Not mine. Don't know who it belongs to, but definitely not me. If it did, ruby would marry Regina. I have a slight obsession with lgbtq + werewolves. If you like it, or have any writing tips, or constructive criticism, please review :) small references to the originals, Riverdale and Harry Potter.
Howl at the moon
Howl at the moon, I'll come find you
Howl at the moon
Howl at the moon, I'll come find you
I'll come get you
Laura marling.
I killed my boyfriend. I killed him. So is it a good idea for me to have a romantic relationship with someone else? Nope. I don't think so.
What kind of a monster must I be to kill my own boyfriend. Only a truelly dark, sick, half breed, freak could murder there boyfriend.
I thought he was the monster. Ironic really, I thought he was the monster when I was. Was back then and still am. I'm a freak of nature. A hell demon. A moon animal. A dog. A mutt. A half breed. A werewolf.
In literature, my kind are always monsters. Or we are persecuted. I'm not a werewolf in harry potter, forced to register, losing my job for my condition, or else a werewolf in the originals and vampire diaries, hunted to near extinction by the vampires and run out of new Orleans.
Which must mean that I am a monster. I will kill you, in your peaceful slumber, or else I will hunt you down, in the deep deep forest.
A long long time ago, in a land called the enchanted forest, there was a man and a women. The women was a wolf, though she did not know it. She thought the wolf was her boyfriend, so on the night if the full moon, she helped chain him to a tree, to see if he was a monster.
But it was not he who turned. It was the women. And no matter how hard she tries to deny it, she killed him. Murdered him. Ate him.
That women, that was me. I'm her. The monster who ate her boyfriend.
Now I'm in love. With Dorothy gale. She's fighsty and brilliant and kind. But can I risk her life? I went to hell for her. True, that wasn't my plan. But she needed true loves kiss. I kissed her and she awoke. Is that true love, does that mean I should be with her?
Is it sensible? No werewolf in literature, even the ones who are persecuted, get their happy ever after. Ever.
It is a cruel fact of life that werewolves are doomed to a life of misery. And perhaps that is what I am doomed for. The coulour red, far to much of it, and a longing for my girlfriend. Just like Cheryl blossom. I am a monster.
Howl at the moon for me Dorothy. I'm sorry. If I stay yoh will die. You are better alone.
I run, running away from Dorothy. It was our wedding tommorow. But if I go through with it then I am dooming Dorothy for a life of eternal despair. So I'm leaving. Running somewhere I can't hurt her.