The world, it seemed, was filled with creatures of the night.
Silver, a tall and skinny teenager with long brown hair and gray eyes, stared out her window as she watched all the commotion below.
There, right under her, were two wolves, tearing at something she couldn't see. It could have been a raw steak; it could have been a bone. What it was Silver could not make out under the dim moon light, but she thought it could have been something that they dug up, for there was a rut in her yard, fifteen feet away from the two wolves.
Something in her mind told her these weren't wolves though. No, they were too big to be wolves. She stared at them a while longer, until one of the abnormally big wolves looked up at her.
And it howled.
A long, stretched, "AOOOOO!" filled the night. The wolf's big, black eyes looked into her own gray ones, and it jumped- no, it flew- up to her, coursing though the night like a paper airplane would through a classroom. She screamed and hastily shut her bedroom window, breathing heavily.
She dared to look down to see if the wolf bumped into the window or got caught in it, but when she looked back at where the two wolves had been fighting second earlier, there was nothing.
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Lycanthrope, was what they called it. The dictionary said 'werewolf'. The word, 'Lycanthrope' echoed in Silver's mind as she awoke this morning. She had no idea how she knew this word- she had never heard it before. Maybe she heard it sometime but couldn't remember it. She yawned and stretched, still hearing the word in her mind- Lycanthrope, Lycanthrope, Lycanthrope.
Even as she got ready for a boring day at boring school she heard the word. Was it important? She never felt like this before- like some sign was calling to her and she was SUPPOSED to know what it meant, but she didn't. It was like taking a test that you didn't study for- that you didn't even know was coming up.
"Are you ready?" Silver jumped as her mother's voice filled her bathroom. She didn't realize that she was staring at herself in the mirror, staring at someone entirely different. Because surely that girl in the mirror could not be her. It couldn't be.
The girl in the mirror had black eyes.
She blinked once, twice, three times and looked back at the mirror. Her eyes were still black, still that scary, odd color. No one's eyes should be black, she thought, her voice having an edge to it, even in her mind. She suddenly felt dizzy, and reached for her glasses, feeling like maybe the unbalance was from not having her glasses on; that happened before, right? But as she put them on, she realized her vision got blurry. She took them off; now it was fine.
What was going on?
She had an inkling…but she didn't want to acknowledge it. New color of eyes…and now she didn't have to- couldn't, really- wear her glasses. They were new eyes entirely. She gawked at herself in the mirror some more, until her mother's voice rang from the hall again, "Silver! Come on!"
She'll notice my eyes, mom's always notice things, oh my God, she'll notice…and then what will I say? I have no idea? 'Cause that's the truth! I have no idea what happened!
Silver put on some sunglasses and came up with a plan. If anyone at school asked why her eyes were black, she'd say that her new contacts she got for her birthday were accidentally color-changing, and her mom said that they'd get it fixed sometime. But she kind of liked the change, and was thinking of keeping them.
That last part was the truth, anyhow.
The thing was, she was going to have trouble pulling it off. She was always a terrible liar. Maybe she could say she was sick, and stay home today. But what about tomorrow, or the next day, or the next? What about those days, huh loser?! You can't just skip school because your eyes CHANGED COLORS! Deal with it, take it like the toughy you are!! A voice in her mind said.
She growled at the voice; the growl was throaty and surprised her. It sounded like a real growl from a real animal. Silver bit her lip and threw her backpack over her shoulder.
"Want some breakfast before we go?" her mother asked as Silver hopped hesitantly down the stairs. She shook her head- the thought of cereal or eggs made her stomach roll over in a sick way; she breathed heavily, wondering why this was. She was always hungry in the mornings. "No, you have to eat something."
"I'm really not hungry. Actually, I'm not feeling too good."
"Do you want to stay home from school today?" her mother asked, her eyebrows cocked in a skeptical way. Do ya? Do ya wanna skip school, you BIG BABY? Come on, skip school, I dare ya! Skip it and see where it gets ya. NOWHERE, THAT'S WHERE! The voice taunted her again; this time she had to fight back the urge to growl at it, fight it off. Big chicken! Fight me off! Come on, you can do it!
"Shut up," she mumbled to it. The best you can do? Huh? BIG BABY! "SHUT UP!" she screamed and growled.
Her mom stared at her, shocked. "Young lady!" she said, surprised, like Silver just slapped her. "You are going to school today whether you like it or not!"
Silver nodded and picked up a breakfast bar, and then walked out into the blazing sun.
The sun burned her skin slightly. She gasped and rubbed at her arms, sure it was the heat, but also sure at the same time that the heat couldn't be that bad to burn her skin. She ran to her mother's car, got in, and slammed the door shut. The tin foiled protector sat on the dashboard, protecting the car from the heat by blocking the sun's rays from coming in through the windshield. Silver was suddenly glad for her mother's low tolerance for anything barely hot or barely cold.
Soon after, her mother got in the car. She was still visibly fuming, and she started the car up without a word.
Silver took this time of spectacular silence to think about the past events. Black eyes, no hunger, and the sun burning her skin. All of that added up to one thing that couldn't be possible.
She'd read books on them, she'd even fallen in love with them once upon a time. She knew about them, researched them. But never in her life did she think that one day it could be possible that she was one of them.
That was crazy, psycho, ludicrous. Because she could not be something that didn't exist.
But let's face it, BABE, you are one. The BLACK EYES, the BURNING SUN, the LOSS OF APPETITE; you are one and you know it. Remember the growl? Yeah, sugar, you ARE one. Don't try to fight it off, darling. Because you are, and you will be for the rest of eternity.
Silver Moon Stone was a vampire.