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Psyche

Why was I born such a stubborn bitch? When normal teenagers see a fanged faced red eyed creature and they are ordered to stay away from it, they stay away from it. But not me, it just seems to open up an invitation for my brain to malfunction and block out everything anyone says to me. Needless to say, I saw said red eyed creature in my backyard in Colorado and decided to chase it. I am a werewolf, if there is anything I have learned from myself it's I do not do well with change. So when I see someone or something new, I have to drive it away. Not to mention he did kind of attack my best friend, so that really didn't help the bastard's case.

Rain pelts me in the face as I scramble through a densely wooded area. This scent is hard to keep and I hate it. I have been running nonstop for days and to be quiet frank I am tired, cold and hungry, which is never a good combination for me. The scent grows strong then fades again only to hit my nostrils full force nearly knocking me back from the foul stench. Whatever this beast is, he stinks. He smells like the pits of hell, clothed in cheap perfume masked by the blood of thousands of innocent people.

"You can't hide forever! I can smell you from ten miles away." I yell into the open dark forest.

Great now I am talking to myself. I would be more surprised if someone actually decided to answer me, knowing my luck I am going to wake up in the nuthouse and find out I was just doped up.

"Come on, make life easier for yourself and just face me. The sooner you do it the sooner I get to go home."

A loud hiss fills the air followed by a string of low demonic noises I assume to be words in a language I don't care to learn and try to understand. I close my eyes, trying to pinpoint the source of the ear grating racket. After I drown out the rain and thunder, I can hear the small noises around me; bugs, the frighten chatter of small critters, my long black jacket whipping in the wind and an annoying rumble about five feet in front of me. I take a deep breath and, by faith, take a leap forward colliding into the owner of the grating voice. As we hit the ground a loud crack emits from under me, sounding too much like a spine cracking. He roars in pain and begins clawing at my face, cutting it open with his sharp claws. Growling, I grab his arms and jerk them away, bearing my fangs in his distorted face, if you could call it a face. It may be just my tiredness making my vision blurry or it could be that his face had no shape of any kind; he was just like a blob of black rock with a pair of red eyes.

"What are you?" I demand.

"What are you? You are like no demon hunter I have seen before." he answers in a rough, grisly voice.

"A what?"

"Demon hunter—they hunt demons—hence the name."

"Yeah I gathered that asshole. I'm no demon hunter."

He cocks his head to the side, "No? Then why did you chase me for so long and so far?"

"You attacked my best friend and it pissed me off. Not to mention you led me on a fucking wild goose chase across the country and I hated it."
"Is that so? Well I do enjoy inconveniencing others. "He sniffs me and gags, "you smell like a child of the moon."

I release a low, deep growl, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means you smell like a big wet dog, possibly with rabies."

"Yeah, I am a werewolf, so what? It doesn't take a genius to figure that out."

"Ay, but would they know you are anger driven and have a monster inside of you just waiting to burst out and destroy humanity?"

"How do you know that?" I demand, belting him across the mouth.

"I can see into your mind hunter, you are not as well guarded as you believe."

"I am not a hunter! And stay the fuck out of my head!"

"Why? I know what you wish for the most in the world. Something you have kept hidden from even those closest to you."

"Shut it."

"And I also know your greatest secret. It would be a shame if anyone found out about that little red box."

"I SAID SHUT UP!"

In blind anger, I grab his left arm and tear it away from his body. The creature screams in pain. He drives his knee into my stomach sending me flying backwards into the trunk of a large tree. He growls, bearing fangs of his own and charges towards me. I push myself up just in time to ram my shoulder into his gut. I grab his other arm and twist it behind his back stretching his ligaments as far apart as I can while grabbing a long knife from one of my many pockets and holding the cold blade to his throat.

"You may be violent, but you do not wish to hurt me further moon child."

"Actually I do. I am feeling extra bitchy today."

I pull his arm farther back while driving my knee into his cracked spine, pushing the knife into his throat. Sadly in all of this I am praying it actually hurts him. I have never fought a demon before, (unless you count Felton as a demon, but he was closer to Satan than anything) so all of this is new to me.

"You are pushing your limits moon child; no one can last forever in a fight. You will soon give up and I will destroy you."

"Let me know how that goes will you?"

I force my knee further into his back pushing his spine through his abdomen, cracking more causing him to scream. It doesn't look as if it has any physical effect on him. Growling, I throw him onto his back and force my hard combat boot into his throat. I whip out a miniature katana with a wicked curved blade and ram it into his midsection.

"How much longer until you die?"

"A lot longer than you I am afraid."

He knocks my boot away, forcing me to stumble forward. He reaches up and plunges his hand into my chest, sending blood gushing onto the forest floor and his face. After ripping his hand out, he pushes me onto the ground laughing manically, discarding my weapon as if it is just a toy.

"So sad that our fight has to end so soon moon child. You may have not been a hunter, but you could have made a pretty good one. It almost pains me to have to kill you, with such a pretty face and all."

"Don't kid yourself demon."

"What?"

"Bitch I would make an awesome demon hunter. In fact I think I will add you as my first kill. Not to mention I have a miniature arsenal underneath my jacket."

He raises and eyebrow and looks around, searching for some on coming brigade here to rescue me. He kicks the front of my jacket open to find, like I said a miniature arsenal of knives strapped to my body.

