The Silver Kiss
Chapter Three - Moonbeams
Author's Note: Please note going in a totally new direction! Every even chapters are going to be flashbacks! (Though this is an odd chapter so this doesn't affect it).
The silver moon dissolved under the sun's rays. Night was over he was freed from the beast for now. He felt his body quake and with a sigh he fell to the ground. Curling into a tight ball, he began to sleep on the autumn ground. The leaves stirring occasional as his body jerked and twitched.
Awhile later he could hear footsteps entering the woods. He could smell the fear, taste the hate, and feel the loathe glide into the woods, until it drifted around him. Awake, he rose from ground and stumbled drunkenly. He knew they were coming for him, it always was him. His mind raced coming upon the usual reasons why he was being accused, why he was wanted. He tried to remember the previous night. He knew that he had let the beast escape. He ran his tongue over his teeth and could taste IT. IT was in his mouth. IT was there, a moan escaped his lips and he leaned his thin body against a tree. He gathered his clothing from the clearing, as he had shed them that night, clothing was expensive. Once dressed he began to wait for them to spill into the clearing. He waited patiently, taking in the world how he wished to remember it, beautiful. He heard the angry roars slither closer.
At last they reached him, and hurled words at him, accusing. A leader stepped forward, wand drawn, his face twisted in hate and anguish. "You," he roared finger pointing, "you filthy beast. You murder, I'll kill you," he spat.
"There is no need, for I will go willingly," the nights events swam around and he could feel himself get dizzy, "I know what I am, I am a monstrosity, a killer," he whispered. He squeezed his eyes shut, as a single tear began to trickle down his cheek, he wiped it away quickly. They would kill him, if he expresses weakness, they were only keeping him alive out of fear, this he was sure.
A girl, a young girl. The girl is no longer, he now knew who IT belonged to, her blood. Her death was his. He remembered smelling the flesh, seeing the girl in the woods, a young witch lost. A witch he knew as she carried the popular children's broom. He gasped realizing what he had done, he tore her flesh. Her wails of pain exploded in his brain. He sunk to the ground screaming, a broken man. All of the group minus the leader stepped back, the leader seized the moment and grabbed his wand. He quickly placed a body bind on the man.
He was lead to the village, Auroras already waiting. He was taken to Azkaban. For a fortnight he listened to the girl's scream penetrating his skull. He wailed in anguish, the night's events playing over in his mind, always searching for a way to create a different ending. He could not take a wolfbane potion for he was homeless, wandering the countryside, all his friends dead. For they had been claimed by Voldermort. This is why the beast was unleashed, all alone, friends dead.
Remus Lupin, last Marauder was no longer. Readily accepting the kiss, to be freed from the prison of his mind.
A/N: Well there you go, depressing I know, but I like it. Why don't you check out DarkFlame630's story the trouble with power, she's worked super hard on it!