*Author's Note*
This is going to be my first of several "Fang-Fictions* (Halloween fanfictions). It won't really be scary or anything, but I do plan on using classic characters, and this one happens to be my favorite: Werewolf! These stories won't be too long, but not short either! I hope you enjoy the Harvest Moon twist! Keep in mind that I changed the setting a little! Thanks for reading, and Happy Halloween!
~Most kids grow up being afraid of the dark, their shadow, maybe a monster lurking under their bed. But for me, it was something much more terrifying than any of those things. In fact, you would be afraid too.
Were-Claire
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I Am A Monster
"Daddy!" I yelled as loudly as I could, feeling my heart race faster and faster with each passing second. "Daddy!" I heard the "thump, thump" of his boots coming to my rescue from the other side of our house.
"Claire," I heard him gently push the door open,"It's okay, I'm here now."
I was still hidden underneath my bed, but I peeped under the hanging sheet. All I saw were two dirty boots, and moonlight shining brightly on my wooden floor.
"Daddy," I whimpered,"I'm scared."
He bent down near the bed and sat,"There's nothing to be afraid of."
"Yes there is!" I yelled, covering what I thought was my ears.
He slowly pulled the bed sheet up,"Don't! Don't do that!" I screamed.
"It's okay, Claire." He came nearer, starting to bend lower.
"Don't! I'm ugly! I'm a monster!"
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His face came into view," Do you think I'm ugly too then?" He smiled sadly, showing a few
large, jagged teeth. His eyes glowed red, and the smile widened, and widened, until it was no longer friendly. It was a snarl.
I jerked up in bed, sweating furiously and breathing raggedly. The old memory plagued my dreams night after night during New Moon, but always came with a different ending. I sat up, holding my stomach tightly with both arms, and breathed deeply. "Just a dream.." I murmured to myself," Just a dream.."
I sighed and glanced out my small, square window. The sky had just begun to brighten, light hues signaling the start of a new day. I shook off the thoughts once more, stretched and stood. The wooden floorboards were cold; they always were the first few days of spring.
Yawning, I pulled a red and white checkered button-up over my head and my favorite blue moon necklace.
*Knock, knock*
"Hold on a sec," I called, pulling on a fresh pair of jeans, and slipping into my favorite work shoes. "Hey," I greeted, running my fingers through my long, blonde hair.
"Good morning," Cliff smiled down at me, tussling his own brown and blonde hair,"Ready to go?" he grinned.
"Ready as I'll ever be." I smiled back, grabbing my rucksack, and joining him on the small, dirt path.
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