Unnatural// 5SOS & 1D

Animals// part nine

m.c: I Have Become Death

It wasn't a good idea to stand in the field naked but, what other choice did I have. If I was going to turn, it would be be tonight and it wouldn't be pretty. I needed to be somewhere open that wasn't the forest. Michael was out there, along with his pack and so were my brothers friends. They didn't know what I had planned to do but they would find out the moment I sank my fangs into Michael's neck.

After I had seen the footprint Michael left behind in my backyard, I had been waiting for the next full moon to turn me into the ferocious animal I had been craving to become since I was a small child hearing stories from my dad, grandpa and uncle about their wolf adventures. If this legend was true, I would turn into a wolf. If I didn't turn, it would kill me.

I had snuck out of my house around midnight, my parents didn't know about this and I didn't want to turn in the house. It would be messy. Besides that though, if I died, I didn't want them to witness it. I had high hopes though. I at least had the gene for werewolfism in me so I would have a possible smoother transition but it was still a risk.

The field I had gone to was the same one where Michael and I kissed for the first time. I thought it would be fitting since this is where our love story began and this is where I was going to end it. I walked far enough down away from the road in case someone drove by and interrupted me. I didn't want to be seen. I was naked after all.

A slight wind picked up and I shuddered under the moonlight. When would it happen? Did I have to concentrate on it? How do you concentrate on transforming into a wolf? A shudder ran down my spine. My skin felt like it was being pricked by several thousand needles. I started to sweat. Was this is? Was I going to turn?

Crying out, I dropped to the ground as I felt my spine begin to move. The joints were cracking in and out of place and the pain was excruciating. I clamped my hand over my mouth, trying to muffle a scream. The closest house was just half a mile down the road. It was a quiet night, someone would definitely hear me scream.

When the popping finally stopped, I removed my hand from my mouth. Tears were streaming down my face and my back was sore but I felt.. Slightly taller. Before I could recover from that pain, my chest felt like it was on fire, my heart racing at a million miles an hour. I moaned, withering on the ground.

Scratching at my arms and legs, I tried to get rid of the itching, burning feeling that was spreading throughout my entire body. My nails started to elongate painfully and every time I scratched an area of my body, I drew blood. To stop myself from digging my nails into my skin, I drove my hands into the ground, grasping at the dirt fruitlessly.

I screamed as I felt my back being to pop and crack and shift again. I couldn't cover my mouth this time though so I tried biting on my tongue but my teeth were expanding, my jaw elongating and I drew blood as my sharp teeth pierced my tongue. Gasping loudly, I thrashed around on the ground.

Don't scream Lydia. Don't scream. I kept repeating to myself. If I screamed, someone would find me. If someone found me they would try to take me to the hospital. If I was taken to the hospital I could wolf out, freak out and maybe even kill someone.

My back arched off of the ground and I drew my bloody legs into me. Spots were dancing in my vision and as I blinked, my vision was changing rapidly. I couldn't stand it. The pain was overwhelming me. My bones in my legs, my back, my shoulders, everything was moving and shifting and it felt like I was dying.

With a single blood curling scream, I collapsed onto the ground, my body seizing as my vision went black.

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"Wake up Lydia!" My eyes snapped open and before me was my brother, smiling mischievously and touching my arm. "Come on sleepy head, let's go outside."