Blood…all I lust for is the blood. Warmth, love, companionship…this means nothing to me, all I desire is to quench my thirst for human blood; to hear the sounds of their agonized screams and taste their warm flesh in my teeth! This madness that consumes me only makes me hunger more for the bloodlust, the sacrifices! The murderous emotions that overwhelm my senses thrill me and intoxicate me like wine; they devour and consume me and drive me insane!
The moonlight flashed overhead, the catalyst in my transformation; the freeing of my mind; casting eerie light upon my silvery back. Those that I deem my prey will not escape my maw! My feet tread swiftly upon the cold ground, stray branches raking across my back and drawing blood. This only heightened my thirst, and I continued, red flashing before my eyes. I can hear the far-off sound of human voices, unsuspecting of their oncoming death…I can smell them as well; long has it been since I have fed upon the fragrant flesh of man…But something was different about this night…I sense it…something ahead. Ah, no matter; I will kill them as well. Nothing will stand in my way…and yet…I find myself slowing down, something compelling me to stop. It was then that I saw it…
The Grim, symbol of death. Perhaps he wishes to join me on my ravage…no…what has happened? My thirst for death has seemed to ebb…not the Grim…a pale eyed, bear-like black dog…Padfoot! A long howl escaped my maw and I fixed my eyes upon his form. I will kill you if you try to stop me, Padfoot…I've tried it before, but was stopped…I can do it again!!
Padfoot barked and edged closer, dangerously close. I could sense the warning in his slow gait; he was not afraid of me…he never was…
I stopped, completely and utterly, as the familiar dog compelled me by his mere presence to halt in my hatred. I felt my mind clearing a bit; I knew that when they were near that the effects of the lycanthropy were less severe…nevertheless, I must kill him; my very hunt depended upon it. He will pay dearly for his foolery!
We sat there at a stalemate for hours, watching each other. Several times I nearly leapt forward onto the dog in a blind rage to kill and shed his brave blood upon the forest floor; give the vultures something to feed on when I was gone. But no…I never did. Finally, I could resist the deadly urge no longer! He would suffer for his foolishness! With a snarl, I charged forward. It had been hours since the appearance of this large canine; the night was almost wasted. I must hurry if I am to satisfy my hunger! But as I stepped forward, Padfoot cast his gray eyes upon the dark, lightless sky, then back to me. It was then that I noticed…the moonlight had vanished from the sky…
No! My night, wasted! Damn you, Padfoot! I was going to rob Hogsmeade of its bountiful life supply! How I hate you; just as I despise the advent of the sun! I will not stop; you can't prevent me from killing you the next time! The fur recedes, my back; how the pain controls! How I hate this reversion back to my true form! You haven't won, Padfoot! I will be back with the next full moon; and your days are numbered! I've been robbed of my victory now, but not next tim-
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