Adrian's eyes flickered open, adjusting to the harsh light that seared into his pupils. He was stunned to realise that his vision had somehow transferred to black and white. Staggering amongst the foliage, a distant numbing pain throbbed throughout his whole body - his head turned at a branch snapping, and a disembodied laugh echoed eerily. Adrian spotted a small girl kneeling at the base of a tree, her cotton white dress torn and splattered in mud and blood - she was facing away from him, but he could clearly hear what she was monotonously chanting.
"Bad wolf. Bad wolf. Bad wolf."
He instantly recognised the voice as Elenor's, and was more shocked to realise that she was stooped over Keno's corpse, her bony fingers rummaging amongst his innards. Stumbling slightly, she turned to face her brother - Adrian stifled a horrified gasp, as his eyes assessed the remnants of his sibling. Her skin was bruised, shattered bone emerged from skin, and blood seeped from the open claw wounds on her chest. Dark circles surrounded her weary eyes, and the flesh hung off her cheeks in places.
"Bad wolf, look what you've done...."
Elenor's head cricked sickeningly as she tilted her head to glare piercingly into her brother's eyes - she stretched her arms out towards Adrian, revealing the canine flesh and intestinal fragments that caked her fingers. She continued with her simple mantra, her voice gradually getting louder and her words faster.
Adrian tried in vain to call out to his sister to console her, but found he could only make harsh choking sounds. Elenor's chant ended abruptly - her pupils turned red and she opened her mouth to reveal jagged bloodied teeth.
*****
Awaking with a sudden gasp, Adrian found his vision to be blurred and his entire body overpowered by an aching sensation. He frantically turned his head in an attempt to understand his surroundings, but to no good effect. His clothes were gone, apart from his undergarments, which were now moist with areas of fresh sweat. A large masculine figure was perched on the side of the bed on which he lay.
"You need to rest my friend. Please sleep."
The mysterious man's voice was gentle and soothing - Adrian willingly accepted the hypnotic call of sleep, and allowed himself to slip deep into unconsciousness.
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Blood Curse
Horror"By day the lycanthrope retains his human form, but in the light of the full moon he is cursed to walk the earth in the skin of a wolf. His hunger for flesh is insatiable, his speed is incomparable, his cunning is uncontrollable. The curse is passed...
