Its happening again.
Even though I tried to change my nature, sometimes it's just too much to take in. I loose control and the other part of me is unchained and set upon the world.
Just the other day I woke up in my bed, dripping in sweat and blood. I wish I could say that I didn't remember what happened to me, but I could recal every detail: The scent of roses and honey, the color of her skin in the moonlight, the auburn of her hair and the intelligence in her green eyes.
The way she screamed when my eyes turned yellow. Her last breath as my claws ripped into her flesh and at her heart.
Sam and Dean will come for me for sure. I know they will. I hope for it.
Soon I will be free from this evil, vile creature inside of me. Soon the people in this city will no longer have to fear because of my kind.
But the agonizing burn in my skin warns me that it is not soon enough. Tonight I will choose another victem. Tonight I will be the unwilling murderer of an innocent woman.
The other part of me, the werewolf inside of me howls in anticipation at the prospect. I am unable to fight her, my darker nature.
My human name is Erica Dune. I am a werewolf.
And I'm hunting.