Hello. Welcome to my story! It's been editted a bit, so if you want to look over it again, and if not, that fine.

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In Concord, California, the dusk sky was clear and breezy. A middle aged man, with huge muscles, walked along the streets, with ripped up dark jeans and a rag as a shirt. His hair was long, a dark brown, almost black color. As he walked, his hands were wrapped around him self and his head was down, making sure not to make eye contact with anyone who passed by. The man was bruised and broken, his steps slow and cautious. He could sense that people were staring at him. Staring at him because he looked like a beast. Because he was a beast.

Finally, when the stares broke that last string of his patience, he walked swiftly into the next ally, knowing that he would be safe there. He sat down on the filthy ground, wrapping his arms around his knees now. He knew what would happen soon. The moon was just now coming out, making his stomach become queasy. He was afraid of himself. He was afraid of what he had become.

Suddenly, he felt his back start burning. Then, it felt like his whole body was on fire. He let go of his knees and his hands clung together. His hands were pressed together so tightly, that his nails dug under his skin and they started bleeding. But, he didn't care. Actually, he didn't even notice. The pain he was going through right now, transforming into this monster, was much worse.

Soon, the pain became worse and he could no longer hold the scream in his lungs any longer. He started to sprout fur everywhere, he grew a bushy tail and pointed ears. His mouth turned into a snout and his teeth grew longer and sharper. Soon, the man was no longer there, only his body, which at one point was human, was now a beast. When the beast opened its eyes, they were bloodshot. They lusted for flesh. Human flesh.

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Not far away, an apartment complex was set up, the Small Hills Apartment Complex. It was known for its middle class people and wild parties. In Building E, Apartment Number 504, is where the story begins.

Annabelle Clark rushed back and forth between her room and the bathroom. She wanted to finally relax and have fun tonight. Her day had been stressful enough with working with Stephani Coller, a bossy and know it all reporter. Annabelle was a photographer for the local newspaper. She loved taking pictures of nature when she was a teen, and continued her hobby now.

Annabelle, once again, grabbed something new off the hanger and ran to the bathroom, which was the only place in the whole apartment that had a mirror. She held the grey tank top up and tried to picture what she would look like in it.

"Anne, hurry up already!" Martha Dean, known as Milly, called from the couch in the living room.

"I am!" Annabelle yelled from the bathroom, deciding on the tank top.

"Then, hurry your butt up!" Milly said, turning the television on to the news. As Annabelle started to blow dry her hair, Milly turned the T.V. up extra loud.

"The top story tonight, missing cats! Cats are disappearing all over Concord again." The news lady said.

"Aww, do you hear that, Anne? Cats are disappearing!" Milly said, loudly, hoping she was heard over the blow dryer.

Annabelle just shrugged. Cats were cute and all, but Annabelle had always been more of a dog person. Ever since she tried to help a kitten out of a thorn bush; and once she got it free, the small thing scratched the hell out of her with its sharp, kitten claws. Annabelle shuddered at the thought.

"And, again, the Murphy family would like to tell you more about their missing daughter." The news man said, quite bored. Milly sighed loudly, even with the blow drier off now.

"These people, again?! Don't they ever get tired of telling the same story over again. And if what they are telling is true, then how come they don't have any proof that their daughter was kidnapped by the Government and grew 50 feet tall?" Milly asked, more to her self.

"They just miss their child. Wouldn't it be weird if she was, like, 49"11'?" Annabelle asked, while putting on eyeliner. Milly turned off the T.V., bored already.

"You look so weird putting on make up..." Milly commented, walking over to where Annabelle was. Annabelle stopped putting the eyeliner on and stuck her tongue out at Milly, then went back to applying the make up. It was true though. Annabelle always squinted her eyes and her mouth always turned in a funny direction. She actually never liked putting on make up, since it was always hard to get off, and if it rained, even a little, it would smear.

Once Annabelle was done, she looked at her self in the mirror. She wore her grey tank top and baggy jeans. Her honey nut brown hair was down, brushed nicely. Even her grey blue eyes seemed nice for once.

"Are you done? Good, lets go!" Milly said, grabbing her purse, tucking her cell phone and wallet in it. Annabelle also placed her wallet in Milly's purse, then put her cellphone in her pocket. Annabelle quickly grabbed her dark blue jacket and put it on.

Milly was dressed in a black, sleeveless shirt, with a short, red vest over it. She wore denim shorts and silver earrings. Her midnight black hair lay loss over her back.

"So, where is this party, anyway?" Annabelle asked, wondering if they would just walk there, or drive.

"It's in the park, across town." Milly answered, hopping into the front seat of her car.

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Milly parked in the grass and almost ran someone over in the process.

"Watch where you're parking," some drunk guy yelled at her as Milly and Annabelle got out of the car.

"Well, then, next time don't move!" Milly yelled back at him, rolling her eyes as he just stumbled back to the party.

