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Alexis awoke startled as her haunted eyes opened, followed shortly by a gasp. A nightmare had viciously attacked the young woman, draining her cheeks of colour and paling her from fear. Her slender, white-knuckled hand held her bosom as she attempted to regulate her heart as it rattled its cages.
Four weeks had passed since the attack. Four painful weeks and not once had Alexis woken with any hint of hope in her eyes or a smile on her lips. Her mind and body were in mutual pain. She yearned for the ignorance she once had had of the "beasts of the night," Alexis had previously laughed several times at the thought of. The cold, lifeless eyes of the beast that had torn her flesh troubled her memory and no amount of hatred could bring her back to her natural state of mind or body. She had tried repeatedly for the past month but nothing could change the fact that she would be faced with in a matter of hours.
The pair of eyes were in her dreams, but in the liquid of the eyes she could see herself. Alexis could feel her nose elongate from her sweet button nose to a snout. What was worse was she could even see the glisten of the snarling teeth from the shiny darkness that she imagined a beetle's wing would be, having never actually seen one. They were jagged and much like a dog's teeth. There was not a hint of a human in her, even in her own dreams she possessed this long snout. It was not human, she felt misplaced.
Now Alexis' mixed hued eyes had a ring of rouge lining them from fear and a month of missed sleep. The rings were pools of fear, self-pity, anticipation and sorrow. Her most prominent and noticeable feature were the scars that covered her delicate body. Her normal petite strength had all but disappeared. Even as she stood, she wobbled from under exertion and winced away the abdominal pain.
Fresh in the world and alone, Alexis was in no way ready to take on this battle. Tonight could very well be the end of life as she knew it. Her fear of werewolves was already bad enough, but now she could be one. All of her other rather foolish fears seemed to be nothing like this anxiety. She could feel this anxiety building as she slowly changed into a pair of loose, grey sweat pants. The pants hung low on her hips even with the draw string dramatically pulled. A non-descript black sweater over her sweat stained shirt hung over her frail shoulders.
Apparation had always been the nineteen-year-old's least favorite means of transportation. Yet at this time she found it necessary. Alexis did not have long before the moon would rise. She was still in desperate need to find a place she could reside without having to worry about how many lives would end because of her condition. The guilt was always unbearable when she discovered the disaster she had created. Murder had never been in the girl's innocent mind when she was young. She had always thought that she would go onto great things, now however she had to be careful of people incase she found herself famished in the night.
"Think", Alexis urged herself. Actually speaking these words aloud worked on much higher levels then keeping them locked in her head. Where would it be safe to be aâ¦â The dog choked on it's own tongue. Thoughts swirled in her mind so quickly she felt she was going to be sick. It would have been the second time since she had eaten the raw, bloody piece of meat that had tempted her so wickedly. Living in England for the past several years certainly had its pros and cons. She knew where to look for a place to lie low. As she rattled her brain for a place where she could lie in the bed of a forest without being found, she remembered coming across one that was rather secluded just yesterday morning.
With a pop and a concentrated expression on Alexis' otherwise grey face, she arrived in a green, luscious forest. The cool night air bothered her not, she was simply boiling under her clothes and very tempted to rip them off of her. No, she wanted to be as civilized as possible. Alexis would not be howling with the dogs tonight or ever, or her stubborn side wouldn't allow her to. Civilized, however, was the furthest thing that Alexis Marie felt. She wanted to pull a temper tantrum and cry buckets about how life was not fair and she wanted to sleep in her childhood bed. As she stood, just as unstable as she had been in the hotel room, tears began to slip out of the corners of her almond shaped, hazel eyes.
The crying did not last as long as one would expect because the moon rose to it's highest glory. While the graceful moon stood silent and strong, its object of torture shook and rattled. Alexis' pulse quickened to a frightening speed and her jaw nearly unhinged as the most excruciating pain she had ever experienced came through her small body.
Her finger nails blackened and shot out into a point while her nimble fingers elongated. Simultaneously, her height shot up and her hips stretched the loose sweat pants until the seams shredded off of her skin as did her top. Alexis stood stark naked but was not aware of how bare she was, in fact she wasn't aware of anything much at that time at all. Her red hair became fur along her body as a scream came out of her lips, which soon changed to a howl as she was completely transformed into a mutilated version of a Werewolf.
On all fours, the changed version of the university student explored her new body and its tools. Much like the Big Bad Wolf in the children's story, Little Red Riding Hood, Alexis could smell further. The snout huffed air in and out roughly and the iron scent of blood tingled in her nostrils, causing her to salivate with sudden hunger. She took steps forward, her padded paws touching the ground in a way her feet had never before but the sensation was lost on her as her pace quickened from a leisurely pace to a full speed run.
The young werewolf was fast on the tract of the dripping blood as it spilt from the poor victim, of what she was unsure but it did smell awfully good. As Alexis ran, fixated on the scent, she passed by luscious, green shrubbery and trees making it all look like a blur to her colourless vision. Then, stopped short, Alexis stood in front of the bleeding creature and bore her dangerous, white teeth before digging into it.
