The transfer.
The transfer of being a monster at least how some call it, the sacrifice. Was being this fiend a choice? Sometimes no. Who would choose this life? The life of being dastardly tortured, it came with power of course, but no dark devilish power was easy to adapt to.
Being this creature came with its faults. Being hunted was on the list for sure, it wasn't exactly "fun" being wanted dead by a group of mortals. And the smells weren't very pleasant, smelling the nearest dirty diaper or smelly sock wasn't very helpful in the least.
The anger
Being angry and being mortal was bad enough right? Sure you'd throw a fit punch a wall or two, but when being the beast that you were the affect was much more horrid. It was more of a death beckoning to happen. It was as if you were set of fire and the only thing to get you off was to run. Run and be angry. Their temper was triggered very sensitively. They went on a rampage that wasn't easily stopped. The only thing worse than that was during a full moon.
A full moon often causes havoc. When that moment hit, it was like a chemical reaction. It was an instant reaction, like fusing iron oxide and aluminum. It just happened like a bomb going off. The beast inside came out to play with the night. Eyes dilated, and growl forming slowly, nails slowly de-arching. The monster came out ready to rip everything and anything.
Imagine having a secret, one that you could tell no one. One, because if you did they might just stop talking to you, and revealing it could make you a science experiment to society.
Pleasing society is something we all do right? Whether it's dying our hair to cover up those shriveled up grays, or even just achieving a well toned body. We all try and are something were not and sometimes don't even care for. It's something we do to blend in, we be something were not.
That's what being that creature was like.
It was like being something you weren't
Something you weren't used to
Something you didn't want to get used to
It was like being two people, your usual self and something, or someone completely foreign. Someone who tore body's limb from limb and had no mercy policy at all.
We often confuse our fears in life with new experiences. For example the first day at school or work might be nerve racking or confusing but we always describe it as scary why? There's nothing skin raising about new experiences, its our petty mind playing tricks on us.
Being this beast wasn't scary, it was just new. A new getup and a new thought process. Being the beast you weren't you anymore. Imagine having no control over your body or thoughts, you just attacked because that's all you knew. Being such a beast you had no control your personal thoughts just blurred out and all that was seen was pitch blackness. That was it.
Imagine your best friend or significant other, that person could be dead the next day because of your own horrid thoughts. The beast was a beast. It didn't take no for an answer. And your personal thoughts could and would never dare interfere.
This was all the life of being this monster
This beast
This thing.
It wasn't an easy life but it had to be dealt with because this was the life of the beast. And inside us all, whether we like it or not, we all have a little bit of a monster inside of us.