He ran. The sentence screeches through my mind. He’s gone. I knew it. No one could ever love me. I’m a killer. I’m a monster. I turn on the pads of my feet and sprint across the woods, towards my flat. I brutally murder every moving thing that I see. I tear through the woods before throwing myself onto the dirt floor. My bones ache back into my human form and the tears burn down my face. I scramble up to my feet and stumble into the flat. I throw myself into my bedroom, the only untouched room in the house. The only place that has not fallen to one of my crazy rants. I tear through the mattress and shove down my dresser. The drawers fall out and I throw one through the window. I punch and kick the fallen dresser, causing it to splinter into several pieces. The pillows and my clothes turn to shreds before the blink of my eye. I throw myself into Mum’s chest. Items tumble out and I blindly tip it over. I throw it into the closed bedroom door and both items crumble to the floor. My eye catches the mirror hanging on the wall. My pupils are night black against the bloodshot red eyes.
My eyes travel down to my clothes. No, Louis’ clothes. I let out a menacing growl at the being in the mirror. This should not be me! Why am I like this?!? I’m a murderer. I’m a monster. I’m a killer.
I lay one solid punch to the middle of the mirror with no desire to ever see that creature again. The shards crash into the floor. I punch the wooden back and it joins everything else, in a heap on the floor. I scream in pain. Emotional pain. Instinctual pain. Everything hurts.
I crumble to the floor to join my fellow broken pieces. I’m just another broken piece of trash, unwanted and unloved. There, my eyes glaze over in tears and the black invades my sight.
I slowly peel open my eyes and am greeted by a white ceiling. I pick my body up and glance around my surroundings. Everything is broken and splintered. The memories of the previous night overwhelm my mind. I let out a blood-curdling scream and grip the wall, making my way up to a standing position.
I run through the house and towards my only escape, the woods. I sprint deep into the forest and my body shifts into my wolf. I tear through the woods, wreaking havoc on any poor animal that happens along my path. The pain in my heart reminds me of those first days after my pack died. The same unwanted and hated feeling covers my body. The sharp sound of a bullet tearing through flesh sounds through the wind. I bolt towards the creator of the sound. I stumble across a bright orange vest observing a now dead rabbit. One word registers through my thoughts. Prey.
In a blind rage, I pummel the man to the ground. I jump on him and begin to tear at the vest, exposing flesh. My claws easily tear open the stomach and the blood gushes from the wound. I pained yell escapes from my prey’s mouth. I growl and deepen the wound. The blood loss soon gets to the man as he blacks out. I go in for the kill, but a voice stops me in my tracks.
“Juliet!” A voice rings out. My head rises and turns slowly to the source. The strength from my rage gives out as my emotions finally resurface. I just killed a human. I pounce back away from the body. My bones crack as my human form returns. I stare at the body in terror. I did this.
“Juliet…” The voice says, breathless. I turn and see Louis. He just saw me. My eyes bounce from Louis to the dying man. Louis kneels next to the man and checks for a pulse. He breathes a sigh of relief.
“He needs to get to a hospital.” He says. I stand there paralyzed of what I’ve done. Louis takes control, calling 911. He removes his shirt and applies pressure to the wound, much like I’d done with Louis’ wound. Soon, paramedics come rolling through the woods and retrieve the man. They roll him back to an ambulance as a policeman approaches the two of us.

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KILLER (One Direction/Werewolf)
Fanfic*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.