Cursed:

Chapter 1

Midnight

The wolf prowled through the forest, licking his teeth in hunger. It had been so long since a meal had walked by, and more than anything did he need one. Not even the too-furry squirrels or the bad-tasting skunks had wondered into his territory since the massacre of small animals several months ago.

Without any warning, the Wolf threw back his head and howled in hunger, in starvation, in... no. Nothing else. When food didn't rain from the sky, he stopped and sat, staring at the gravelly path that led through the woods to Partheon, a large kingdom with many riches and beautiful homes. Oh Partheon, why do you not miss your Prince? The wolf thought bitterly, letting sorrow seep into his tired limbs for merely a moment before he barked it off and slashed out at a harmless tree.

It had leaves of goldens, reds, and oranges that rained down on the wolf as dark as midnight. The dirt brown trunk now had three gashes in its rough bark. Three gashes that little did he knew, would give him away.

The Wolf continued on through the forest, growling in irritation as the first drop of daylight touched the horizon. He ran to his cave, his joints popping the whole way. By the time the Wolf got back to his cave... he was no longer the Wolf, he was the Prince of Partheon, too afraid he'd hurt his faithful people if he ever went home again.

And so the Prince crawled into the rocky cave and slid down a slope that led to a small room with an old creaky bed that had a quilt that symbolized his royalty. A quilt that would never see the light of day again. There was also a closet that held the few belongings he brought with him in a wooden box.

The prince pealed off his old clothing and put on something more comfortable to sleep in before crawling under the quilt and yawning slowly, drifting off into the usual nightmare-filled sleep.

5:00PM

"Red, Darling, would you please go pick some strawberries from the field?" Grandmother asked in her croaky, sweet voice.

"Yes, ma'am." I answered, bored of this small village, of this life of thievery. If only I could leave, but Grandmother would never allow me to venture through the forest to Partheon to get a real job and be paid so we could survive without sneaking into people's gardens and stealing their food. I sighed and grabbed a basket, heading off.

I went to the field where strawberries grew wild and only picked the ones that looked most delicious.

"Well, well, well, what's Little Red doing in my strawberry patch?" A sickly sweet voice sneered. I slowly turned to find Dylan, the village's rich boy, smirking at me.

"It's a wild strawberry field." I corrected. "Nobody owns this land." I snapped and went back to picking strawberries.

"I own this land. My father bought it just a week ago. I believe you don't have enough money to pay for that, but there are other ways." He added, raking his eyes over my body. I scowled and threw a strawberry at his head, and it smacked him dead in the eye. He yelped. "That's it! I'm gonna get you!" Dylan growled and I took off, not paying attention to where I was going.

I sped down a hill, listening to his loud footsteps as he chased after me, yelling insults all the way.

My stamina slowly began to dwindle as the path straightened out, but I willed my legs to run faster, wishing I had worn a looser pair of red jeans today. "Help!" I shouted, unable to run anymore and began to lose my speed. Though somewhere, something demanded I keep going, and so I did. Straight into the forest.

I ran faster, and Dylan continued to chase after me. I could not stay on the path if I wished to keep my innocence, and so I turned off, running through the woods. The footsteps faded, but I didn't stop until I was utterly lost.

4:00AM

That night, in his starvation, the Wolf turned towards the village and began to lop through the forest, on his way to kill a chicken or two in the desperation for food. Though, he didn't get very far from his... home? It wasn't a home- his shelter before a sweet scent swept into his nostrils with the breeze.

The Wolf looked to the ground and noticed a trail of strawberries- thick and juicy and looking appetizing right about now. As he followed the trail, he would chew them slowly and savor the taste, for fair the trail would end with no warning.

However, it didn't end once he came to the source, it only just began. The wolf whimpered with excitement as he noticed the girl laying in the leaves, sleeping soundly with a basket next to her. He expertly used his muzzle to flip the top of it open and decided she would be the main course.

As he gobbled down the strawberries in a ferocious haste, the girl blinked her inhumane violet eyes and her breath caught in her throat at the beautiful horror eating her only source of food until she got back home. The Wolf.

He licked his muzzle and turned to her, only to blink from shock himself. She was gorgeous in every way. Her chocolate brown curls framing her pretty face, her violet eyes- strangely familiar- boring into his, that tan, perfect skin that was caked with blood and dirt. Her red jeans were ripped at the knees which were bleeding, and she tightened her blood red jacket around her, quickly scooting away from him.

He wanted to tell her to calm down, that he'd kill her quickly, but she wouldn't understand him anyways. So instead he just pounced on her and dug his claws into her soft skin. She was so pretty, maybe he'd play with his food before he ate it.

The girl let a bloodcurdling scream for help escape her lips in desperation. The Wolf jut barked with laughter. No one's foolish enough to come for you. He thought, resting a paw on her cheek and letting his claws sink in, slowly raking them across her flawless skin.

The girl screamed in agony, begging for the Wolf to stop, but he was enjoying himself too much. The smell of precious, delicious blood met his nostrils and he licked her cheek, getting a nice taste of his dinner. Her blood tasted amazing to put it simply. The Wolf automatically couldn't get enough of it.

While she screamed for mercy, he dug his claws into her arms and made long gashes all the way fro, her shoulders to her wrist, lapping up the blood. The girl tried to get away, but he was too strong, too quick, too dangerous. The wolf bit down on her arm and began to drag her away while she screamed and cried. He didn't wanna risk being seen even though it was dark out.

The full moon illuminated the way as the wolf dragged his prey home and nudged her down the slope into his small room. She tried to climb back up as the wolf went down but he refused to let her go and instead tackled her. Trailing his claws along her stomach and legs as well. Savoring the taste, for when he feasted it would be quick, and there would be no time to taste then.

"Stop, you bastard dog!" The girl snarled, obviously fed up with crying from pain. The Wolf blinked, a little surprised by her sudden toughness. Where had he seen it before? He thought back to when he was much younger. Twelve maybe. A girl was the first thing of his childhood memories that he could recall. Everything about her was pretty, but her eyes... were an exotic... violet. Could it be that this was the same girl?

That voice was also familiar, and the way she talked. He remembered then when she had called the village jerk- Dylan was is?- the exact same thing she had jut called the Wolf when he had tried to kiss her. Yes, his thoughts were confirmed as he looked into those eyes once more, that had green flecks in them that nobody could forget.

He was looking down at the girl, who not only stole his heart, but was about to be his next meal.

Okay, Skats, a deal's a deal. Here it is! To the rest of you, I hope you enjoy. Third person is kinda new for me, I don't write with it often, so tell me what you think! REVIEWS would seriously be loved as they always are!

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