OPEN WOUNDS

Chapter 1: Trigger

Author: Trickssi

Rating: T

Warnings: Er... minor spoilers from OotP on, but you know them already.

Dedication: Fenny... er, Fenrir Greyback.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, because if I did, Remus wouldn't have gotten you-know-what with you-know-who (not as exciting as the real You-Know-Who) in the first place.

Other: This is the revamped version of Open Wounds, with a little bit more promise than the last drabble. Because I caved to several requests... Even if you think you've read this piece, you haven't, because I've changed chapter one on you. Myeh!

I smelled female—female child, the traces of first menstruation pouring from between her legs. She was young; seemed to be too young for that sort of development, but her ethnicity would have explained that. Ten and a half. Juicy, plump skin that begged to be torn. This is my feast.

I ran, feeling the logs crunch beneath my feet as easily as a femur. This forest was mine to begin with. She should not have trespassed, but now that she had, she was entirely mine. She didn't even see my form as I stalked around the trees near her.

"Hello? M-mummy? Is that you?" she cried softly. Ah, a lost child, even better. They tell them now never to move from one spot when they get lost instead of finding a way out. She'd never dare run now. Perfect, the trap, perfect.

"Hello, little girl," I growled, my voice a murmur of its usual human tone. She wouldn't understand it anyway. I'd just huff, puff, and scratch her body to pieces.

She shrieked, wanton child, for her mother, and tried to scramble up a tree. Useless. I caught at her leg—

I felt jaws at my own left ankle, pulling me back and away. This was no human vice. I smelled werewolf—I had been ignorant in my lust. I turned around.

There were the familiar hazel-brown eyes. It was the one victim I managed to speak to before mauling—Remus Lupin, son of John Lupin, who happened to get on my bad side years ago. Now this weak boy was trying to rip apart my leg in order to save some human girl.

This one never understood. He never lived enough in the wilderness to understand his nature; he never killed or hurt a single being. Instead, he turned it on himself and became a wreck. They said he's trying to conceal it, but nobody can blind me, blind Fenrir Greyback.

I kicked him off me, wheeled around and bit a string of marks into his front arm. And the weakling howled. In his rest, I began to track the girl's scent again, but could not feel her near me. I could not feel her at all.

I was again pushed against the forest brush by the young werewolf's jaw. For being such a pathetic wolf, he naturally possessed more strength than I had planned for. I cursed as he nearly pinned me down. But I laughed. I couldn't help mocking his near-victory. "Back for more, Lupin?"

He growled, but could not speak.

"I'll make you sorry, then."

He thrashed with all his might, but there was no method to him at all. He hadn't the instincts, or wasn't using them, to seriously injure me. A mistake for him. I remember swiping across his face pretty good—that mark would stay on his nose forever, to match the one on his back from years ago.

But all plans have flaws.

This one was when I freed my right paw to swipe at his nose; he came at the left and gauged a chunk out of my left forearm. I raged. This would have been where my Dark Mark went…

"You'll pay for this! I'll get you to pay for your father's crime, Lupin, if it's the last thing I do!" I shouted at him. I bit hard into his shoulder right at the juncture. He shuddered—I must have hit the jugular. Though the blood covered the leaves and my fur and most of Lupin's body, I continued to pummel him until he lay prone on the ground. That should have taught him… That should have taught him.

I pursued the girl until the dawn came; but it was no use, as she had hidden away in the suburbs.

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