Midnight
She tore out of the bushes, the thorns picking at her bare legs and thighs. She couldn't take it anymore, the pain was too overwhelming. Every inch of her body hurt, pulsed with pure pain, shocked her till she was too weak to move. She leaped over a mossy log, too numb by the cold and pain to notice the cuts and burns on her naked body. The wails of the dogs behind her got louder and louder, the shouts of angry men chanting "Kill the wolf, Kill the wolf before the full moon!" That was tonight, she knew it. The girl paused in a small clearing and looked up. The sun was settling, and she could faintly see the white moon. Nothing would prepare her for what was going to happen tonight. She already felt the pain of the transformation, and just to think, it will get worse.
The howls of the dogs and men reminded her she was being followed. She bolted further into the forest, avoiding the awakening cobras and other small but dangerous creatures. Why did it come to this? Why? What did she do to deserve this? She was only fifteen, and visiting her poor family in the Soviet Union! But ever since a week ago, her family was too afraid to even touch her.
The girl stopped. She was cornered, a muddy cliff raised before her, blocking her. She let out a groan of fear and turned around to run the other way, but the men and their dogs had already began to block her in.
"Kill the wolf…Kill the wolf before the full moon!" they chanted, their dogs snarling and barking at her. The girl tensed and felt the pain worsen.
"Please!" she begged the mob. "Spare me!"
The lead man pulled out a long, silver knife from under his coat. "Spare a Werewolf!" he spat. The men behind him shouted angry retorts. "Never!"
"But its me, Elvira!" she cried. "Elvira Livana, daughter of Emily Livana and…"
"It no longer matters, wolf!" He shouted, leading his men forward. "Unleash the dogs!"
To her horror, the men untied their dogs whom lunged right at her. Elvira tried to jump away, but one mud colored dog latched onto her leg. He tore into her flesh, shaking his body to tare her skin away. She let out a cry of agony like none before and fell, beating the dog to let go. Only more came, Sinking their hungry teeth into her arms, legs, sides and all. She cried out for help, but the men just stood there, watching as the orange sky turned silky black. The dogs tore into her, chewing her muscles and pulling her apart. She could feel the bones in her legs and arms snap in two. She could feel the very tooth that sank deep into her. She could see her own crimson blood spray and pool. She gave up screaming and felt the darkness close on her, the pain seemed to start to fade away.
But, like a bolt of lightning, her bloody body jolted. She went completely numb, and to her, it seemed like the calm before the storm. The dogs stopped and backed away slowly, their eyes wide as they stared at her. She gazed up at the now blackened sky, and over her, the full white moon hung.
Elvira's eyes widened, and all together the agonizing pain returned like a breath-taking wave. She heard the sound of bones snapping and crackling, and she could feel her ribs rising under her skin. She opened her mouth in a silent scream and retched, blood seeping out from her lips. Her gums hurt as well, to her, it felt as if someone was using a knife to try and pry out her teeth. She tossed her head and cried out in pure agony. This pain was overwhelming! Elvira rolled onto her stomach and gripped the ground for support. She clenched her teeth, and felt sharp dog like fangs with her sore tongue. She arched her back once she felt her rib cage shift again, rising higher and wider. She could feel her organs shift too, rising and falling, twisting and changing. Her spine crackled and rose, nearly breaking her bloody skin. Elvira lifted herself a little from the ground, staring widely at her trembling hands. They were stretching, shifting and cracking. She felt the sharp stabs as new, thick and sharp, talon like nails popped out from under her normal human nails. She let out scream, feeling her feet shifting like her hands had, but they kept on stretching, tarring her already torn skin.
Elvira parted her jaws. A gurgled cry escaped her as the pain in her tailbone area increased till she felt a nub press threw. The nub grew and grew slowly and turned furry. She twisted her head, her collar bone snapping and widening. She felt her torn muscles tense and bulge, even healing. Black fur had begun to press through her healing and shifting skin. More blood poured from her pointy-toothed mouth just as her lips tore and stretched. Her face began to grow long, like a wolf's muzzle. She threw her head back and forth, crying out. But now, her cry sounded more like a doggish whine and yelp. Her ears stretched as well, turning long and furry, pointy as well. She now saw that her whole body was covered in silky black fur, dark as the night sky.
Patches of gray fur grew on the backs of her legs and elbows, and her once black and gray hair now turned all gray and shaggy with black tips. She closed her tearing eyes, and the pain slowly faded away. She stood there, on all fours, panting and gasping. What had just happened to her! Was it true…was she really what she thought she was? Elvira opened her eyes. The staring dogs around her flinched and backed away, whimpering and cringing. She gazed over them, to the mob. They were shaking in fear, even the lead man. Most groaned fearfully and started to back away. Elvira blinked and stood, noticing her legs and changed in shape. She looked at her hands…or should I say paws. They were similar to a human hands but…they had pads and long, shiny black claws, plus the black fur. Elvira snapped her head up, making the mob and dogs flinch. The lead man stepped forward nervously, but anger was still spread on his face.
"Hurry! Before the Transformation is complete!" he bellowed. "Get your silver out, and take her lets bring her down! Hurry!" The mob seemed to get their anger back and began taking out shiny, silver objects. Silver forks, knifes, pitch forks, and much more shiny things they picked were made of silver. Elvira shook her head and raised her hands to stop them from advancing, which made the dogs whimper and kneel.
"No! I'm ok, really! Look, I'm not going to attack you, I'm fi…" Another blow of pain took the breath from her gut. More pain! Her throat began to throb, and to her amazement, her limps began to move by themselves. Her hands clenched, her legs took a few steps toward the dogs. What was she doing! Elvira gaped her jaws to yell "stop it!" but all that came out was a snarl. At that, she noticed she no longer had any control over her body. She through her head back and let out a long, eerie howl. What was going on! The mob flinched and backed away more when she finished, for she snarled and began to walk toward the dogs. She had the urge to bite into their fur… for revenge? No, she felt no revengeful anger towards them, just the urge to taste blood and feast. Elvira tried to control herself, but when whatever was controlling her parted her jaws and roared at the shaking dogs, she began to lose the visions around her. Darkness closed on her, and soon she could no longer see. She felt nothing, but heard the yelps of the dogs, and the cries of the mob. Horror, fear, many emotions filled her nose with their scents. But soon, she lost the hearing as well. What was happening? But her mind slowed when she lost all thought, and she blacked out.