I awake from my black slumber the following school morning. The sentence repeats itself in my mind over and over again. I slip into new clothes and stop to glance in the mirror. I stare into my killer eyes. The words in my mind soon become a whisper out of my mouth and gradually gets louder until I reach a steady and strong speaking voice.
“I’ve found my mate.” I say. My black eyes melt into a soft blue. I stare at the caring, loving eyes that I once had. That I had before the massacre. I stare at my past self. The one who loved and was loved, until everything and everyone she loved was destroyed.
A flash of fire invades my sight and drags me back into a flashback.
The plentiful orange flames leap up around me and singe my skin. Steady tears flow down my small, 8 year old face. I see my Mum, in wolf form, fighting a grey wolf from the other pack. I see the rest of Mum and Dad’s pack either among the flames or gushing blood out lying dead on the ground. I wail and my mother turns to look at me, still in my human form. Her eyes plead me to morph, but I didn’t know how. She begs for help. The grey wolf slashes across her snout and pounces on top of her. I scream as he tears her guts out. His head snaps to me and he calls the remainder of his pack to help finish me off. They leap over the flames and surround me on every side. I whimper as they begin to close in. They are almost on top of me before my instincts flood me, after being held back for 8 years. Adrenaline kicks in and I unknowingly morph into wolf form for the first time. I pounce on an unsuspecting wolf and bring him down just long enough for me to bolt away from them. They don’t follow, only because they are shocked that I fought back. I dash long and far, as far as my paws would take me. I morph back and find myself in a small town. Rain splashes down around me and I stop at a small puddle. I glance down at my reflection and see two blue eyes. They transform and change into hateful, killer black eyes. For the first time, I stare into my evil reflection as it shows who I really am. A killer.
My body snaps back into reality and I frantically look back into the mirror. I almost collapse as I see the black eyes back. A new sentence begins to repeat itself.
My mate is Louis.
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KILLER (One Direction/Werewolf)
Fanfiction*One Direction/ Werewolf* Those eyes. Those deep grey, nearly black, killer eyes. They haunt me. They have since that night. That one, fateful night. It left me with one wish, one urge. To kill.
