The Hunters Moon (For Angellynn's Challenge)

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Werewolves, Vampires are the best of friends??? Yea, you wish. This is the story of an 18 year old guy and his experience of being a werewolf set against destroying Vampires.

This is for Angellynn's Challenge. I had to write a prologue from the picture.

Submitted: November 14, 2009

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The Hunters Moon
Prologue
I could hear his heavy breathing from the corner of the dark room – I had to remind myself that his breathing wasn’t necessary – I could see his cold black eyes and instantly knew he was hungry. As was I, but our ideas of a good meal differ entirely. My life had completely changed around in the last few months from the little details like how my hair was cut, to the more so large details like who I was. No detail had been left unchanged and yet I wouldn’t have changed it at all. Knowing the difference that had changed my life, I wouldn’t give it up not that I could if I wanted it was in my DNA, in my father’s DNA, in my grandfathers DNA ect, ect. He crouched down into a pose of his kind I knew well, Aggressive, offensive, the pose of attack. My body slinked closer to the floor, my back arching as a ripple of heat wavered down my back. My nails grew longer ripping the flesh at my finger tips until it was no longer nails but claws. My ribs, the bones in my arms and my legs and my spine pulled and shaped until it no longer formed the body of a 18 year old boy but the body of a wolf, the tiny hairs on my skin grew until it was no longer hair but fur, destroying the clothes I was wearing. I was no longer a “Human” but a werewolf and the man at the opposite end of the room looked surprise, I wanted to smile at least the fight would be even if not anything else. The man took another step closer smiling, no not smiling but showing a contortion of teeth. I bared my canine sharp teeth, let the man know that I wasn’t afraid of him.
“Welcome pup, I’ve been waiting.” The man said smiling, sarcasm dripping from his words. I growled, he had all of eternity to wait for what he wanted. He knew my answer; the guy had the power to hear my thoughts like anyone else of his kind. He crouched down again and lifted one hand to me, curling his fingers twice. He was beckoning me to come. I moved me body in response, our bodies clashing as we hit each other at the same time. The fight that has been lasting from the beginning of time, caused from the first of my kind and the first of his. A timeless fight that was still going on, a war that was as much alive as its first days. Well that’s just great and I thought I would have time to practice with the band tomorrow.

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