Stark naked and shivering, Alexis awoke to the sounds of the pitter patter of small animals in the forest. She looked around and saw nothing that would seem out of place and for a moment she felt relief, thinking that she had not killed anyone or anything before the weak grin that plastered onto her face curled back, letting her taste and smell the blood. She began to feel dizzy with anxiety, there was no way that she would know what had happened because after the moon rouse, she remembered nothing. The same nauseous feeling she had last night came to her stomach once more and she leaned over and got sick on the forest floor again, before standing up and apparating into her home to shower the blood from her face, the vomit from her hair and try to shower the shame from her mind.</SIZE>
Four weeks had passed since the attack. Four painful weeks and not once had Alexis woken with any hint of hope in her eyes or a smile on her lips. Her mind and body were in mutual pain. She yearned for the ignorance she once had had of the "beasts of the night," Alexis had previously laughed several times at the thought of. The cold, lifeless eyes of the beast that had torn her flesh troubled her memory and no amount of hatred could bring her back to her natural state of mind or body. She had tried repeatedly for the past month but nothing could change the fact that she would be faced with in a matter of hours.
The pair of eyes were in her dreams, but in the liquid of the eyes she could see herself. Alexis could feel her nose elongate from her sweet button nose to a snout. What was worse was she could even see the glisten of the snarling teeth from the shiny darkness that she imagined a beetle's wing would be, having never actually seen one. They were jagged and much like a dog's teeth. There was not a hint of a human in her, even in her own dreams she possessed this long snout. It was not human, she felt misplaced.
Now Alexis' mixed hued eyes had a ring of rouge lining them from fear and a month of missed sleep. The rings were pools of fear, self-pity, anticipation and sorrow. Her most prominent and noticeable feature were the scars that covered her delicate body. Her normal petite strength had all but disappeared. Even as she stood, she wobbled from under exertion and winced away the abdominal pain.
Fresh in the world and alone, Alexis was in no way ready to take on this battle. Tonight could very well be the end of life as she knew it. Her fear of werewolves was already bad enough, but now she could be one. All of her other rather foolish fears seemed to be nothing like this anxiety. She could feel this anxiety building as she slowly changed into a pair of loose, grey sweat pants. The pants hung low on her hips even with the draw string dramatically pulled. A non-descript black sweater over her sweat stained shirt hung over her frail shoulders.
Apparation had always been the nineteen-year-old's least favorite means of transportation. Yet at this time she found it necessary. Alexis did not have long before the moon would rise. She was still in desperate need to find a place she could reside without having to worry about how many lives would end because of her condition. The guilt was always unbearable when she discovered the disaster she had created. Murder had never been in the girl's innocent mind when she was young. She had always thought that she would go onto great things, now however she had to be careful of people incase she found herself famished in the night.
"Think", Alexis urged herself. Actually speaking these words aloud worked on much higher levels then keeping them locked in her head. Where would it be safe to be aâ¦â The dog choked on it's own tongue. Thoughts swirled in her mind so quickly she felt she was going to be sick. It would have been the second time since she had eaten the raw, bloody piece of meat that had tempted her so wickedly. Living in England for the past several years certainly had its pros and cons. She knew where to look for a place to lie low. As she rattled her brain for a place where she could lie in the bed of a forest without being found, she remembered coming across one that was rather secluded just yesterday morning.
With a pop and a concentrated expression on Alexis' otherwise grey face, she arrived in a green, luscious forest. The cool night air bothered her not, she was simply boiling under her clothes and very tempted to rip them off of her. No, she wanted to be as civilized as possible. Alexis would not be howling with the dogs tonight or ever, or her stubborn side wouldn't allow her to. Civilized, however, was the furthest thing that Alexis Marie felt. She wanted to pull a temper tantrum and cry buckets about how life was not fair and she wanted to sleep in her childhood bed. As she stood, just as unstable as she had been in the hotel room, tears began to slip out of the corners of her almond shaped, hazel eyes.
The crying did not last as long as one would expect because the moon rose to it's highest glory. While the graceful moon stood silent and strong, its object of torture shook and rattled. Alexis' pulse quickened to a frightening speed and her jaw nearly unhinged as the most excruciating pain she had ever experienced came through her small body.
Her finger nails blackened and shot out into a point while her nimble fingers elongated. Simultaneously, her height shot up and her hips stretched the loose sweat pants until the seams shredded off of her skin as did her top. Alexis stood stark naked but was not aware of how bare she was, in fact she wasn't aware of anything much at that time at all. Her red hair became fur along her body as a scream came out of her lips, which soon changed to a howl as she was completely transformed into a mutilated version of a Werewolf.
On all fours, the changed version of the university student explored her new body and its tools. Much like the Big Bad Wolf in the children's story, Little Red Riding Hood, Alexis could smell further. The snout huffed air in and out roughly and the iron scent of blood tingled in her nostrils, causing her to salivate with sudden hunger. She took steps forward, her padded paws touching the ground in a way her feet had never before but the sensation was lost on her as her pace quickened from a leisurely pace to a full speed run.
The young werewolf was fast on the tract of the dripping blood as it spilt from the poor victim, of what she was unsure but it did smell awfully good. As Alexis ran, fixated on the scent, she passed by luscious, green shrubbery and trees making it all look like a blur to her colourless vision. Then, stopped short, Alexis stood in front of the bleeding creature and bore her dangerous, white teeth before digging into it.
Stark naked and shivering, Alexis awoke to the sounds of the pitter patter of small animals in the forest. She looked around and saw nothing that would seem out of place and for a moment she felt relief, thinking that she had not killed anyone or anything before the weak grin that plastered onto her face curled back, letting her taste and smell the blood. She began to feel dizzy with anxiety, there was no way that she would know what had happened because after the moon rouse, she remembered nothing. The same nauseous feeling she had last night came to her stomach once more and she leaned over and got sick on the forest floor again, before standing up and apparating into her home to shower the blood from her face, the vomit from her hair and try to shower the shame from her mind.</SIZE>
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