He ran deeper and deeper into the forest. He didn't want them to hear him transform. He wouldn't cast a silencing charm; he didn't trust himself with a wand. No when he limbos between man and wolf. Then he is capable of anything. He sat on a fairly large boulder, waiting. Waiting for the curse he had lived with for three years to reach its peak. Waiting to be the creature he loathed to be but loved at the same time. Fleur, his so called 'wife' wanted him nowhere near her when he transformed. He didn't care. He waited eagerly each month to leave her and them, his family. He hated the looks of pity his parents would give him when they thought he wasn't looking. He wanted to turn around and scream at them. He wanted to once just once to say to them 'I love being the creature you despise'. The pain hit him instantly. Nothing about his appearance would change apart from his eyes which would turn almost soulless. After the pain numbed a little he ran into the cave in which she should have been. He looked around for her but there was no sign.
"Magda?" He felt a hand on his shoulder. She walked around him, an evil smile on her face. Her sharp fangs glistening. "Where were you?" He demanded of her before she could say anything.
"Drinking."
"You were at a pub?"
"I thought wizards were meant to be cleaver. I was drinking…blood. It's a bit obvious isn't it? Vampires-blood. Blood-vampires." Her tone was always wise, this time with amusement in it.
"You should have been here!"
"Oh stop being such a wizard! I'm here now, aren't I? I'm sorry my pet. You are my pet…aren't you? My little dog!" She slapped him. He felt blood on his face with a pang of regret. He ran her finger along his cheek, allowing the warm red liquid run down to his chin. "Come I must show you something."
She led him out into the cold night air.