"I fail to see how you have any way out of this moon child. Even with your pathetic little knife collection you are bleeding to death as I speak."

"Don't ever insult my knives. Do you like to keep trophies from your victims or I am just special and you are staying around because I caught you?"

"Granted I normally do not stay around to see how my work affects the ones I devour. You just made this night special."

He grabs a handful of my hair and jerks my head back exposing my throat. A pair of fangs elongated from his shape black face as he leans down towards me, "Good night moon child."

Sighing, I ram my knee into his gut sending him backwards into the dark damp forest beyond my sight. I was going to let him continue on and let him have a victory ramble, but honestly there is no way in hell I am being made a meal and I have a gaping hole in my chest which is really irritating me because this is my favorite shirt. You would think that after digging around in my chest and noticing that I am void of a heart he would notice that I am not going to die that easily.

"Well played moon child," his voice rings, "but you still must catch me before I find my next victim which will be very soon."

I take a whiff of air, letting his scent fill my nose. I crouch down as my clothes melt into shiny black fur and my feet and hands become paws with razor sharp claws. The demon hisses then makes a break for it. I let out a deep howl and take off after him. For some reason my vision gets ten times better when I am in wolf form, even though the only difference between this and being human is the tail, the paws, the ears, the snout, and the never ending threat of fleas. At least in my non lunar form I know I am still mostly human—or is it in human form I am still mostly wolf? I shake my head and force myself to focus on the task at hand: finding and killing this demon freak before he reaches civilization. And before I pass out from blood loss.

I take another whiff of air and unexpectedly smell Cajun food mixed with Cajun blood. I jump over a large plant, which turns out to be a large bush into a wide, brightly lit open street. I roar as the lights blind me causing by standers, who somehow didn't see the giant wolf jump out of the bushes, to scream in fear. I blink a couple of times, trying to regain my vision only to find it getting worse as I grow increasingly light headed.

"Too slow moon child." The demon whispers through the wind.

I growl and take off after his putrid scent. Okay, so I smell Cajun chicken, Cajun blood, and I get blinded by something that looks like Bourbon Street. If I had three guesses as to where I am I would have to say New Orleans, but I pray to God in heaven that I am wrong. Not that I have anything against the city, it's just I have heard this place is crawling with freaks like the one I am chasing and my bed is not here. I follow him into a more crowded part of the street where I am forced to weave in and out of screaming pedestrians.

"You bore me wolf, do something funny. Like writhe in pain."

I look up to see him leaning against a shiny car not too far away from where a family with a small little girl is crossing the street. He smirks and snaps his fingers, automatically starting the car.

"It is either me or the little girl moon child. Which will you choose?"

He disappears as the car begins rolling forward towards the family. The mother pulls the girl out of street, causing her to drop the doll in her hand. The little girl jerks away and clambers back into the street to get her fallen toy, despite her mother's screams. Dammit! I lunge across the street, landing a few feet in front of the little girl. I dig my claws into the ground as the car slams into my ribs at full force, cracking at least three. Pushing with all of my strength, I manage to stop the car a mere inches away from where the little girl stands, terrified. Her mother bolts over and scoops the child up in her arms, bawling.

"Mommy that horsey saved me."

I smile to myself. I never thought I would actually find being called a horse funny, but it is true. I am the size of a horse, sadly. I crawl out from under the car, avoiding as many people as I can and continue my pursuit of the demon. I find his trail again in a rich looking neighborhood. Yay snobs, preps, and bitches: three of my favorite kind of people.

"Well, well moon child I see you are not one to give up."

He appears a few houses ahead of me, staring down at me like he is too good to talk to me. Wow, he has been in this neighborhood for five minutes and he is already stuck up. I stand on my hind legs as I approach the long driveway to one of the fanciest houses. My fur melts back into my clothes as everything returns to normal.

"You almost killed that little girl. She had nothing to do with this."
"You take enemies, I take causalities. You do it because you have to; I do it because I want to."

"I am ending this now. No one else is going to be harmed at your hand."

"Really? What about the thousands of other demons ready to take my place? Are you ready to destroy them as well?"

"I will destroy every single one of you sick fuck heads."

Sadly I could not do it right now because I can barely see three feet in front of me, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him. He smirks and pops his neck, "Well may the best fighter win."

Growling, I lunge for him, transforming in midair. We both fall to the hard white rocked ground with a hard thud. I feel blood cascade through my fur and down my leg, staining the nice driveway. That'll be a bitch to clean. The demon claws me across the face. I take his other arm in my mouth and tear it off, flinging it behind me. He falls back, screaming in agony.

"You have not won monster." He growls as his eyes begin glowing. People who aren't me would have taken that as a hint to run for it, but me I see it as a challenge to test my power, which I may or may not have in the next few seconds. I bare my fangs in his shapeless face. I am going to enjoy watching him die.

He smiles and rams his knee into my stomach. I feel myself being lifted off of the ground and thrown backwards until I hit the hardwood of a front door. Whining, I force myself to my feet only to find them to be my hands again. I look up; the demon is looming over me with a smirk a mile wide on his smug face.

"Until next time moon child."

He shoves his foot into the soft spot under my left shoulder, instantly paralyzing the left side of my body. Growling, I lunge up and wrap my right arm around his head long enough to twist it off then find myself flat on my back as darkness slowly creeps over my vision.

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