Moonlight Eyes
Chapter One: Isabella's Beginnings
Everything can change with just one decision. One night, one mistake, one bite. She ran out of the house and into the small village streets. Eyes watched her run past, shocked at the sight of her. She gasped and felt sting in her eyes and the red angry mark on her cheek burned. She tucked her head down in humiliation as she ran from her miseries, and her mistakes. The blood on her hands were evidence enough of that. Her mother. Oh god, her cruel, broken mother. The mother who hurt her, the mother who despised her own daughter. She went to far, and Isabella took action. But she could not face the punishment of the uncompassionate townspeople. She would be treated like Frankenstein's monster, being alive in the time she was. They would burn her. Flames would engulf and seize and grip her, damn her. So she ran. Into the forest, away from the surprised eyes. Her dress whipping around her legs as she ran. Away, going, going, going... Legs beating, heart pounding, blood rushing. She was weak then. But that fateful day took her away from her new life, to meet her destiny. The strings of fate tugging her forward, forward to meet glowing yellow eyes deep in the forest. Isabella would die this day, Isabella would be created, born.
Chapter Two: The Yellow Eyes
Bella leaned against a tree trunk deep in the forest and slowly sunk to the ground, gasping and shaking, covered in a cold sweat. She had killed her. Killed her own mother. But it wasn't her fault! She thought. Her mother hurt her, made her feel worthless, blamed her for her father leaving and dying while she was pregnant with her. Bella's face was wet in sweat and tears but she cried no more. She had not the energy.
"Oh God," she whispered. But she knew nothing could save her now. She could only pray for forgiveness. Her fatigue caught her, and she struggled to keep her eyes open as the fog of sleep weighed heavy on her just as the actual fog of the forest hung around her. She thought she would close her eyes and rest just a moment, then she would wake and continue on her escape route through the forest, away from her crime, away from the cruel and harsh memories of an unloving mother and a missing eyes shut, and she slept...
She dreamt of darkness and blood and... Teeth, claws, so sharp. Grabbing her, sinking into her, a deep nightmarish noise... She woke with a gasp. It had sounded so real. She shivered from the cold, a terrible sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. The sun had completely set and a full moon shined above her. "Oh no," she whispered at the sight. She had heard tell of monsters that could only lurk during the full moon. She shook and tried to calm herself trying to get her fear in check. She was successful, telling herself that those ghost stories were just that... Stories. That's what she convinced herself until she heard it again. The noise, the dreadful noise from her dream. She heard movement in the darkness, soething stalking and circling her. She saw movement of shadows and the deep noise, a growl. It, the creature, was big. She caught the movement of shadowns and the flash of white and yellow from eyes, from teeth. She held her breath, willing it to leave. It circled her again and again the noise and its movements becoming quieter, until it was gone. She waited, straining to hear it again or see it again, but heard and saw nothing. She let out her breath in a huge sigh of frightened relief and let out a nervous, almost psychotic laugh. A gust of warm air on the back of her neck, breath. She choked on her laugheter and spun around scrambling away from what she saw. Her mouth opened but she could not scream. It was an absolute monster, huge and white with yellow eyes and long claws and teeth, three times her height teeth bigger than steak knives. She gasped for air and finally let out a scream. Trying with all her might she stood to run but was pounced on by the creature, the ungodly wolf. It growled and dug its teeth into her thigh. She had never known such pain. Fire seared her leg and she screamed as blood poured like a river into its mouth, staining its fur. She vaguely thought to herself that she had escaped one fire for another.
The wolf monster released her leg for a moment, tearing off flesh and swallowing it. She saw this and almost passed out but found the strength to turn over and try to crawl away, the wolf however, had other plans. It took its claws and dug them into her back, pinning her to the ground. It snarled and hissed and went to take another bite, to eat her alive, and her vision blurred as she screamed and wept in extreme blinding pain. Just as it was about to sink its teeth once again into her, it stopped. It raised its awful head, looking towards a noise Bella did not hear. The white beast looked down at her once more as if considering her, then looked back towards the noise. He retracted from her body his claws, and howled running, shaking the Earth in his terrible wake, blood dripping from its claws that brought only pain and destruction from its teeth that were the bringers of painful deaths. This beast that struck terror into every soul which beheld it, which rumors and stories of its strength and cruelty circulated around the nation, around the globe, this beast... Never thought anything of leaving the poor weak girl in the forest to die and suffer in flames of agony. It relished in her screams. He never thought to worry about such a girl. But he should have.
The moment they met, the moment he left her to die, their strings of fate met, connected and tangled. Her fate intertwined with him. He had been her undoing. When he left her their to die, her life line, her strings were cut, then tied back together again. She would forever be changed, forever be altered. She died and was born that night. And he would have reason to fear, because she would be the undoing of him. They would meet again. Bella screamed and writhed on the forest floor wishing for death, her hear slowed and flames, and teeth and claws dug into every cell. Her screams became unearthly and unreal, this pain could never be forgotten. Her hear slowed to a stop and the forest life held its breath, nothing stired as her heart and screams stopped suddenly. The forest waited, the moon shone down on her, waiting silently, calmly.
Her heart beat again, fast and erratically, a new heart beat, a new Isabella. She bones were lit on fire anew and new screams pierced the night, almost sounding like a howl. She was changing, her skin, her teeth, her claws, her eyes. Her pupils enlarged as she stared up at the moon screaming, the moonlight reflected in the blackness, making it appear as though the moon lived in her eyes. Finally her world turned black as the sun rose and she drifted into a long and fitfull sleep. Isabella would not forget the monster, she would remember. She would be a new cause for fear in the hearts of many.