La Bestia

prologue

PROLOGUE: 

I looked up to the sky, the beautiful blue was turning to a subtle pink, I had to leave. Quick.

 'Bye, gyes. See you tomorrow ' I said waving at my friends, trying to sound as calm as I could

   'wait Lexie!' my friend called after me,  no, I had to get away from them... 'don't forget your purse,' said Carla leaving the group 

   'oh, right, thanks' I said and grabbed it and waved when I turned the corner and was out of sight, I ran no one could see me. I turned down the alley way (I know what your thinking, 'you idiot! don't walk into the alleyway!' oh well, too late) I kept running. A cold, clammy, rough hand grabbed my wrist. I didn't scream. The hand pulled me in and pinned me against the wall. Breaths smelling of alcohol attacked my nose as it neared me. I saw the sun set in the distance. I left my body like I passed out as I transformed. That one dangerous first minute when the sun sets on the last day of the month, I'm gone as well as all control of my actions. When I returned to my body and opened my now yellow slits of eyes the man lay on the ground with something like snake bite marks on his neck and claw marks on his face and gouge marks just over his collar bone. The blood oozed from the injuries I sat him up and covered the fire (my 'hair') on my head with my hand, which in this form didn't react to pain and put my purple hood of my hoodie over my head I ran to the coast and sat on the pier. I screamed in frustration and clenched my hand into my hands and my claws dug into my palm. I looked at my hideous reflection in complete and utter disgust:

the fire hair danced around my shoulders and the vampire fangs were cutting my lip, tiger claws stuck out from my trembling fingers and
the purple skin which clashed  with the topaz snake eyes and frankly just plain embarrassing elf ears  

I dipped my toe in the water and the gills spread over my skin. I jumped into the  water my hair still alight

 I swam parrallel to the coast and ran to my house I began bawling crying as my sister hugged me and told me I'd be fine

A few weeks later the man recovered and since he saw my true identity: brown, long, wavy hair my fringe, my dark blue eyes. I was in trouble. He described me to the doctors and the people who were trying to "help him". Soon after, a mob crowded around the house and began to set it on fire. we grabbed our best possesions and ran out the backdoor and got a boat and left the country... forever