This is my first fanfiction. So let me know if it's any good, I could really use any advice that you can give me. Any characters or places, anything that sounds familiar, is J.K. Rowling and I don't claim any of it as mine.
"Mom, I'm going for a walk." Lucia said as she grabbed her coat from the hall closest. As we walked towards the back of the house her mom came out of the living room where her parents and two younger sisters were.
"Okay, honey but don't be out too late. It's almost dark already."
"Don't worry mom, I'll be fine. I'm just going out to the pond for a swim. There's nothing to worry about."
Yes, I supposed your right. But still I want you to bring on of your fathers rifles just in case there a wild animal out there."
Lucia sighed, "You know all the wild animals are on the reserve mother, but I'll bring one just to make you happy." She walked down the hallway to her father's study and walked around his desk to the gun cabinet behind it. She grabbed the key from its hiding spot on top of the cabinet and pulled out one of the rifles that had a shoulder strap and she put it over her shoulder. Lucia then headed to the back door, yelling a final good-bye to her family before leaving.
Lucia took a small trail that was just visible in the waning light of the sun through the trees at the back of the year. A path she had taken so many times she could walk it blindfolded. She love nature, always had. It was her love for it that led her to finding this path and the pond that it led to which was a few miles into the forest. She loved the smell of the flowers along the path and the grass that peek out in places where the sun shone through the trees. She loved the way the forest smelled after it rained how everything smelt new and clean and fresh. Her favorite colours were the beautiful greens of the trees leaves and the bright blue if a cloudless sunny sky. But Lucia's favorite thing of all was the night's starry sky and the radiant rays of the full moon.
This is why she was walking to that pond that night. In the summer months the pond stayed warm during the night and since it was nearing the end of July it was especially warm. Lucia planned to go swimming that night, under the light of the full moon.
By the time Lucia reached the clearing that help the pond, the sun had fully set and the big full moon was peeking over the horizon. For several moments, she simply starred at if, a small smile on her face for the man on the moon, before she slung the rifle off her shoulder and placed it on a large flat rock that was near the pond. She place the towel she had bring next to it before removing her clothes, folding them and setting them down as well.
Lucia walked to the water's edge and tested the temperature with her hand, finding it warm enough she walked in slowly until the water was up to her waist before diving under. When she came up for air she was near the middle of the pond, where she wasn't able to touch the bottom. Lucia paddle around the pond a few times before returning to the middle where she floated on her back and look at the night sky.
She smiled as she remembered all the great times she's had there, with her family and more importantly, her best friend Amelia. All of them came here often, during the day and night, as she was doing now. Lucia thought back to one night the summer before, on the 24th of August when she had turned 16. Amelia had snuck a bottle of whiskey from her parents' alcohol cabinet and Lucia's mother had allowed them to camp out at the pond. It was the first time that their parents had let them say there overnight all by themselves. They had swam in the pond until they were wrinkly, occasionally taking a drink from the bottle of whiskey. The whiskey warmed them from the inside our and they couldn't help the giggles that came from their mouths at the stupidest of things.
That night had been the first time that they had kissed, but not the last, and it was the happiest moment of Lucia's life. If wasn't long after that day, when Amelia and Lucia realized they had feelings for each other. They started spending more time together, they were nearly inseparable. When they got back to school that year, they made sure to have almost all the same classes together and they always sat next to each other and were partners in any project that they were given.
Amelia was on vacation with her parents right now in France, and they weren't returning until the 4th of August, which was a week and a half away. Lucia could hardly wait for them to come back and her to be able to hold Amelia again. They had already planned to come here to the pond the first night she got back and Amelia would tell her everything that she had done in France. They would swim in the pond for hours and fall asleep in each other's arms.
Lucia smiled as she floated around the pond, until she realized the moon was almost to its annex in the sky, it was nearly midnight already. She quickly swam to the shore and wrung out as much water as she could from her waist length dark brown hair. She then grabber her towel and wiped the excess water from her body.
That was when she heard the howl. It was a long eerie cry of a wolf, to close for Lucia to feel comfortable. She grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head quickly, forgetting about her bra. As she went for her pants she heard another howl pierce the night air, closer the before and she heard a distant crashing a breaking of bushes coming from the opposite direction of the trail leading home. She shoved her legs in hr pant legs, grabbed her rifle and ran down the trail.
Just before entering the tree line, Lucia glanced over her shoulder and saw the giant beast break into the clearing from the opposite end as her. It had many of the features of a wolf, with a long snout and ears, fur covering most of its body. But it was too big to be a wolf; it had a long skinny tail and limbs that were almost human like. It hand large hands that were half to being paws with long claws extending from its fingers. When the beast saw Lucia, it reared onto its back legs, threw its head back and let out a long shrieking howl for the third time.
Lucia bolted down the path home, running as fast s she could in the darkness of the forest. After several moments, she could hear the wolf-beast running behind her and gaining fast. When she thought it was near enough to shot at without being able to see it, she turned around lifted her rifle and shot at it. She heard a yowl of pain from the beast and shot again, hoping to be able to kill it. She heard it cry out again but it was too dark to see if it would stay down, so she continued to run away.
