"Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. Fucking shit, Carter, why do you fucking do this to yourself, you little shit."
I cursed at myself as I drove towards the forest. Once again, I'd got carried away on my date and had almost killed the poor man because of it. Note to self, never again schedule a date on the night of a full moon. I'd only managed to make it this far because the moment I'd gotten into my truck I took the pocket knife I keep in my purse and thrusted it into my thigh. Doing so hurt like a mother, but pain was better than changing in the middle of a Red Lobster. Pain bought me time. Enough to make it into the forest were I wouldn't hurt anyone. Yet pain wouldn't keep me human forever. Finally I reached my destination. I came to a full stop and jumped out of my pick-up. I made sure to stumble enough of a distance away from my truck before I yanked the knife from my leg and tossed it. There was no time to save my cloths. The change came like a tidal wave, completely washing me over and knocking me out.
I heard the soft chatter of near by squirrels and the gentle cautioned steps of woodland animals before I smelt the blood. I cracked open one eye, then another. Not to my surprise, a dead carcass laid a few inches from my face. It looked like what once was a doe. What can I say, a girls got to eat. I muttered a short apology to the deceased animal, then began my journey back to my truck. As I walked, I quickly glanced over my arms, my chest. and my legs. The deep gash in my thigh where I'd lodged my knife had healed up, yet I could still see, still feel scratches and cuts healing up all over my body. Healing was about the only plus to my curse.
Gladly, my truck was in the same place and condition I'd left it. My cloths from the night before were long gone. To my luck, I had an extra pair of cloths in my trunk for occasions just like this. I threw on panties, underwear, sweatpants, and a long sleeve T-shirt. I slipped into the drivers seat and began to drive back home.
"Good job, Carter. No one died this time.. No one human."
I'd made it a habit to tell myself positive things on drives home after changes during the night of the full moon, even if it was not always true. Which was often.