen a thing. They even missed Keith’s antics of drinking the liquor out of the falling shot glass. The still somewhat suspicious vampire hunter turns back to his associate.

The party surrounding Dawn and Keith continues to go on, but Dawn remains transfixed. She stares off into a void, seeing something only she can see. This sends an electric chill up Keith’s knotted spine and into his sense of fear.

Cheers! he yells suddenly. It’s an attempt to cover up Dawn’s feeble state of mind. He knows the hunters are suspicious. Suddenly, bad luck strikes like lightning as Keith catches eye contact with one of the hunters. He knows it’s time to go. The hunter is staring at Dawn. With one hand, Keith drinks Dawn’s other shot, while the other hand wraps his coat around her. Keith reaches deep in his pocket. He pulls out his only hundred-dollar bill and tosses it on the bar. Once he sees the bartender take notice of the money, he nods his head. The bartender nods back with an approving smile. They make their way out of the noisy bar with Dawn shaking enough for some patrons to notice. There are a few rude comments made by some strangers on the way out. They are talking about her not being able to hold her liquor. This is only because Dawn has made money tonight in a sketchy way.

She’s been making bets with other patrons on who can drink the most. The funny part of it is Dawn can drink just about anyone under the table. This has angered the people betting against her. Now it’s time, so Keith and Dawn exit the bar quickly. On the way out, Dawn pays the few people wanting their money back. When they hit the street, they notice someone is possibly following them. They run down an unlit alleyway laughing and exit onto another street. They are romantically walking hand in hand when they manage to find an empty street. This is where Dawn makes her apology.

I am sorry. Her beautiful brown eyes start to leak streams of tears. Her cheeks are now soaked from crying a stream of much needed tears. I know you wanted to stay and drink for a while, and I ran you out of there, Dawn says.

It was for a good reason, wasn’t it? Keith asks. He lowers his stubble-covered chin to cause his voice to deepen. Dawn has always been fond of this tone of voice. She proves this by flaunting her long black hair. She lowers it with each of her long fingers onto her well-curved shoulder. Dawn’s brown eyes scan the area in search of anyone who could disrupt their interlude. Fortunately, she does not see anyone, except for a couple vermin. They are voraciously feeding on some small chunks of meat that someone that someone regurgitated on the street. This reminds her of the enemy.

The wolves are back, she says. She speaks in a solemn tone while she watches the vermin tear into the rare meat with their sharp teeth. She turns her head of black hair so she is looking at Keith. Keith’s glassy eyes follow hers until they are staring into the night sky at the yellow-tinted, almost-full moon. They begin to wonder what’s in store for them as they start their short walk home. They are both using the analytical part of their brain. They do this to think intently about their predicament as they enter Dawn’s home. Dawn pauses for a moment to regard her tiki torches in the front yard and has a premonition. She knows it has something to do with fire, but the thought disappears before she sees anything more. Normally the message would be implemented in her brain but not this time. Instead, it gets lost somewhere in its travels. This annoys her, but she is slightly intoxicated, so she writes it off as a tequila-induced dream.

As of today, the Wolves of Siberia remain Dawn’s worst nightmare. Her twisted sense of hate for them remains deep in a hidden place in her mind. It’s built up like a web over the years after listening to stories other vampires in the area have told her. It holds true that they are stronger, faster, and more ferocious than any vampire or most any supernatural creature for that matter. They have sharp elongated claws jutting out from their four paws. They usually tread on all four legs. They can stand up and attack on their back two legs when necessary though. They are one solid muscle, and their mouths are lined with sharp teeth and putrid breath. Their fur is thick, usually matted and the home of fleas, ticks, and whatever else decides to live in these creatures’ pelt. The Siberian wolves’ fur is jet-black, an earthen color, or every once in a blue moon, an albino white-shaded wolf will show itself. Their eyes show pure evil. This happens when their black pupil takes over most of the eye. The only thing these rabid creatures will not kill and eat is another healthy wolf. They will kill and eat their sick though.

Dawn and her family tangled with them over a century ago and won the battle but lost their major player. Her father was slain by an overly large Siberian wolf. It ripped him to shreds mercilessly in front of her when she was just an innocent young girl. Ever since then, her spell induced sleeps been disturbed by a web of nightmares that involve her father’s death. This hangs in her mind as a constant reminder of the wolves’ terrible ways. She thinks back to the day her father died, but her thoughts are interrupted by Keith. He cannot take the night terrors from her, not tonight. Even though she is as strong-minded and spunky as anyone Keith has ever met, the nightmares still loiter in her mind. Keith is no stranger to her screaming exits from her tranced state of mind. A tranced state of mind or sleep brought on by a spell is the closest thing to sleep that a vampire can attain. She never speaks of that horrible day, and every time that memory of her dad dying in front of her comes up, she falls apart. Keith takes her hand gallantly and leads her to their huge king-size bed that makes their room. He pulls back their satin sheets with the flick of his strong hand while gently picking Dawn up and laying her on the bed. The rest of the night is filled with sounds of passionate lovemaking. After this, the plan on how to kill the Siberian wolves is gone over and over, until it is etched in their minds.

