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Last, Best Moon

I was sixteen when it happened. I was a good girl, a good student and a good kid. I liked my brothers and loved my parents. I was entering my sixth year at Merlin and Bella's School for Magical Instruction and I was planning my future with relish. I was happy and I was normal.

Our family was planning our first vacation to Scotland during the summer holidays of my fifth year when we started seeing posters up around town with warnings of a rogue werewolf. Living in a more magical section of South Wales, it was usual to see the moving posters around. Mum and Dad were pretty worried and none of us were allowed out after dark, but I put a few protective spells on the house to calm their fears. Mum and Dad aren't magical folks, but Matthew my older brother and Anthony, my younger brother and I are all muggle-born.

But as with a lot of warnings and wanted posters, we began to forget about it within a few days. No one was attacked and no more sightings occurred. There was no reason to think the werewolf was still in the area. Unfortunately for me, he was still lurking and I was his target.

000

The morning we were going to leave for Scotland, I went out to the bakery for donuts and coffee at the corner café. It was normal for one of us to run down the street for buns and scones and I didn't think twice about it. The day was bright and cheerful and it didn't bother me that there was no one else in the street. I was told later that he had been loitering near our house all night and that he had hidden himself well so there was no way I could have known. But I should have known, I should have sensed something or heard something, anything that warned me of his attack. I didn't know anything was wrong until his arms wrapped around me and dragged me into a narrow juncture between two businesses.

I slammed up against the brick wall, his weight pinning me in place, his shallow, breathing exploding against my neck. I tried to scream but his hand descended over my mouth and the next thing I knew a silencing charm tingled over us. I sobbed and cried uselessly as his pulled me close and apparated us away.

The sickening lurch of aparation was instantly forgotten in the pain that lanced through my body as I was forced against the filthy wall of the basement cell and removed his hand. He fumbled with my clothes and the next minute he had my wand between his fingers and out of my reach. With his forefinger and thumb, he snapped it before my eyes and I felt hope drain out of me. I had no idea where I was but I knew no one was going to find me in this God forsaken place. Leaning close, he pressed his nose against my throat, feeding off my fear. I shuddered and felt my stomach lurched, bile rising in my throat. His hands roamed, violating every inch of my body.

I pried an arm loose and dragged my nails into his cheek, blood welling in deep, red ranks across his face. As blood dripped down his skin, he snarled and flung me away to the metal bed where I fell, cracking my head against the rusty headboard. I saw black for several long moments and when I came to he forced a vial of potion to my lips and reflexively I swallowed.

The next moment I slumped back and watched in dazed horror as he removed my clothing. My limbs were heavy and deep weight, my jaw slack and wordless as I watched my rape from a far away place. I was conscious of his wild eyed surprise as he tore through my virginity. After, he touched me with perverted gentleness, avoiding my breast, mouth and arms; turning my head to the right so he could caress the vein that ran down the left side of my neck and disappeared into my collarbone.

I couldn't tell you want happened then, I retreated to a far corner of my mind and when I woke he was still there, sitting beside me, caressing the vein in my throat. The room was lit by one dark lamp in a corner and I was stiff and sore all over my body. My tongue was thick in my mouth and my eyes were stale and dry. Seeing I was awake, he spoke for the first time.

"I have been kind to you, my love. Yes, I have been kind. I could have torn you to shreds, but I would have nothing mar this pale skin. Nothing stains your body, I have healed the wounds you inflected on yourself," he ran his hand down the vein and stalled just above my breast, "But I will mark you and you will learn to bear the mark with pride."

He leaned down until I stared into his pale green eyes, "You see my beauty, Iam a selfish beast and what I desire, I wish to conform to my image. But I know that you would never seek me out as we are now. Therefore, I will mark you mine and I will lay permanent claim to you as my own."

I eyes grew wide in horror as I realized what he was saying. Comprehension boiled through me and I quivered in dumb terror. He smiled at this reaction and continued his speech as he stroked the vein.

"It will be painful at first, he whispered, his breath hot and intimate against my skin, "But pain will soon be a companion to you and you will cease to fear it. If you bear the destiny well you will embrace pain. He curled a lock of my hair around his finger admiring the yellow taint, "How beautifully you do not protest. It is as if you understood the great vocation you face. I could almost love you for it."

He rose undisturbed by the revulsion gleaming in my eyes. He stood under the window of the basement and stared up into the sky.

"The moon is covered for now, but soon the clouds will recede and you will have the first real glimpse of the glory of what you will become," his head snapped toward me and his voice grew hard edged, "I smell your fear," he said, "And I understand. There are ways to for control of the inward beast, you will learn them too. I will not kill you."

As the last words left his lips the moon beamed her pearly white light down onto the world. As he fell to the floor in agony, I glued my eyes to the window and drank in the light of the moon with all my being; the pure blue-white glow soaking into my eyes until I felt as if my entire body was illuminated with it. My last, best full moon.

As the werewolf convulsed on the floor, the bare furnishings in the room fell or broke from the force of his thrashing limbs. Scream erupted from his throat and gurgles of torture His cries turned from pained to glee and the snapping of bone and tearing of flesh ceased.

But it all ended when the creator rose and stalked to my side where I lay, helpless and weak. I caught a glance at the yellow eyes and bared fangs before I returned to the brilliant moon. I felt the panting breathing on my skin, the hot laving of the tongue on my throat over the pulsing vein. Fear bubbled to a peak, and then the horrible piercing pain of fangs through my flesh.

I screamed and screamed and screamed.

TBC--