Remyngton: Descendant of the Curse

Chapter 5: The Curse

Emile spent the day in the living room with me researching and digging through our dad's old books about any kind of cure. I could tell I was close to transforming, my teeth itched.

I sat and watched tv listening to him mumble to himself, he used to do that when he was working on homework. Emile was incredibly smart and I admired him for that my whole life.

I was barely paying attention to the cartoons on the screen when he looked over at me. "Do you know when you transform?" He asked glancing at the clock and back to me.

I glanced at the clock and thought for a second, "in maybe an hour, I dunno I couldn't tell you when exactly" I had told him previously that I transform nearly every day. Sometimes it skipped.

"How can you tell?"

"My teeth itch" I stated, he looked puzzled. He felt his own teeth before staring at me. "I didn't know teeth could itch," he said.

"It's more like a feeling like I need to bite something than an actual itch, it's just easiest to describe it as an itch. It's like an ache for something you wouldn't normally do" I explained shrugging my shoulders.

"Interesting," he said as he returned to his books.

"I suppose so"

After a while of watching the tv, I felt uncomfortable. I fidgeted on the couch catching my brother's attention. "Are you okay?" He asked standing up.

"Not really," I said shaking my head.

"Do we have to go outside?" He said backing towards the sliding doors beside him.

"We could if you'd rather I not break anything by accident," I said rolling my eyes. He seemed genuinely afraid of me.

We stepped outside and he stood close to the door, "so what happens next?" He asked staring at me. He watched me sit in the grass calmly, I began removing articles of clothing to not lose them. I set them aside in a pile and shoved them as far away as I could.

"I dunno, it just sort of happens" I could feel the hairs on my body standing up. "Nothing I can do to stop it"

"You're not going to hurt me are you?" He asked I could hear the fear in his voice. Once again a strange taste hit my tongue, and a strange smell wafted into my nose. He looked like a deer in headlights.

"I don't know, I've never done this in front of someone else," I said. A shiver went down my spine, here we go again. "Just stay calm, okay, I can't make any promises," I said gritting my teeth.

Fur ripped through flesh and clothes tore as I shed my human form. The world went dark for a while before I found myself hearing Emile screaming my name. What happened? What is this iron taste in my mouth, why do I smell blood?

I found myself over him, he was pinned to the wooded floor of the living room with the furniture torn and thrown around. A bit of blood colored the white parts of my fur.

"Rem! Please stop!" He said, his fear was so intense it flooded my senses. It was so strong and overwhelming, I wanted it all to stop.

I forced myself to become limp laying on the floor and allowing Emile to gain his bearings.

"Rem?" He asked after a few minutes of silence filled with his breathing. I nodded my head. He inhaled, "what was that?" He asked.

Unfortunately, I never learned to communicate in this form so all I could do was stare at him. "Can you speak?" He asked I shook my head.

"You can get up now, you look really stupid right now," he said. I stood back up, I had never realized how tall I was in this form until now. I was taller than my brother.

He looked around the room, "you weren't kidding about the no promises part" he rubbed the blood off his face revealing claw marks. I instantly felt bad. It made more sense why I smelled blood and tasted iron.

When I reached out to him he flinched, his whole body wished to be away from me. Mine only wished for that fear I had tasted. I ducked out of the room with Emile following me at a distance.

"Where are you going?" He demanded. I still remembered where he put that dagger. Maybe it was best he fulfilled the prophecy, I didn't mean much to anyone anyways.

I scared the shit out of his butler on the way to the kitchen, I grabbed the dagger from the table and held it out to Emile. "What? I am not doing that!" He said very mad at me all of the sudden.

He shoved my hand away making me drop the dagger onto the floor. "What would ever make you think I would want to do that?" He demanded. I pointed to the book on the table.

"I do not care what some prophecy says, why do you think I want to cure you? I am not going to let my brother die because of some stupid prophecy" he grabbed the book off the table and made his way to the living room. I followed him curiously as to what he might do, the butler was nowhere in sight.

He began ripping pages out of the book and throwing them into the fire pit. He then lit it ablaze and stared at me as he threw the whole book into it. "I will not let my family be torn apart over something so stupid ever again," he said staring me dead in the eyes.

I never knew he felt so strongly about the situation with us and our parents.