"Suppressing The Beast"
Rating: "T", for strong issues and extreme angst.
DISCLAIMER: This story is fictional – that's F-I-C-T-I-O-N. It never happened, and is not real. It is the product of my own imagination. All characters and copyrights are owned by J.K Rowling and Warner Brothers™ (AOL Time Warner), but this story is owned by me and is all my own work.
Drabble: Word count 250.
The moon shines brightly overhead, lighting up the stars with a shimmering, beautiful glow… a glow which makes my blood run as cold as liquid nitrogen. So cold, that I feel it burn me.
Although it is barely visible, merely days after the new moon, the tiny sliver that can be seen in the night sky still chills my heart. It makes the wolf stir, deep inside me, as if awakening from a hibernation that the daytime sun keeps at bay. It emerges; slow and sluggish at first, but soon sharpens to its senses. It sees what I see. It smells what I smell.
I suppress the sudden urge to howl.
It feasts on my despair. It devours me as if I were its prey. It wants to consume me, until any trace of me has disappeared and I am just an empty husk, the wolf within controlling me. Dominating me.
I was so young when it took me that I can not remember a time when I wasn't at one with the wolf. I wish that the pain and sickness, the curse, the wolf, would simply go away. Why won't the wolf go away?
I am neither man nor wolf, neither person nor animal. I am a beast. I am the wolf, and the wolf is me. I am not truly human. The human in me is not free to love; such feelings that I crave can never be reciprocated, for who could ever learn to love a beast?