BLACK WOLF

I sat there in my tree looking up at the moon, today was my 15th birthday, and next year I was to be 16. I grinned at that thought, no more responsibilities. I would be free, but I wouldn`t be free alone next year I was to get my first wolf. My canines have grown sharper I thought as I ran my tongue along them. I then sighed soon so very soon I would have to rely on blood to live. Not just regular air, food and water. No for in one little year none of that stuff would matter to me…ever again. The wind now heavily pounded against me and the tree leaves. I heard a howl in the distance, smoke rose to the sky. I knew the war had begun. I leaped down to the ground. I scraped my arm. The cut ran from my wrist up to my inner elbow. I ran and ran. Never looking back. I ripped my black dress several times. My long black hair was windblown. My ivory skin was bloody almost all over. The worst of cut of course was the one that ran down my arm because of the tree. I saw a huge pack of wolves, black, and brown, silver; white…every type of wolf. On the other side of the fire were all of my closet relatives…the ones I mostly depended on. The fire burned faster, harder. Tears ran gently down my face…the war had started because of me. Everyone turned to look at me. The wolf demons had a look of pure hate on their faces. While the vampires had a look of pity, mixed with welcoming on their faces. I didn`t know which side to choose…why was this happening to me. Then everyone looked away. The fire now raged in fury of what was about to happen. Then the leaders from both sides looked at me apolageticly. Then everyone ran like lightning, thrashing, biting, shreding each other to shreds. I stared in pure horror as bodies of my family, friends and people I greatly looked up to drop dead. Next thing I knew I had a surge of power rush through me. My ears blared with shrieks of terror not from the war but from in me, somwhere deep in me. Images flashed before me. A little girl…dressed in black sitting in a corner against a brown blood stained room. Iluminated by a single light bulb, that kept flickering. Then the girl looked up. Her tear stained face. A shot of panic blared like the fire in me…that girl was…me! Suddenly the war scene came back, most everyone was dead. Only a few remained standing, most severly ingured. My father was standing in the middle of the blood stained meadow. I ran into his arms sobbing uncontrolably. My daughter…I am so sorry. I just continued sobbing, never speaking. I could tell I was going to be traumitized from this. And why did I see myself. What was that feeling I had. What is wrong with me?