After they take showers the following morning, they pack their bags and load them in their 1967 Chevelle Dawn restored a few years back. As the bright rays of the morning sun shine through the windows, painting the carpet with yellow highlights, Dawn and Keith exit the driveway. Inside of fifteen minutes, they drive twenty miles of back roads that lead them to the highway. From there, it’s a hundred miles an hour all the way to the dirt road the local airport their heading too, resides off of. It isn’t long before Dawn and Keith stand proudly in front of her parked blue striped Learjet in a hangar at this airport. Every minute counts at this point and they both know it. They fuel the plane up, pay for the gas, then set out for Siberia. Their liftoff is eventful. They bounce down the runway while they kiss. Once they are in flight, Keith turns his attention to Dawn.

If you want, we can turn around and not worry about this. After all, the Siberian wolves hibernate until the end of the winter season. Dawn bites a fingernail as if she were going to agree.

Or we can get them in their sleep, Dawn says. She presses her red lips together tightly. Keith sees this. He knows without a doubt that in her mind, there’s no turning back. This bloodshed of a battle is going to go down no matter what. When Dawn’s mind is set on doing something, she always does it. The rest of the flight is a silent one. The two stare blankly at the onslaught of clouds sliding off their windshield. The landing is a rough one. They lower the wheels and land near a frozen lake after circling for fifteen minutes. They managed to find a circular row of small ground plants and dirt enclosing the lake. This is the only safe place their intense but not bionic vampire vision can find to land. Keith lowers the stairs after asking Dawn how to. She points her long finger at a button right behind Keith. He smiles realizing he almost leaned right on it. He turns the upper half of his body so he can press the button. The stairs gently sink about a foot in the snow. They cautiously put one foot in front of the other to exit the plane while scanning the area for the Siberian wolves. They look ready for battle, with extra clothes and an array of silver daggers and long blades filling their backpacks. Once they are off the jet, they wander around while kicking the snow away from a spot to call their home base. Dawn is cleaning a dagger while Keith gathers wood. He picks each piece up with his strong hands after breaking it from a falling tree to assure its somewhat seasoned. After gathering a nice-sized pile, he grabs a large piece and breaks it into five-foot long sections. Keith smiles at Dawn. Unfortunately, she is too enveloped in her cleaning to notice how he’s relishing the thought of making a bonfire. Building large bonfires at parties was Keith’s forte as a teenager. When Keith tries to smile at Dawn while explaining his bonfire enthusiasm, Dawn laughs at his expression.

Do you think they know we are here? She asks. Keith is fiddling with his face, wondering how his facial expression went awry to make her laugh. He loves it when she laughs. Keith turns his head to the right to block the wind with his short but curly brownish-black hair, and listens. His acute hearing picks up on the sound the Siberian wolves make when resting. They emit a low growling sound, almost like an overwhelming snore that only a vampire can decipher. He can’t tell how far away their dwelling is, but his keen vampire senses can tell that there are about ten of them. This is double the amount that they imagined would be here. Dawn listens to Keith’s thoughts for a moment, then she turns to Keith. She is a little upset.

Ten? Dawn asks loudly.

Let’s relax. We only have ten minutes until the moon rises over that mountain over there, Dawn says. She spins on a piece of ice with her head down until she can see and admire her adrenaline-filled soul mate. She lifts her head to catch eye contact with Keith. She looks like a famous warrior ready to head into battle. It is time. Dawn has been preparing for this day all her life. They stare into each other’s eyes proudly and stash their silver weapons where they can get to them quickly if needed. Dawn has four throwing knives around her waist, two daggers around her ankles, and her Egyptian blade strapped to her waist. Keith has the same arrangement but with a short sword hanging from a belt that wraps around his thick waist. Once they are both fully armed, they kiss passionately.

It’s time now, Dawn says as she steps away from Keith, proud as a lion. Her shadow paints an all-black picture in the snow. It looks like a warrior from the past armed to the gill and ready to fight.

Should we put out the fire, or are we going to roast marshmallows and sing Girl Scout camp songs? Keith asks in jest. There is no smile on his face as he turns his almost all-white eyes to his weapons, and a chill runs up his spine. He is thinking of the wolves’ ferocious ways, speed, and size. Before he loses his courage in that tangled set of worries of his mind, Dawn pulls him from that terrible place filled with fear with a couple words.

Let’s just make a quick work of them, she replies. Dawn is thinking deeply about the freezing cold air and the dark night sky filling up with the aurora borealis when she hears the first howl. It hits deep in depths of her chest, causing her heart to beat faster and faster. Now, she is out for blood. She isn’t going to have it any other way. She grinds her jaw while rolling her eyes feverishly. She is preparing for the battle that starts now.

Let’s go! They know we’re here, Dawn