Lycan

            I woke up in the woods in back of Strike ‘em Down! and was covered in blood. Flashes of the night before came back as did tidbits of my humanity. I felt a tinge of remorse gnaw at the back of my mind, but shrugged it off. I remembered Terry, I knew I had injured her, but her husband, Ralph. He was dead, and as my stomach gurgled, I remembered what he tasted like.

Ralph had been our friend; a kind soul. I thought about how I would mourn him when the rest of my soul is returned. I couldn't change back into my human form I needed to kill more people, good people otherwise it wouldn't work. I would hunt tonight I needed my humanity. I sniffed around me, about a half mile into the woods a campsite with the exact number of people I needed to kill. With any luck this will be over tonight.

The wolf inside me growled with delight, excited for the hunt while the small percentage of human in me whined in horror. Without my soul, I was pure demon, with nothing to tame the beast. In this form I had learned about my abilities as an all-black wolf. I could blend into the shadows, and actually become them. I could also transport myself through the shadows, to different planes of existence. I guess that’s what they’d be called. I did it accidentally after my first kill.

As night fell, I came out of hiding. Being an all-black wolf, I had the night and darkness on my side. I saw a small girl maybe seven, an innocent person who didn't deserve to die, and then I saw Travis Dillenholer that was his sister. I attacked; I tore her to bits in front of him, my only mercy was I released her to a world without that D-bag for a brother.

Before he could reach for a weapon, I pounced. Claws sunk into his torso and fangs burrowed deep into his neck I snapped his neck with my teeth. He was dying slowly, choking on the blood that filled his lungs, must not have severed the spine as well as I thought.

I turned to the rest of his family and his current girlfriend's family. I saw Charity Bell at the same time she saw me, she screamed alerting her family. Good, my prey was coming right to me. I was much bigger than an average wolf and I wanted to kill them all. But there was more than I needed. I will kill Charity for sure. The rest of the Dillenholer’s and the rest of the Bell's I would leave alone. Charity's best friends, who must have tagged along on this family trip were trying to run. I attacked and before they could even see the edge of the woods, they were dead.

I saved Charity until the end, she had hidden beneath an RV. As I licked the blood from my right paw and shook out my fur, I heard her shriek. Pathetic, she couldn’t even stop screaming long enough to actually hide from the beast hunting her. I trotted around the RV, pretending I didn’t know where she was. Playing with her, breaking that last thread of sanity she was trying so desperately to cling to. I wandered just out of her sight, silently approaching her from behind. Then I blitzed her.

Dragging her down the embankment of the creek next to the camp, relishing in her screams of terror and pleas for her life. I dragged her into the shallow waters and found the way her blood washed into the current fascinating. My claws tearing into her disgusting flesh of her legs and arms only to watch it wash down stream and turn the river RED.

Eventually she stopped screaming, she stopped moving, and my wolf listened to the last breath of Charity Bell as it left her body. As her eyes dimmed to that dead look, that hollow, void look my wolf let out a howl. This howl was the most terrible, unholy sound that I had ever heard, especially from myself. I knew this marked the end of my massacre.

After my howl, I felt something change inside of me like a part of me was being sewn back in. Pain shot through me, as my soul stitched itself back together again. I let out an agonized howl, and collapsed to the forest floor. Exhaustion overwhelming me, and the guilt over the innocents I slaughtered made me keel over and vomit. My humanity had returned.

I dragged myself back towards the camp and I heard groaning. Travis was still alive, he was holding onto his neck, hopelessly trying to stop his own bleeding. I must have killed more than I had intended to if this pathetic worm was still alive. I prowled towards him, humanity or not this douche deserved death. I bit into his neck, and ended his pathetic excuse of a life

The next moment all I could think was Snow. I raced back to Luna's, ignoring my screaming muscles, and my urge to vomit everywhere. Snow had been staying with Luna, as had the rest of the Pack’s. Her house had turned into the unofficial headquarters of Manhattan.

As I neared Luna’s, I was a human again and I was covered in blood and lots of it. I raced across the street to my home and showered and got fresh clothes to change into. My humanity is back, those few days were horrid. The people I killed didn't deserve to die the way they did. I completed my task in three days; when the spell never gave me a deadline.

What did that say about me? Was I a monster? Was I more demon than angel? Or was it because the angel part of me was taken away along with the human part? When I got out of the shower, I puked up the remains of my victims, they didn't settle well with my human stomach, I was ghostly pale when I finished vomiting, I grabbed a ginger ale from the pantry to settle my stomach, but it was mostly for something to do, as I went to Luna's.

Snow
            I sensed a change in the air, and in the pack link, which was still so new to me. I heard the doorbell ring and I raced passed everyone to the front door. There in the porch light, perfect and handsome as ever was Lycan. My true love standing before me. Blood free and hair dripping from a recent shower. His eyes betrayed what he had been through, He was no longer an innocent Guardian, he had killed innocents and it’s all my fault.

I couldn’t help my reaction to him, he had killed innocent people. My mind wouldn’t let me do what I wanted, I wanted to pull him into the house and pepper his face with kisses, check his body for unhealed wounds, and heal his mind and heart of the guilt I knew he was feeling. My eyes drifted to the ginger soda in his hand, and I knew without a doubt that his humanity was back.