Chapter 6

"Mr. Selini, you really need to learn to pay attention." I heard my science teacher yell at me.

"Yeah, I'm told that a lot."

"Okay wise guy, start paying attention. What was I just talking about?"

"Vampires?"

"And…?"

"How they can't exist." I said, already laughing on the inside. I knew that they could.

"Yes, now, can you give me one reason they can't exist?"

"The way vampirism is transferred."

"Fine." My teacher said, and he walked away from the table resuming his lesson on vampires. But I wasn't paying attention. I hadn't seen any signs of Alex or any other vampires in a while, besides smelling some vampire blood, and it had been a few weeks since the fire. I had to move into a new place, which, surprisingly, was offered up by a Trauer. Yep, that's right. I was forced to live in a house owned by vampires that had already attempted to kill me. Yay.

The full moon was that night, and it had me even more on edge. My senses were heightened, and my stress levels were high, damn full moon.

By the time the bell rang, I barely even noticed it, and I didn't realize class was over until half of the students left the room. I left the room, walked to my bus, and listened to music until I got home. Then, I walked into the new apartment, and I got all of the necessities for the full moon. By the time my backpack was filled with my clothes, knife, necklace, and backup meal, and I had a chunk of raw meant, I left the apartment, heading for the forest.

It took longer to reach the forest from my new place. I found myself just hoping I would make it in time. I started running, and by the time I reached the forest, it was six o'clock, and the moon was almost at the point that it took me over. I found the center of the forest, not smelling any humans along the way. I tied the bloody meat to a branch high in the tree, making sure to take in the smell so the wolf would be attracted. Then I threw my backpack into a different tree.

I ran over to the center of a few trees, almost ready to change. I took my shoes off, feeling my bones pressing against them. I felt the pain already passing through my body, starting in my ribs as they expanded, making me double over, screaming. I felt my fingernails elongating, forming into claws, my arms twisting into those of a wolf. I felt my teeth sharpening, lengthening, and forming into the fangs of a wolf.

I felt my vision begin to change as my eyes began to shift on my face. I felt my nose begin to change, forming into a canine nose, fur beginning to grow on my face, like it already had on the rest of body. I heard my screams shift to growls, and I already felt the need to howl, the wolf's way of communicating that it was here. Once again, my final memory was the shining moon as the wolf gained complete control.

I woke up, lying on the forest floor, once again caked in dirt and mud, naked. I started moving, and I noticed something weird. I was covered in blood.

I got up, feeling pain flow through my bones. I felt the pain in my everlasting scratch marks on my right arm. I looked around, smelling the air, trying to find the source of the blood. I found a trail, and I started following it. I was distressed when I finally found the source of the blood that was soaking me.

I found a dead dear, sitting on the forest floor, its throat ripped out. Upon seeing it, I immediately ran over to a tree and pueked, thinking about how I had killed the deer, not to mention eaten some of it.

I ran back to the area I had transformed in, and found my backpack, getting out my clothes and getting dressed. I then grabbed my necklace, put it on, and grabbed my pocket knife, heading over to the chunk of meat I hung in the tree, cutting it down, and separating it. I threw the backpack over my shoulder, and I walked back to where the deer was.

I felt like I was going to puke again, but I controlled myself. I wondered if there was something I should, but I realized there was nothing I could do. I decided on just leaving the forest, and so, I began my monthly jog through the woods.

At first, I forgot I lived in a new place, and I almost took the route to my house that burned down. When I remembered where I actually lived, I was halfway to the old house, and I had to turn around and begin running.

"Hey, doggy." I heard someone yell as I ran past them. I stopped in my tracks, looking for the owner of the voice, when I saw a man step out from behind a building. "How ya doing pup?" The man asked. I could smell the vampire blood in him.

"Who are you, and what do you want?"

"Well, I'm just making sure you're not hanging out with any vampires, and I'd thought I'd talk to you. See how much of an intellectual difference there is." The vampire said with a sneer.

"Ha. Funny. Just leave me alone." I said, and I turned around and started jogging to my apartment. I was relieved when I made it home, completely safe, without any more interactions with anyone.

I entered the apartment, and I immediately entered my routine of showering, then sleeping. I crashed on my couch, and got ready to take a nice nap, happy to get the rest that I needed. It felt good to finally lie down after the full moon. The only thing that was bothering me was the scratch marks on my right arm. Since it was the scratch that turned me into a werewolf, they always opened up again as I was turning, and they healed at the normal rate of a human, becoming scars. It was a cycle.

I finally got to sleep, the scratches leaving my mind, and the T.V. giving me enough sound to sleep.