Klance | Series of Short Stories

Rough Truth

[This has Season 2 Spoilers]

[Was based on the fanart: http://mapurl.tumblr.com/post/147035814348/i-swear-im-a-good-person]

It happened. The thing Keith has been denying, saying he's okay and it's nothing major, the thing Keith brushed away whenever he felt weird or out of place, the thing he had painfully accepted and hid from everyone, praying they wouldn't know.

It started with small migraines. He would get them whenever he was moving a lot, mostly when he practices fighting, but he could usually brush it off. It soon changed to something completely different; his head felt like the tiny burning tingles you get when you go swimming in ice cold water and then jump into a hot tub right after, except it doesn't go away.

Then he saw it for the first time a few weeks ago; the pulsing in his palm made him look down and he saw a flash of purple. Thank god it faded-for now. But it happened so frequently, he decided to keep his gloves on and wear his jacket at all times even if he was burning up. No one questioned it though, despite noticing how much sweat Keith was producing and the small winces of pain he tries to hide. Maybe because he overworks himself, or maybe because they secretly knew too.

Nonetheless, here we are. Keith stared at the mirror, his eyes darting to his ears. His. Fucking. Ears. He brought his hands to them, just to prove they were real, though he was sure he didn't need any more reassuring, but then he saw his hands, and the long claw-like nails. His pale complexion was fading to purple and he watched it go up to his arm, the rest of it hidden behind his black shirt.

Impulsively, he freaked and turned on the sink faucet, knowing there was a 0% chance it would come off, but Keith was so desperate. He scrubbed his arm as hard as he could, ignoring the slight pain he was causing before finally coming to a stop.

It didn't come off.

His breathing got heavier than it already was. He punched the mirror, a crack spreading around his fist, but then he felt something in his mouth- an aching feeling. It reminded him of when he was little and how irritated he got when his teeth were growing in. He immediately figured it out and looked into the shattered mirror. His eyes widened as he saw the fangs.

This was real.

This was real.

He shook his head, how did this happen? How could this happen? Why did it happen? He gripped the sides of the sink, trying to calm down, but he couldn't slow his breathing. It's like his respiratory system was twice as fast and he couldn't keep up. His body was changing, he knew it. The throbbing reappeared and he reflexively put his hands to his head, adding a little bit of pressure to stop the pain, but he couldn't. He started screaming, asking for it to stop, but it didn't.

Then there was a switch.

All of the terrible discomfort suddenly went away, and it was like he was accustomed to the feelings. Another look in the mirror and all he saw was a pair of glowing yellow eyes that unpleasantly stared back with a wicked stare. He wasn't himself. Not anymore. He became a blood thirsty animal- hungry for whatever was nearby. A smirk formed on his face almost unnoticeably as he walked out practically nonchalantly.

The castle hallway was empty, and if the Keith that was still there existed, it would be relieved, but it wasn't. The Keith that existed now was bitter- it wanted to kill, it needed to; it wanted to destroy anything that came across it. He continued to walk down the corridor to where the paladins usually hung around when they weren't training, but he realized it was late and they were all most likely asleep. He wouldn't give up though, not yet. He went to where they should be resting, thinking about sneaking into their rooms for a silent kill. The thought of right and wrong was out of the question-he just needed to fill his hunger.