The Willow Tree

-Prolouge-

Piper's P.O.V

I shuffled onto the left seat in the back of the car, my brother Thomas sat to the right. In the driver's seat sat my step father, a man with sandy-blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Although he doesn't matter.

Nothing mattered at that time.

My mother had died two years ago, and I had never known my 'real' father, mother said he died before we were born. But I never believed her. It still doesn't make sense to this day.

I hated my step-father. He hated Thomas and I. He would come home after work and abuse us. We couldn't escape or run, to us, he was the only family we had. But he wasn't family. Not to me, anyway.

This night he was driving us to an Orphanage, near where we used to live.

We used to live in a nice cottage in the countryside. It was nice there. Living with mother. Then she married him. When she died he burned most of our belongings and made us move to the city.

Outside the cottage there was a gigantic Willow tree. It was beautiful. All the leaves fell off the tree in Autumn and then appeared again in spring, along with bird nests.

The cottage was abandoned now, no one has lived there since we left. Now, it was just a creaky, rotting house.

Driving through the city was different. Instead of hearing sirens and seeing flashing lights. Things were different in Thames, quieter.

We finally reached the countryside, I glanced at Thomas to see him avoiding my stare. I then looked at my step-father, he gave me a dirty look through the mirror.

Only he knew. Only he knew Thomas and I's secret. Thats wh he punished us. Locked us up.

"You are disgusting, horrible beasts!" He spat, "you should be locked away, forever!"

I shuddered. I continued to look out the window. At least an Orphanage was better than living with him.

My step-father parked up about a kilometer away from the town. I opened my mouth to speak, but quickly shut it, not wanting another beating. My step-father scribbeled something down messily on a piece of paper.

He glared at Thomas then me and ordered us out. We obeyed.

He gave a nasty grin and laughed.
"You filthy creatures, look up at the night sky!"

It was a full moon. How did we not realise?

"You hideous dogs will be locked forever!"

"How?" Thomas wasn't sure this could get any worse.

"You will be locked in prison, for the murder of your own step-father after you uncontrollably attacked him on the night of a full moon."

He had obviously been planning this for weeks. He showed us the scribbles writing on the piece of paper.

"A death note."

I was shaking at this point. He's joking. He's got to be joking.

The death note said

"They're were-wolves, both of them. Paige and Thomas."

He couldn't do this. Who would want to do this. He's a physopath. He's crazy.

I was startled as Thomas fell to the ground, and quickly checked to see if he was alright. Then a sharp pain shot down my back and I felt myself on the ground as well.

Then I realised. It was our transformation.

None of our transformations had been quite so painful. Most likely because we were always chained up in cell-like rooms.

It was obvious Thomas knew what was happening too. He was going to force us to kill him. He wanted us to be executed for being what we are.

Another sharp pain jokted through my body like lightning. My body grew furry and my toenails and fingernails turned into sharp claws. My nose and chin grew longer.

As I was transforming I stood up, in the mirror instead of seeing normal Paige with dark red hair and green eyes, I saw the black and white, red-eyed werewolf.

Thomas had learnt to control his transformation, he learnt it off my mother before she died. Whereas after she died, the next full moon Thomas lost control. My step-father was the one who chained him up after what happened. Chained up  the monster.

Thomas lost control and bit me. Then we were constantly chained up. I had no idea how to control it. I couldn't control the transformation at the time either.

Thomas tried to stop me. He kept yelling,

"Paige. Control it. Its what he wants you to do."

But it was no use. Before I knew it I was running at the hideous man with teeth bared and claws unsheathed.

"NO! PAIGE... STOP!"

End of prolouge

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I have a pretty good idea of what the storyline is for this story. I am still adding, changing and deleting some ideas for this story but if you want to suggest some things down in the comments Ill look into them. Please vote if you like this story and please post feedback in the comments too.

Ashley Pijoe