The Animal I Have Become

Chapter 2: Big mistake

I woke up the next morning, human, completely naked, and with next to no memory of the night before. I slowly got up, feeling slightly dazed, and wondered where I was. Eventually I realised I was in my room, but it looked like it had been completely trashed. Books were ripped, as was the bed clothes. It looked like someone had come in and wrecked it. I got myself ready for college and slowly made my way downstairs. My father saw me and smiled, 'Morning Rebecca.'

'Morning dad,' I replied.

'Did you hear anything unusual last night?' He asked me

'Such as...?'

'Growling, howling, that sort of thing.'

I shook my head, 'No. I didn't hear anything last night.'

'Wow. You must be a heavy sleeper.'

'I guess. Well, I'm off to collage now.'

'You sure? You haven't been well the last few days.'

'I'm fine, dad. I'm not going to let a little dog bite stop me.' I waved goodbye and went to the bus stop in my usual way, except this time my sense of smell caught everything around me. It was so bizarre.

When I got to college, I saw Emma and said hi to her. When she saw me she hugged me tightly, 'Oh Becky. I thought something terrible happened.'

'It sort of did,' I hugged back awkwardly.

'So what happened?'

'I'm not sure. I think I was attacked by some kind of dog.' I showed her the scar. She jumped back a bit, then regained her composure and looked at it, 'Wow. Must've been one heck of a dog.'

'Yeah. But I'm fine now,' I smiled.

'Okay. Say, I've been invited to a party tonight. Wanna come?'

I nodded, 'Sure. What's the worst that can happen?'

In hindsight I probably shouldn't have said that.

That evening I met Emma at a night club. I had made myself up so I looked good, but hopefully without attracting too much attention. Emma smiled, 'You ready?'

'Ready as I'll ever be,' I replied. We went inside. Emma spent most of her time talking to other people, whereas I sat in the corner holding a glass of fruit juice. Just then a guy walked up to me. He was huge (well, from my point of view), with short brown hair, and no shirt, showing his well toned six-pack, plus a few scars. He smiled at me, 'Would you care to dance?'

I looked up at him, 'Oh, no thanks. I'm a lousy dancer.'

He smiled took my hand, 'Don't be scared.'

I put down my drink and stood up, looking into his blue eyes. He was so handsome and polite, I was lost in his gaze.

When the song finished I went to sit back down and took a sip of my drink, still watching the boy I danced with. My drink tasted different, and I wondered what was wrong with it. My throat started to burn, and I realised my drink must have been spiked. I ran outside, gasping for air, when someone came up behind me. I spun around and saw it was Damien, a complete asshole who's tried to 'get it on' with me since we met at school.

'Hey babe. Wanna make out?' he asked with a stupid grin on his face. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

'I've told you many times before, Damien. I wouldn't 'make out' with you if you were the last guy on this planet.'

He put his arms around me, 'Aww, common love, don't play hard to get.'

I pushed him away, 'I'm not playing, Damien. Leave me alone.'