She Does Bite

*spawns*

Author's pov.
July/12/1880

A small black haired child came into this world without a sound silver eyes squinting at her parents. Her mothers blue eyes widening at the four small featherless wings. wolf like ears sitting on her head and a matching black tail. Twitching at the sound of her mothers gasp of shock as her father enters the room two large white wings on his back.

Identical ears and tail sitting on her mothers body.  "Your name will be Celia faye moon" her mother, Irene's soft velvety voice reverberates through out the room.

*10 years later*

"Alexander, Elizabeth, leave Cece alone she needs to practice with her powers" the children's mother stern voice is heard from the window as the two young twins giggle and chase their sister. Stopping the siblings wonder off toward the garden where father is tending to the herbs. The small girls black and red wings flutter as crawls up at latter to her little tree house that she begged her mother to help her grow and mold the tree. She remembers the pain of her fingers cracking as they finished it together.

Molding the opening closed so that there was only a crack so she could hear her family. Her body begins to mold itself into a black dog it's only imperfection was the large wings on its back. Laying down getting use to that form, she passes out from exhaustion.

*2 hours later*

The small girl awakes from her nightmare of her families deaths, unknowing of it being a vision of the future. Turning back into her human like form, her eyes bleeding slightly as she opens the entrance and climbs down like a lizard. Entering the small 2 story farm house, her mother at the stove cooking. Her siblings playing in the living room, her father still in the barn.

*6 years later*

Two men exit the farm house small blood splatters covering their clothes. Not seeing the large black dog with wings coming out of an opening in the huge tree, her teeth bared as her snout is curled into a snarl. Before the men realized what was happening both their heads were torn from their bodies. Blood spurts out onto her snout as she licks her teeth and her ears are pinned to her head.

Dragging the bodies of the men into the small pig filled pen behind her family's garden. Returning to the house, she turns back into her human form and carries her family out of the house one at a time. Carefully setting them in a line starting with her father and ending with her laying her baby sister on her mothers chest.

*Early the next morning just before the sun rises*

The girl trembles as her sobs carry through the air over her family's graves. Changing back into her dog/wolf form, a heart wrenching howl is heard for miles and a explosion of color covers her and her family's graves. Once it clears all that's left of the graves is the 5 small crosses covered in vines with small colorful flowers wrapping each one in a different color.
Pitiful whimpers are heard as Celia lays at the foot of the middle grave. The sun sets and rises without her moving.

It's the third day before the thirst gets to her and, she slowly makes her way to the well before turning back human. Drinking her fill, before begrudgingly making her way inside the home turned house.

On the fifth day, the house was cleaned and every room magically closed off to preserve it's original state. The once happy and bright home, now empty and dull.

*4 years later*

Celia sits on the small hand crafted bench which sits in a small covered pavilion looking towards her family's graves. "Hey mama, I saw a vision of one of the many my soul is connected to. I hope to never find any of them, I don't want to endanger anyone. It hurts to know they came for us just because of our blood. I heard someone saying how hybrid were going extinct from hunters, it won't be long till all of us are gone," she says as a tears well up in her eyes.

*July, 7, 2005*

A chubby 3 year old girl with shining red hair, and silver eyes waddles toward her mother who sits on her back deck in a old wooden chair. "Mama! Make pretty colors?" The small child says small fangs poking  her bottom lip as smiles. "Ok but only a little bit, sweet pea" Celia says cupping he hands together like a bowl as purple and pink swirl together and shot up making small harmless explosions bursting into various colors. The small girls eyes light us like Christmas, "that good, Liz?" Celia says before picking up the chubby girl and carrying her inside the house. 

'i will make sure nothing bad happens to you Elizabeth' is Celia's last though as she puts the small girl down for her nap