Chapter Five Product of a murderer

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I get off the bus at around midnight. The bus driver welcomes me to Austin, Texas. I nod my head and give her a smile as I get off. I walk around aimlessly for an hour or so and find myself walking in a field. I look up to see the moon is full. I fall to my knees and cry out in pain. "NO! I will not-" I shift before I could even finish my sentence. Back and forth I went. Human to wolf. It didn't hurt as much as the first time, but if I said I didn't feel anything I'd be lying. I finally fall to my knees breathless after shifting back forth for around six times. I punch a tree repeatedly to get my anger out. I wipe the blood on my naked body thinking I still had clothes on. "God damn it." I hiss

I walk around looking for a house. Maybe I could steal clothes from someone or something. "Oh! Come on you stupid truck! You can't break down now!" I hear a girl from not to far away

I walk closer to the sound to find a girl in a short white dress with multi colored flowers on it. She wasn't very tall, she had hair as red as blood, eyes as green the leaves on the trees, she was hot! She kicked the truck with her white ballet flat then stiffled a cry when it hurt her back. She finally realizes I'm there when I decide to go along with this. I start to shiver. "Oh, my gosh! What-are-are you okay?" She asks me

I try to do my best and show her the pretend fear. I shake my head. "What happend?" She asks me

"I was attacked." I tell her quietly

"By who?" She asks me worriedly

"A wolf." If I could I'd laugh. I smile and reveal my jagged yellow teeth. I let a growl slip out and she takes off running. "Can't run from me forever." I warn her

I give her a ten second head start even though I know it will do her no good. One. I start thinking of my possibilities.

Two. 

I could kill her.

Three.

Or torture her.

Four.

Or bite her.

Five.

Rip her to pieces?

Six.

Pretend she's Alistair or Stephen and just completely destroy her.

Seven.

Oh, who knows? What a waste. She was kinda hot too.

Eight.

I feel my humanity leach away as I imagine putting her through the pain i had to go through.

Nine.

That makes me laugh.

Ten.

I start running. I follow her scent. She went into the barn. She tripped on something and is now laying on the cold ground. I pull her up by her hair and smile at her. I take in her scent. She smells like vanilla. "You were pretty too. What a waste. Oh, well." I tell her as I press my nose to her neck

"Please! Please just-just let me go!" She cries hystarically

"That's what everyone says before someone kills them isn't it? 'Please don't do this!', 'Just let me go!', 'Dear god! I'll do anything!', it's all the same. In the end it's all the same result. Death. But oddly enough it's better than what I'm gonna do to you. And I don't even know your name. I'm sorry that was rude of me. What's your name?" I ask her

She kicks me and I let go accidently. She tries running, but in the blink of an eye I'm infront of her once again. I tower over here. "I asked you a question. I expect an answer." I growl at her

"Lori Anne." She tells me between her sobs

"Cute name."

"What-what are you going to do to me?"

"I'm gonna do what they did to me." I bend down and kiss her shoulder then I bite into it. Hard.

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