The Delta Bloodline(Under Construction)

Part Four

I finally reached the library and passed the dusty entrance. When I arrived the I saw the old cheap carpets on the floor in every section of the room. I saw the vague black and white paintings on the walls which nobody was interested to look at. I saw the old,wooden book shelves that were at a reachable height enough for an eight year old to reach for a book at the top of the shelf. But I guess this is acceptable because the library is over thirty years old.

I walked to the only available seat I could find near a computer and slid across it apprehensively."What should I type?" I asked myself in a frozen position looking the computer screen. I started to try and put the pieces together like a jigsaw puzzle. "Okay,so this all happened when I got bit that big wolf,right? So what if......" I didn't finish my sentence,but instead I impulsively typed in the words "werewolf legends" hoping to find answers. I clicked on one of the results and started reading through what others would call "useless crap".I started scrolling down constantly with mouse until I read something the caught my attention.

I immediately started to read the article out loud.

"Werewolves, also known as lycanthrope are mythological or folkloric humans with the ability to shapeshift into wolves or therianthropic hybrid wolf-like creatures the ability to shape shift into wolves. They run incredibly faster than humans. They are much stronger than humans too. Their weaknesses are silver and wolvesbayne and occasionally mistletoe. Every full moon,a werewolf shifts into its full vicious form. For a human to become a werewolf. One must be bitten."

I suddenly began to rub between my neck and my shoulder where the bite used to appear. Then I poked a stranger standing next me."Excuse me. When is the next full moon?" I asked."Next week thursday,dude." He replied. I began to worry and question the fact that I might be a werewolf."No,no,that's impossible. I'm probably seeing things because of those greasy bacon strips I ate,it's probably bad digestion ,maybe what I saw and felt wasn't real,and possibly that delivery man is really slow at riding a bike." I say to myself trying to convince my self that what happened wasn't real.

I slid the chair backwards making a sudden screeching noise. I grab my bag offhandedly and rushed out the exit of the library. Then I noticed that it was already and seven o'clock at night." Oh crap! Mom is gonna kill me I have less than ten minutes till my curfew." I say to myself. But surprisingly enough, I am more passive than worried. I run home cautiously to notice if I am able to run like I did this morning. But I realize that I am actually running at the normal pathetic pace I usually run like. "See. I'm not a werewolf" I say to myself as I try to vaguely confront myself.

Then I suddenly hear a lady-like voice whispering in my head saying

~Do not resist the truth,James. You've been given a gift.~

I quickly panic and start looking around to see who just spoke to me."How do you know my name? Who said that? Is there anybody out there? Hello?"I asked looking around this seeing if I can spot this stranger who spoke to me. Then I finally see it. I identify those eyes immediately.

The eyes which saw me cry out for help. The eyes that saw me begging for mercy. The eyes that saw me suffer constantly. I saw the blood red eyes of the beast that attacked me last night.