With a little encouragement from me, guestsurprise did this story! Enjoy!


Werewolves; the legendary monster wolves that walk around and stalk the night. Everyone knows about these mythical, terrible beasts! But what would happen if there was a species that started it all; only there was another story behind the legend of the werewolves. What if there was no such thing as monsters called werewolves? What if man met a creature and misunderstood what type of species the creature really was?

A long time ago there were beings. Beings that roamed the woods and forests that we know of today. As you looked at these creatures they appeared like wolves. Or so you thought. They were thought to be murderers and terrible creatures that roamed the nights. Many believed they would steal you from your bed and eat you alive in the middle of the forest. Was it true? No one knew for sure because if a person was taken, they were never heard from again.

But without proof would you believe such as tale? You probably would not. And neither did a young woman named Mya Townsend. For years she had lived in a village that thrived, but everyone seemed to fear something. Something they could not explain. When she would ask questions, no one would answer. To talk about the beasts was taboo and by the time she was 18, the topic was generally never discussed. That is, until someone would go missing.

"Where is Mr. Potter? He didn't show up today." Mya wondered outloud. She and her friends always went to the supermarket called Potter Foods after class. Mr. Potter was a grumpy, old man that growled at everyone who came in his store. He generally disrespected everyone, but he tolerated them for business sake. But one day he didn't turn up to work. The staff wondered where he was, but they could not find him anywhere. When they went to his home, all they saw was his daughter in the fetal position, crying and panicking! They couldn't get anything out of her. The only words that she spoke was that he 'was gone.' After four hours, she spoke only a little.

"Who took him?" The police officer asked.

"A-A man. A man in a white coat!"

"White coat?"

"Yes. He came to the store to buy something and my father threw him out because it wasn't for sale."

"What did he want to buy?" The officer asked.

"He-He wanted to buy…to buy…th-THAT!" The girl screamed, now pointing to a small bottle in the corner. She then became hysterical once more and began howling and scratching at herself and the walls. While they took her away to receive medical treatment, the chief police officer examined the bottle. The bottle was small, but something was in it. The police officer was about to open the bottle when the girl once again ran in the room and tried to grab the bottle from the officer!

"Don't open it! That bottle is cursed! CURSED!"

"What do you mean by that?!" The officer said, trying to keep the hysterical girl from grabbing him by his uniform. "Calm yourself!"

"The bottle! Don't open it! If the bottle is opened it will cause them to come!"

"Who?!"

"The Blackbloods! They will smell what's in that bottle and they will come and kill us all!"

"What's exactly in this bottle?!"

"I can't tell you that! Just don't open it! The curse! The curse!" She screamed, now frantically clawing at his shoulders with her nails trying to get the bottle from him. But soon she was drug back to the ambulance and driven to a medical facility.

"I don't know what she could've been thinking. As if a small bottle could put us all in danger." The chief police officer laughed, now taking the bottle back with him to the police station. Meanwhile, word about Mr. Potter's disappearance was in every newspaper and all over town by the afternoon. Considering the town was small, it did not take much to spread the news. But something was happening; something that no one could explain.

"I don't believe in beasts like that." Mya growled in anger, as she walked into her house for the night. "I would just use my gun if any of those supposed creatures tried to harm me."

"You are just a child. You don't understand the power of these beings." Mya's grandmother said softly.

"Grandmother, they are not real. If you can't see them or touch them then they can't exist."

"Stop speaking in that manner child! How dare you speak of the Blackbloods like that!"

"The Blackbloods?" Mya said in surprise.

"Yes. Ancient beings that roam the woods. They are as real as you and I and they feed on human flesh."

"How can you all say that and you don't have proof?!"

"Just wait and see. They could be walking among us now and you would never know it." Her grandmother said in fear.

For as long as Mya could remember there were tales of large monster wolves that could walk and become human when need be…they were called the Blackbloods. The trouble with this tale was that no one had any proof because there were no pictures or physical proof. They only had legends of old.

"Well if these beasts are real then why hasn't anyone been able to get proof?!" Mya asked again.

"Because they don't want to be seen! That's why!" Her grandmother growled. "Why do you ask so many questions?! Do you want to end up like your grandfather?! He was an unbeliever years ago and he went missing when he disrespected the Blackbloods!"

"What do you mean?!"

"Well…"

"Mother stop filling her head with rubbish!" A deep voice growled. Mya turned and saw her father walk inside, looking concerned and a bit angry. "Those beasts aren't real!"

"You can try to hide it as much as you want. But those Blackbloods took your father! He disrespected them and now he is gone."

"Enough! Go to bed Mya."

"But father…"

"NOW!"

Mya slowly slinked out of the room, hearing her father and grandmother argue over the recent topic of interest. She had always heard of the legends, but she never knew her grandmother was this passionate about it.

"Why is she so upset? She didn't mention any of this before." Mya thought as she changed her shirt and got ready for bed. She was an apprentice at the local news office and she wanted to learn more about the strange happenings that were happening around the town.

The next morning…

Mya walked into the office and sat at her desk, hoping for some news about the disappearance.

"Well, we can't ask him now that he's gone." A reported said softly.

"And no one can get anything out of his daughter; she has been in the hospital for ten hours now." Another one responded. Mya's ears perked up and she saw them sitting together and discussing another plan of action. Confidently, she stood up and walked over to their table.

"I bet I can get some information from Mr. Potter's daughter."

"Yeah right kid; go back to your school work."

"You're still an apprentice kid," An older man joked.

"Please let me try; I really think I can get something out of this entire case."

"And what can you do?" Another one said in a snarky tone.

"I can at least try; I wanna be a reporter too when I'm out of school!" Mya responded, aggravated now that the entire room of reporters were staring at her.

"Guys, cut it out. Let the kid have a try." Another reporter said, now standing up and walking up to her. His light green eyes pierced into her very soul.

"Fine Felan. If you think she should go, then let's let her."

Felan was a small guy, barely taller than Mya. He had pale skin, red hair, beautiful green eyes and a cheery personality. He was always a good friend to her when she needed someone to talk to and always had her back. He had come to the town a few years ago and the two became fast friends.

"Thanks Felan. At least someone believes in me!" Mya huffed.