Unfortunately, it wasn't long before Lucia heard the beast behind her again, so she tried to turn a shot it again but the rifle was ripped from her hands and thrown into other darkness. The beast then picked her up by the neck and threw her into the trunk of a tree. Her head hit hard with the tree, leaving her dizzy and her eyes unfocused, though it was too dark for them to be any use to her anyways. When she slid down the trunk of the tree, she attempted to crawl away, only to have the creature grabber and throw her again. This time, she was nearly knocked unconscious, barely staying awake, and she was unable to move
Moony crept up to the girl it was chasing and batted her with its forepaw. When he saw that she didn't move, his wolf-like face twisted into what was its smile and sniffed at the girl. He inhale her scent of lavender and smelt something more, something he had never smelt before. He picked the girl up by her arms, his claws digging into her creamy white skin. The wolf man smelled her blood and howled loudly, realizing the scent for what it was.
Purity. The innocence of a woman unclaimed.
The smell made Moony's mind go wild. He must take her, make her his. He took one of his long fingered claws from around her shoulder and slashed at her shirt, tearing it in two and leaving claw marks down her chest, between her perky breasts and ending just before her naval. He saw more of her blood and leaned forward to lick it from her blood, relishing the sweet taste of it on his tongue. He heard the girl whimper softly and the wolf wan growled in response, throwing her down to the ground and tearing at the pants that hid her smooth flesh from his hungry eyes. Her pants ended up in tatters around her, gouges on her legs leaking her precious blood onto the ground beneath her.
The girl had regained some of her strength, Moony noticed, as she had turned onto her stomach and was attempting to crawl away again. He growled at her and pulled her by her ankle towards him, her face being ground into the floor of the forest. The wolf man then wrapped one hand around the back of her neck and tightened it, warningly to make sure she didn't resist. He dug the claws of his other hand into the tender flesh of her hip and thrust his fully erect member it the girl. He heard her scream and start to struggle against his hold on her. Her shrieks only turned him on more and he tightened his grip on her, pulling her closer.
Moony growled as he pulled out and began pushing into her small body, harder and faster with each stroke. The girl whimpered and cried in pain, edging him on even more. He felt her innocent blood coating his member and he savoured it scent as he ravished her and made her his. When he felt he was close to being undone, he placed his jaw over her small shoulder, teeth pressing into her delicate flesh there but not yet piercing it. He felt himself tighten and he sank his teeth into her, causing her to let out an ear-splitting scream of pain, as he released his seed into her warm womb, making her completely and truly his.
Now the girl would want only him, would only ever feel whole, only ever feel satisfied, he was with her.
The girl was now limp in Moony's arms, unconscious. He placed her on the ground and licked all the wounds on her body, turning her over to get the ones on her front. Her breath was shallow and her heartbeat slow. The wolf man hoped that she would survive, but for now, he would leave her there. So that when the next full moon showed itself to her, she would come to him. Her licked her wounds on last time and then tossed his head back to howl loudly at the moon, running off into the darkness of the night.
Remus Lupin awoke to the warmth of the sun on his back, the feel of soft grass beneath him and the taste of blood in his mouth. His whole body hurt and he had a splitting headache. He sat up slowly to make sure not to jar his already throbbing head, and looked around, seeing that he was just outside the Shrieking Shack, which was very unusual, since he should have been inside the run down building.
Remus looked down his body to assess the damage of the injuries he had inflicted on himself during the full moon, noting the blood covering his hands first. He saw that despite the amount of blood on them, he only had a few minor cuts, except for two small holes that he could see on his right shoulder. That along with the taste of blood in his mouth horrified him. He shot up from his sitting position, which he realized was bad idea as he became dizzy and lightheaded, nearly falling down to the ground again. He looked down the rest of his body, silently hoping to find some kind of hidden injury that would explain all the blood.
That was when he saw the blood on his member and smeared across the tops of his thighs.
"No, no, no...Please no." He cried desperately and fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face. "I can't have...pleased no..." He put his head down in his hands, falling onto his side and curling into a fetal position, crying harder still.
And that was how he was found, two hours later, when Headmaster Dumbledore came to check on him. When he saw Remus' form on the grass before the Shrieking Shack, he quickened his pace and went to Remus. Kneeling beside him, he said, "Are you alright, Remus? What happened?"
"I...I don't know...I must have, must have gotten out somehow...I think...I think I attacked someone..." Great sobs wrecked through Remus' body. "I think I raped someone Albus... I just don't know... I can't remember...How can anyone forgive some like this?"
Oh, Remus," Dumbledore said. "We will find some way to figure out who it is you attacked, if you are lucky, then they have survived, so that we can help them through the difficult times that are ahead of them." Albus noticed the holes in Remus' shoulder. "What are these?" He touched them and Remus winced. A worried look appeared on Albus' face as he got up from his kneeling position and went around to Remus' back, seeing two more holes there as well.
Remus lifted his hand to feel the wounds as Albus had, "I don't know. Do you have any idea?"
"Unfortunately, I believe I do," He had a sadden expression on his face as he continued, "Remus, it's very likely that these are bullet holes. Which means that the person you attack was probably a Muggle."
Remus looked horrified. "I'm so sorry, Albus. I...I don't even know how I got out."
"There's nothing to be done about that now, we'll figure out how you got out later. We must find whoever you attacked and help them as much as we can, especially if they are a Muggle. They won't know what has happened to them. But for now, let's get you healed and dress."