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Dream

Elizabeth's POV

I walked down a deserted road, my shadow the only other being. The wind started to howl and I looked up at the moon. It was full and beautiful. All of a sudden, I got the feeling that I wasn't alone. A hand found its way to my shoulder, and I looked behind me into the face of a snarling half wolf, half man creature.

"Hello, other side," the beast said.

"W-who are you?"

"I'm the part of you that will never die."

"Wha...Ah!" I screamed as the beast leapt upon me and clawed at me, my blood staining the road.

The beast let out a howl, and with my dying breath, I saw myself with sharp, dagger-like claws instead of the beast that had been there only a second before.

I awoke with a start, the first rays of morning shining through my open window. I looked at my hands and saw what I feared, blood. My hand went to my mouth, where more blood awaited. Quick as a flash, I ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My eyes were turning from gold to blue, and small amounts of fur were pulling back into mypale skin. I leapt into the shower and turned the water on, the temperature scalding. I scrubbed off the blood, but I felt like I could still feel its presence.

"Damnit, I've got to get this thing under control."

I heard Dad yawn from his room, and I sighed happily at the fact that I hadn't hurt him. I turned off the water and a few minutes later I was dressed and downstairs.

"Good morning Elizabeth," the war veteran said as I sat down.

"Morning Dad," I said in an unusually droning tone. Usually, even on the mornings after my rampages, I was somewhat energetic.

He looked at me with concern.

"Are you all right Elizabeth? You looked like you didn't get a bit of sleep last night."

"Oh, I was just up late reading."

He looked at me, obviously not buying my excuse, but turned back around to finish cooking. I looked at my watch and gasped.

"Oh no, I'm gonna be late!" I said as I grabbed my backpack and ran out the door.

a few hours later

Cuddles and I were sitting in the cafeteria, and the bell was about five minutes away from ringing.

"Did you hear about Pop's wife?" he asked.

"No, what happened?"

"She was murdered, ripped to pieces. All around her were wolfprints."

"Poor guy. I feel bad for Cub too; he's so young, he probably won't remember how beautiful she was."

When the bell rang, I walked back to class with tears in my eyes.

So I killed Katrina. God, why did it have to be her?

Once in my desk, Lumpy started handing back our poems which we had written a week earlier. I reviewed mine with teary eyes.

The Werewolf

A beast who should not be feared

But should instead be pittied

For he does not do what he does of his own will

But is controlled by the full moon

His eyes of gold do not reflect hatred

They reflect fear and suffering

His howls are not a mighty roar

But a cry for help

In a world that thinks he is a monster.

I read Lumpy's note near the top: Creative, very emotional.

a few hours later

The bell rang and I slowly walked out, my cane tapping along the road. I looked to the side of the road and saw some beautiful red flowers. I picked them up and walked toward Pop and Cub's house. I knocked on the door, and was greeted by a teary-eyed Pop.

"Why hello Elizabeth. What brings you here?"

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for your loss. These are for you."

"Thank you. I only pray that Katrina's in a better place."

"I'm sure she is."

Cub walked out of the house and hugged my leg.

"Hello Cub," I said with a sad smile.

He responded with baby talk.

"come on Cub, let's find a vase for these flowers," Pop said, and as he closed the door I left.

I'm sorry you two. Katrina, may you rest in peace.

I ran inside the house without a word to Dad and slammed the door to my room. I jumped on my bed and finally broke into muffled sobs. The door made a slight squeak as Dad walked in, a concerned look on his face.

"Elizabeth, what's wrong?"

"It's Katrina, she's been killed."

He placed his paw on my back and rubbed it.

"It's all right. I know how tough learning about a death can be. It takes time, but the grief passes."

"It's not that Dad. I'm just so scared."

"Scared of what?"

"I don't want you getting hurt too. If you got hurt, I don't know what I'd do!"

"Elizabeth, you don't have to be scared. Nothing will happen to me, I promise."

"I just... You're all I have left. After all my mom died, my real dad left, and my brother died on the night you found me."

"I know, but like I said, nothing will happen to me."

He gave me a smile and I hugged him tight, tighter that I ever had before. Not long after he left and I cried just a little more. Eventually though, my sobbing stopped, and with them the tears. I tossed and turned in my bed, the white sheets rustling as I did so. As the new moon rose outside, I felt a wave of tiredness wash over me. I crawled under the covers and slowly closed my eyes and tried to relax. Though my mind told me to stay awake, I listened to my eyes' constant pleas, and sleep took hold, plunging me into dreams of running with my own kind. My wolfen kind.


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