The party was more of a concert, with a live band screaming into the microphone and blinding lights everywhere. Beer cans were everywhere. A couple of people were already on the floor, passed out. One was even naked, which meant that the cops would sooner or later break the party up and everyone would have to go home. But, until then, people talked, danced, and had a good time.

As soon as Annabelle and Milly stepped into the crowd of people, someone called out Milly's name. Milly spotted two men and a woman and waved them over. Annabelle sighed-- Milly knew everybody. Milly quickly introduced them to Annabelle.

"Anne, this is Sara," Milly pointed over to the woman, with the striking long, curly, red hair and bright red lipstick. Sara greeted Annabelle with a flashing smile.

"And, Zache," Milly pointed over to the tall man with black hair, with blue highlights through it. His green eyes seemed to glow with the flashing lights everywhere. Annabelle blushed when the man put his hand out to shake hers.

"And, you already know Josh," Milly nodded over to the blond guy, who was smiling like an idiot.

Just then, Milly's twin brother, Theo, pushed through the circle they made.

"Theo!" Milly screeched, annoyed with her brother already.

"Sorry, sis, but some guys back there are looking for me! I have to hide." Then, he took off into a sprint, which ended up with him tripping over a stone and falling to the ground. Milly rolled her eyes and went over to her brother to help him up-- Sara and Josh went with her, all three of them disappearing in the flood of people.

"So, Milly has told me a lot about you, like, how you are a professional photographer," Zache smiled. Annabelle blushed again.

"Well, I'm not anywhere near a professional... But I am a photographer..." Annabelle stuttered. Zache nodded and smiled again. Annabelle couldn't help but look at her feet. She hated that she was always so shy around guys most of the time. It was just habit. After about a couple of minutes of talking, Zache doing most of the talking, Milly appeared back, her eyes big.

"Anne, I just heard on a radio that a murderer is on the loose near here, we should probably leave!" Milly said, fear in her voice. Annabelle nodded, waving good bye to Zache, sort of thankful, and headed with Milly to her car. But, when they got there, the car was nowhere to be found.

"Where the hell is my car?" Milly muttered, then sighed. She quickly snapped open her cellphone, dialing someone's number. She talked for a few seconds before hanging up.

"Josh says he'll give us a ride, but he parked on the other side of the park," Milly explained, putting her phone back. She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and realized that her earring was no longer there. Milly cursed softly.

"This night just keeps getting better and better, and those were my favorite pair of earrings, too," Milly muttered to her self. "Here, can you hold the other one, I'll look weird if I just keep one in," Milly asked, taking the silver earring off and handing it to Annabelle, who put it in her pocket.

Annabelle and Milly, once again, pushed through the crowd, who pushed back.

"Milly, are you sure you know where we're going?" Annabelle asked, getting shoved by someone, again.

"Of course I do!" Milly declared. Suddenly, someone cut in front of Annabelle, making her fall to the ground. Finally, Annabelle got so annoyed with the pushing, that she tripped the guy, making him fall to his face. When she finally got to her feet again, Milly was no where to be found. Annabelle sighed, frustrated, and took out her cellphone-- no service. Just as Annabelle put her phone back in her pocket, the same guy that pushed her grabbed her arm.

"Who do you think you are, tripping me like that?!" The man yelled at her, his breath smelling of alcohol.

"Hey, let go of me!" Annabelle screamed back, trying to get out of the guy's grip but failed. Then, someone stepped between Annabelle and the man, taking hold of Annabelle's other arm. Annabelle quickly noticed it was Zache.

"Sir, please, let her go," Zache said, politely. The guy looked dumbfounded for a second. Annabelle took this chance to get her wrist back, pulling it out of his grip. As soon as Annabelle did this, Zache took her hand and pulled her into the crowd, making sure to get far away from the man.

"Thanks," Annabelle smiled, blushing. Zache smiled.

"No big deal," Zache said, brushing his hair back with his hand. "So, what happened to Milly?"

"I lost her in the crowd. Someone stole her car, so Josh was going to give us a ride home," Annabelle explained, looking around for Milly, but had no such luck.

"Oh. Want me to give you a ride back?" Zache asked.

"Uh, no thanks, I really need to find Milly," Annabelle explained.

"Come on, I just saved you, at least let me give you a ride home," Zache pressed. Annabelle bit her lip, finally giving in and nodding.

"Great, I parked close," Zache smirked.

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Annabelle looked out the window of the corvette. The car was amazing, Annabelle had never been in a car so nice. Zache quickly turned on the radio, putting a mood on in the car. Annabelle blushed.

"Okay, turn here and then go straight for about 20 minutes," Annabelle told him. But, the corvette just went straight past the turn, going more into downtown.

"Um...You missed the turn..." Annabelle mumbled, a bit confused.

"I know," Zache said. Annabelle stayed quiet for a while, wondering if he knew a short cut or wanted to find Milly first. Finally, the corvette turned into a driveway and Zache turned the car off.

"Uh, this isn't my apartment," Annabelle said, still confused.

