Hey, I'm KD and this is my fisrt time posting at fan As you may notice the more your read, I may have alot of spelling errors. This is because I have a very weird/old version of word, and it does not include a spell check. Very odd. Anyways, yeah. I hope you all read it and enjoy it. PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! It would be greatly appreciated. I recommend listening to the song "Running up that Hill" by Placebo. My friend also recommends listening to the song "You Spin me right round" by Dead or Alive. (ignore this crazy girl) Anyways, enjoy and review. Merci beacoup!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. (But I am married to Sirius Black. jk)
Darkness. A never ending darkness. Silence, peace, calm. Overwhelming, piercing, fiery pain. Ouch.
I moan and roll over onto what was now my back. Slowly, I began to feel around. Grass, dirt, gravel, water. Why is there water? Why is it so thick? I slowly open my eyes, and wince at the light. I focus what little energy I had left inside of me, and looked up into the sky. It's dawn, and I can see the moon slipping silently behind the mountains in the distance. Above me lay the never ending heavens, filled with the most beautiful morning stars you could ever see. The sky is lit with fiery colors of purple, red , and orange. In the distance opposite of the moon, a faint light is coming. The sun. Silence. Peace and Silence.
Easing myself gently, I looked over at what I believed was water. Needless to say, it's not. It was in reality it's a pool of my own blood left over from the night before. The wind pickes up suddenly, causing all the leaves around me to shift forward and get caught in my already tousled hair. I pulled them out and sat there breathing slowly. In, out, In, out. It hurt to breath. There was pain everywhere, from my head to my toes.
I decided I had spent enough time just sitting on the ground. I needed to get up, and find my things…wherever they may be. I examined myself closely. Cuts, bruises, everything. The worst one was a piercing hole in my side. I assume that was where the pool of blood came from. I struggled to rememeber how I received such a nasty puncture, but I came up with nothing. I usually don't remember anything after a night like last night.
With an extreme amount of effort, I picked myself up and touched the side of the crumbling bark of the tree I was laying against. I was naked, this was going to be a problem. The wind picked up again and I shivered. I should move. Moving would be the best option. Imagine if a muggle comes along. How the hell do I explain myself being naked and not knowing where I am?
I begin to walk fairly quickly through the forest, looking for anything that may be familiar to me, but unfortunately, everything is foreign. Foreign land, Foreign earth, Foreign rivers. I walked for a good half hour before coming across a clearing where I saw my bag laying nearby. I rushed over to it quickly picked it up, diging through it frantically pulling out anything to cover myself. I slowly pick up my new clothes and stare at them.
I supposed I should not call them new. There just my back up clothes I wear after full moons. I have to rotate clothing because I don't have enough money to actually BUY new ones. I sigh, and slowly pull them on. Nothing fancy, nothing special, and extremly loose. I don't need any more pain coming from my clothes, then the amount of pain I'm already in. I then began to make my way out of the forest and through the countryside near by this little tiny town. In the distance I see woman hanging laundry, butchers getting ready, slaughering the already dead animals. The blood from the animals runs down the boards, entering the thick matted grass underneath, nourished form many years of blood. I cant stand to see so much blood, so I advert my eyes.
The road is long, but I don't mind. I'm trying to remember last night,but it seems almost impossible. I get bits and pieces; me tearing apart a tree, me killling a chicken, me eating the chicken, me fighting another werewolf. A stronger werewolf, A better werewolf. Angrily, I kick the dust filled road. Even in the werewolf community I'm not wanted. I walk on.
Finally I reach the end of the road, and I see Sirius smoking a cigarette. He's reading a battered up copy of some book written in French. He sees me and smiles, but when he sees my face frowns. He closes the book, puts out his cigarette, and rushes over to me. He takes my bag and we begin to walk towards his motorcycle. Another typical Full moon comes and goes. Before I put on one of Sirius spare helmets I look over at the mountains in the distance. The moon is barely visible over them now. Swiftly, an overwhelming urge to run takes me. I control it and stare at the colors in the sky. Only 29 more days til' the full moon. Only 29 more days til' once again I'm in so much pain I can hardly stand, breath, anything. 29 more days. 29.I get on the back of the motorcycle, Sirius turns the key and we begin to speed down twisting roads into the distance. Spontaneously Sirius pulls the motorcylce up and we fly. Fly throught the sky that holds the moon. The moon that haunts me day in and day out, the moon that I hate.