Bambi And The Wolf

When I woke up it was silent. The snow was falling slowly outside and I could see my pack rolling through the flakes. As I got up from my bed I saw my reflection in my mirror by the door. I hated what I looked like. My face was contorted so my forehead was wrinkled and hair was sprouting from my cheeks. There was hair coming from all over and my nails had transformed into claws. When I smiled I could see bright white fangs extending from my teeth. What I look like haunts my dreams and constantly plagues my mind.

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I was standing before a room full of people who were honoring my birthday. It was my first birthday since my family had passed. I was turning 22 and I couldn't find it in me to be happy. Ever since they passed I've been bitter towards everyone.

"Master! There is someone at the door", Cora, my younger sister, shouted.

"Can't you answer it?" I mumbled and rolled my eyes. I stood up and walked to the door. When I opened it I was met by a poor looking woman.

"How can I help you?" I asked her.

"May I come in from the cold for a bit?" She asked looking up at me, hands trembling. I wasn't about to let someone looking like that come into my formal ball.

"No, I'm sorry but you wouldn't fit in here. Find somewhere else to house yourself until the storm passes." I turned away closing the door on the old woman. I instantly felt a hand grabbing my arm and spinning me back around. The once ancient lady was now a stunning young madame.

"You will regret your choices and see yourself as your own personality is viewed. Only when someone is capable of loving you for yourself will you be able to see yourself as you do now." With that she turned and walked down the path into the dark forest.

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Now I look as if I am part wolf, while the others that had occupied my castle with me actually are.

"Is anyone there?" The voice carries and I can hear the way it trembles as it seeps through the walls. Whoever it is, they are trespassing and are going to be punished for stepping into my home.

I stormed down the steps to the front foyer. When I reached the bottom of the steps I spotted a young man looking into the ballroom. I cleared my throat and the man spun around, bambi eyes wide and fearful. He was scrawny and pale; with a wild and untamed flop of hair sitting on his head.

"What are you doing here?" I gruffly asked. He whimpered and took a step back. The boy's big eyes taking everything in; looking for an escape.

"I'm lost and I stumbled upon your house. I was hoping I could stay for a night and find my way back to town tomorrow." He quietly stated. I couldn't let that happen, though. I had been forced into hiding since the night the witch showed up and there was no way I was going to let this kid screw up the only peace I had.

"You can stay, but you can't ever leave. This will be your home from now on." I grabbed him and dragged him down the hall, into a small room off the left side. There was a cement cell with huge barred doors. I threw him into it and walked away; ignoring his protests.

An hour later five medium sized wolves came running into the lounge. The smallest of the five was a light brown, almost white, color with soft blue eyes. His name was Isaac and he was a little boy my mom had taken in from the cold one night. After my mom died, Lydia was the one who took Isaac under her wing. She was now a wolf with red-tinted fur and striking green eyes. My younger sister, Cora, had dark brown eyes and dark brown fur to match. The biggest wolf, Scott, had chocolate colored fur and warm brown eyes. He was the cook for my family before I turned 22. The final wolf, Malia, had dirty brown fur with glowing blue eyes. She used to be the one who told my family when events were and kept us on time.

"Why is there a frightened boy in the dungeon?" Isaac asked me, looking up at me with big puppy eyes.

"You should be nice to him! Maybe he's the one!" Scott exclaimed while wagging his bushy tail.

"It's never going to reverse and the quicker you accept that, the better it'll be." I grumpily replied. They always got their hopes up and in the end it'll just crush them more if they believe I can be fixed. No one is ever going to love me with the way I am. Especially not some bright-eyed boy who probably has someone already picked out for him.

"If you think like that it won't! You should at least try to be nice to him." Cora yelled. "He seems like a nice boy and I doubt he's one to judge!" She growled angrily. I huffed and jumped up, ready to get away from them for right now.

"We just want you to be happy again, Derek..." Lydia softly spoke; grabbing my arm to hold me back as I strode past her. I yanked out of her grasp and stormed out of the room; not looking back. There was no way this boy could unravel the curse that has plagued me for so long. He just couldn't. Right?