"Yeah, I know," Zache said, a bit of annoyance in his voice. He then put his arm around Annabelle, forcing a kiss on her lips. Annabelle quickly pushed him off without realizing it. Zache ignored this and tried to kiss her again.

"Q-Quit it," Annabelle stuttered, pushing him off her again.

"Why? I thought you liked me?" Zache asked, with his smile again.

"I do, but I really just want to go home. Milly is probably wondering where I am," Annabelle said, keeping her hand on the door handle just in case.

"Come on, already! I've been good! I even saved you. Just keep quiet and let me do what I want." Zache took another dive at Annabelle, his hand touching her breast. Annabelle's eyes widened. She pushed him off her again, but he wouldn't let that happen again. Finally, Annabelle's patience grew thin. She pushed him off of her, then kicked him in the stomach. She quickly opened the door, slamming it shut.

Annabelle jogged out of his driveway and back into downtown. She didn't know if she was more hurt or pissed. She couldn't believe that she actually trusted that guy; she should have listened to what her parents used to tell her, "Don't take rides from strangers." She quickly put her hand in her jacket pocket, pulling out a hairband and putting her hair up. She was so deep in her thoughts that she didn't notice that she was being watched. As she walked pass an alleyway, she heard something, almost like the word 'prey'. She turned around and saw nothing but darkness. She rolled her eyes-- she thought she was going crazy.

Just as she turned back around, something grabbed her arm, its nails digging through her jacket, into her skin. It yanked her into the alleyway, quickly covering her mouth. As Annabelle's eyes adjusted to the darkness, she was soon staring into the eyes of a beast. The werewolf licked his lips, giving a smirk. Annabelle stared, frozen. All her anger quickly faded, and all that was left was fright, and lots of it. The beast removed his hands from her mouth, thinking she was far too scared to say or scream anything. Annabelle finally came back to reality when the werewolf put both hands on her shoulder's, his nails digging into her skin.

Annabelle started to squirm, kicking the beast in the chest, but it did nothing besides make the thing annoyed. It let go of his prey with one of his hands and brought it up to slash her face, but that was just enough time for Annabelle to wiggle out of her jacket and on to the ground with a thud. The werewolf blinked, wondering where his dinner just went. Annabelle wanted to scream, but her throat was clogged up with fear, so, instead, she tried to make a run for it. But, right as she got to the sidewalk, the beast grabbed her again, this time, without her jacket, his nails grabbed her skin. She let out a scream from the pain.

This time, the beast was not going to let his food get away. He wasted no time and bit down on her shoulder, his teeth sinking into her skin. Annabelle let another scream escape as blood started to rush out of her wound. The beast was about to tear off a big chunk of her shoulder, but his feast was interrupted as someone yelled out, "Hello?". Someone must of heard me scream, Annabelle thought. She would have been thrilled, if it wasn't for her losing so much blood.

The werewolf growled, before dropping Annabelle hard on the ground, and running off even further into the alley way. Annabelle tried to stand, but fell back on her butt. A woman soon appeared.

"Miss, are you all right?" the lady asked, shining her cellphone on to Annabelle for light. Annabelle was about to say yes, but suddenly she felt pain coming from her shoulder, like it was burning. Then, her whole body felt like it went up in flames. Annabelle let out another scream.

"Miss?!" The woman asked, again, scared that she must be in horrible pain. Then, the woman started to back up, scared of what was now in front of her. Annabelle noticed that the woman was trying to call someone on her cellphone, but soon the pain grew worse. Annabelle scream again.

"Hello?! Please! Send someone down here, there's a monster!" The woman yelled into the phone. Annabelle wondered if the woman saw the thing that attacked her, but, finally, Annabelle felt unconscious, not noticing that she was growing hair all over her body.

As the lady hung up the phone, she looked at the once young woman. She was on the ground now, with a tail and wolf ears. The woman couldn't see her face, but quickly grabbed a stick from the ground and poked the animal. She regretted it quickly though, because the beast grabbed the stick fast, breaking it. It looked up into the girl's eyes. The once grey blue color was now a blood red. The woman screamed and ran. The beast ran after her on all fours. The woman ran into the street, almost getting hit by a van, but the van swerved around her, hitting the werewolf. Suddenly, a Swat Team burst through the back door of the van.

The animal got up on both feet, ready to attack. Then, one member of the Swat Team shot a dart at her and missed her ear by inches. Then all of the members were shooting darts at the she beast. The werewolf went down in seconds, slowly changing back to a human. Annabelle opened her eyes, seeing flashing lights and people screaming. She didn't understand what was going on, only that her body hurt like hell and that something bad had happened. Then she closed her eyes and went back into the world of darkness.

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Sorry if it was too long or short to your liking. And sorry it was so dramatic, it will be happier next time. PLEASE REVIEW!! REVIEWS MAKES MY FANFICS TO GET OUT FASTER!! D: Oh and to the people who are reading my Peter Pan fanfic, I just really wanted to get this out, so don't worry, I'm working on chapter 7 right now!