One and a half year earlier
For a time, there was a monster running amok in Australia. Nobody had ever seen the monster, though it left a trail of dead animals, not excluding humans. Given that most of these bodies were torn apart, some would say some sort of wild animal may have been behind it all, but given the size of the bite marks, some thing it was something much larger. But since nobody had ever seen the monster, very few people had any reason to think it were even real. Somebody had heard the stories, and thought of looking for the cause of them. That somebody looked at places where nobody would dare to look, and didn't need rest as others do, so he could go on where others would give up. Eventually, he found someone, rather than something. A seemingly young woman, fast asleep at the time. Seeing her, made him remember something. He remembered someone who looked exactly like her, a long time ago. He moved closer to look at her right hand. Inside the palm of her hand, she bore the pentagram. That's when he knew it for certain. She was exactly who he thought she was. But his touching her woke her up, and immediately she crawled up and backed away from him. Since the man that visited her was cloaked and hooded, she couldn't see what he really looked like.
"Stay back!" she shouted.
"Virginia..." he hissed, "We meet again."
Hearing him say that name, she remembered using it once, but nobody has called her that for years: "How do you know that name?"
"I know a lot about you." the man hissed, "Enough to know that when I do this..."
He made one move with his hand, which somehow caused a pain in the girl's belly.
"Wh... what are you doing?" she asked.
"You know what I'm doing." he replied, "You know that pain you just felt. You feel it every time you see the moon."
She looked surprised. She knew what he meant, but she couldn't believe it.
"No..." she begged, "Please don't do this..."
"You're afraid..." the man hissed, "... that if I do this, you will lose control. But I can assure you, control won't be lost."
Hearing him say that, the girl felt relieved. For a brief moment, as she realized that the man had chosen his words very carefully. He said that control won't be lost, which doesn't necessarily mean that she'd still be in control of herself, when "it" happened. Unfortunately for her, that brief moment in which she believed him, was enough for him to continue what he was doing. She felt the pain again, stronger than ever, and all over her body.
"I'll be in control of you." the man finished his sentence.
She fell down, unable to fight what was happening to her. Slowly, her body grew larger and more hairy. Her nails grew sharper, her face started to grow to the form of a beast, and her scream started to sound more like a growl. All the while, the man couldn't stop gloating over what he was doing. Once the girl had changed into her beast form, the man got out of it's way, and allowed it to run away, into the big city.
