Entry for the "Halloween Event: Costume Party Competition" - character: Severus Snape ; costume: Werewolf
Entry for the "Halloween Collection Competition" – prompt: 20. Werewolf
Creature!AU
He could still feel some of the warmth of the bygone summer day linger in the clear night air as he soundlessly strode through the dark forest.
His paws touching the earth in evenly steps, he listened closely into the night, ready to pick up any sign of prey.
But tonight, they were not catching the sounds of wild animals that he could hunt down to satisfy his hunger.
Tonight, he picked up something that he knew was a human sound. Somehow, he found himself drawn towards it, and he followed the sound until he reached the very edge of the woods he claimed to be his territory.
Taking cover behind a bush, he stared over the meadow that was lighted by the large full moon hanging low in the sky, joined by thousands of shining stars.
And there, in the light of the heavenly bodies, his black eyes found the source of the sounds.
A young woman sat in the grass, surrounded by flowers. She was wearing a dress the colour of cornflowers and was humming a calm but happy melody while she braided her slightly damp blonde hair.
As he observed her, he picked up the smell of her – human sweat, a hint of the water of the nearby lake, warm skin, the sweet perfume of the flower that she had sticked behind her ear... and a mysterious scent that was sending his senses into overdrive.
His heart was beating faster, pumping his coiling blood through his body and it was as if it was spreading a certain restlessness. His muscles were tensed as his breaths were doubling, sucking in the scent of his new prey.
He had to have her. She was his prey, and he had to act before anything else could get into his way. He was ready for hunt.
Throwing his head back, he howled loudly at the full moon above him and then saw his prey jumping to her feet, turning towards the edge of the forest were he was lurking.
As his powerful muscles pushed his body forwards, he could saw the horror of realisation in her golden eyes that were standing out against the dark of the night. He could smell her fear as he broke through the bushes and sprinted across the meadow, ready to claim his prey.