!~ BITE ME~! Kyman Vampire x Werewolf AU

*~The aroma~*

*~Eric's point of view~*

 " Shit Shit SHIT!" I whispered under my breath, running down the stairs to the living room where I slipped on my backpack. Once again I stayed up too late and now was about to miss the bus.

I ran to the kitchen to eat some breakfast. My eyes darted to the racks of the fridge, but my usual stash wasn't there. My mom stood there making herself some food and smelled of processed junk, and fruits.

" MOM WHAT THE FUCK!" I yelled.

" What is it, Eric?" My mom said trying to sound her casual motherly tone.

" My food, it's all fucking gone, I thought you went to the grocery store," I yelled once again panicking.

 " I did," Her voice was slightly angry, " You ate it all last night when you were being a 'wolf'. I thought you only ate like that when the full moon is out. I didn't prepare, for you to just eat all the meat in the house!"

 My teeth slightly showed through an involuntary snarl, I didn't mean it, damn instincts. My ears popped through my hair straight up like I heard something, but I was angry. My eyes slightly glowed with fury, as looked at her.

" No Eric, I won't tolerate that, now go to school, or I won't get anything this time around! Can't werewolves hunt, go do that after school," My mom yelled.

" Fine fuck you!" I shouted walking out of the kitchen.

Then my mom shouted back, but not in a hurtful way, " Make sure you're in your human form when you go outside. Your tail isn't tucked,"

I walked out flipping her off, turning into my human form. I took a deep breath out and took one in from the South Park air. To be honest, I hate my other forms, I hate that I have to keep myself from getting angry. Of course, I've gotten better at it, unless I haven't eaten, but still.

When I was younger I thought it was so much cooler, especially the first time I hunted. I remember it like yesterday. I was eight, and mom had read some folklore and old scripture and told me I should start hunting, she said only small things like rats and rabbits. To the normal human, it sounds disgusting to hunt and kill a rabbit, with your claws but I loved it.

When I was young I enjoyed every part, to being able to run freely. Hunting bigger animals every year of my life. Being the strongest, in the friend group, even able to just flash my fangs. I loved every bit.

Now sixteen I realized, that when I fully mature I won't be able to be anything but a werewolf. When I'm  Seventeen ( we mature faster than humans), I'll be stronger than every animal there. My bite will be able to break necks with a clench. My claws already scrape through flesh, when I turn seventeen I will rip through the strongest men out there. My rage will probably never be contained like I can now.

If I ever own a house it will be torn from wall to wall. If ever tried to get a job, I'd probably eat someone in the process. If I find love I'll probably hurt them worse than two semi-trucks and a broken heart. If I do anything human, my wolf will take over, I will never keep control.

So when I look in the mirror, and see my pearl razors in my mouth, I know they will be the end of my future. Looking at my claws I know someone will catch me eating deer, and living in a cave. Looking into my eyes someone probably sees a man without a life, but only a monster. When I look at the scar on my mom's lip, from the father I killed when I was young, I know it's confirmed. I'm a monster ticking time bomb, with a flare I can't control.