Same field, fresh grave, wrong victim.
.
It was a snowy and wintry night, the breeze
was hawkish and it whistled frigidly through
the closed louvres.
It made me breath into my hands, and it
was clammy and cold.
My hands cringe and a shudder of chills slid
down my spine.
The silence was threatening and it caressed
my soft skin like in the cool summer
breeze.
The iron tongue of time has told the
surrounding darkness that midnight is upon
the earth.
I knew it was coming. the feeling of untamed
anxiety told me so, just as it does everyday.
The house is silent and dark, my parents and
niece are upstairs, sleeping peacefully on their
comfy beds.
I unlocked the back door and step out onto the
porch and into the cold, frosty February night air.
creeping out at midnight is now a hobby, even
though it wasn't a self will. it was more like a
compellation of a strong force coercing me
against my wish.
A shudder runs through my whole body, but not
from cold. it's the sign.
the first sign of me transforming into the beast.
I leap off the porch and the frozen air caressed
my skin like freezer burnt vanilla ice cream
beneath my bare feet.
The prickling sensation traces through my veins.
It happens.....
.
All my bone twist and turn to become a new
structure and I grew larger, my whole face
pushing out, my nose and mouth melting into one
to form the snout.
My teeth enlarge and curve as they change into
the shining fangs, the ones I'll use for tearing and
biting with.
My fingers shrink and paws replace my hands.
A huge long tail grew out of my anus
tearing the pyjamas I was clad in. the tail was
long and curly with a brown fur.
I feel no pain as all this happens to me, only a
feeling of sheer joy and terror all at once as my
heart beats faster, so fast I can hardly breathe.
I'm panting, drooling and stood on all fours.
my body of a fifteen year old boy had
transformed into a huge dreaded beast.
I could feel my stomach gnawing at me, I knew i
was hungry for human flesh which tastes just like
pork and the blood, the sweetest wine ever.
I headed for the next street after ours bounding,
my feet's thumping on the frozen ground with my
tail wriggling behind me.
the street was a long dark stretch of road.
During the day, it was just a shady
place lined with old, gnarled trees and
vacant lots where nothing had been
built and nothing was ever going to be
built. you would never be afraid of it by day,
but at night it was a different place. A
lonesome place. A place of darkness
and strangeness. A place of terror and
fear.
There were no houses nearby. No
streetlights. It was pitch black. As
black as black could be. Dark as the
deepest night. The tall trees blocked
out the moon and the stars, casting
their long shadows across the road.
Every night, you sit there in the
comfort and safety of your home, but
you have no idea of what is going on
outside in the darkness. Not far from
your home, there is a dark and lonely
place. You may not know about it, but
it’s there. All over the country, in
small towns and cities, there are so
many of these dark and lonely places.
I continued bounding with loud squeaks and
growls, then stopped before a car. it
was a large, black car. it was so large that it
could let my huge body in.
the car had always been there every night with
my prey. but how it got there was a mystery.
i got to the car and hopped in. my prey was at
the front seat, behind the wheels. it had a long
blonde hair which seemed like a pony tail and its
head has a oval shape. the figure glanced back
and it met my bloodshot gaze. it was a female.
the victim was a female, my favorite. she turned
her head back, back to the wheels. she knew
what to do and she ignited the car engine and
drove off.
.
.
she drove through the streets of the
little village and out into the
countryside. The black car hurtled
down the little country roads until
we were in the middle of nowhere.
she pulled over to
the side of the road and stopped.
she hopped out while I followed suit and walked
to the same field, same field I used the other
night.
she stopped before the numerous graves and
glanced back at me for the spell to be cast out.
I looked at her with an evil grin and she cringed
ferociously.
"dig up your grave!" I said as I tossed a shovel to
her. she picked it up and began digging.
After almost an hour, she
unearthed an empty coffin and stopped to
regain her breath.
"you look good" I said but no response.
"I bet you taste good too"
I growled loudly and licked my lips hungrily. i
couldn't wait so I head for it and hit her with my
tail which paralyzed her.
I began mutilating her body tearing her apart with
my sharp shining fangs. blood gushed out and I
drank to my satisfaction. I tore her chest open
and took out the heart gleefully.
I threw it in and began chewing, savouring the
taste. it was a scrumptious meal.
I licked my lips which was dripping of blood,
cleaned my hands off and rolled the body into the
grave. a paper slid off and fell to my front. I
smirked and took it.
my eyes
grew wide and my face went pale as soon as I
read it.
“Dear Ms. Ledger,
Your test results came back. We regret
to inform you that you have Leprosy
and it is contagious. We have
arranged for you to be treated at a
special isolation clinic. It is located on
an isolated street off the coast. A car
will meet you there at
night at 12. Please make sure you
are there…”
