Werewolf Son of a Vampire

Being a Werewolf Chapter 1

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When I was little I'd always wanted to be a werewolf. Honestly I don't know where I got that idea. I can tell you, It's not fun. Being a werewolf can be the most annoying thing you could ever experience. I have fleas, I smell like a stink bomb and I have a fear of cats and I really like raw meat. Werewolves arn't what you probably think we are. We are perfectly normal. I have olive skin, brown eyes and dark brown curly hair. I'm just a guy. I look nothing like a wolf. Personally I find it offensive that people think were animals. I can tell you the only time I even get close is on full moons. 

When I was younger, lets say eight to fifteen, I was sedated and locked up in a cellar by my Mum every full moon. When I woke up I would remember nothing. I had no friends beside my Mum and Brother. My Mother never told me anything about my dad though I guess I'll find out someday. It's strange really. I never new why my Mum locked me up. I knew she had a reason, but she never told me. 

Once when I was younger I'd asked her.

"Mum, why can't I go outside on full moons?"

"It's all for the best sweetie, You'll understand when your older."

I didn't ask again. Her secret was kept well. Untill I turned 16.

She forgot about the full moon.

I remember I woke up. In pain. Screams turning to howls as my bones and flesh stretched, my face lengthening to a snout.  It was a full moon. I knew what was happening.

My mother triedeverthing to protect me from myself.

I slaughtered her in cold blood.

It's taken e two yars to realsise, If I hadn't killed my mother, my life would have been so much easier.

I hate my life.

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I stolling down a street in Maroubra Junction. It was late afternoon and the streets were practically deserted. All except for one man. Whose head was buried in a newspaper.

"Oi!" I heard a scream from behind me. 

It was Mick. He was the only person I knew who didn't think I was an wild animal, who also happened to be my 20 year old sycotic brother. 

But he trapped me in his grasp. I couldn't go anywhere without him finding me. I just hoped I wouldn't be stuck in a warehouse for the rest of my life.

"Go away." I told him

"No," He never listened "We cant talk here."

"Talk about what? There's nothing to talk about!"

"Oscar!" shouted. The man stared at us uneasily but Mick didn't stop."Don't you dare walk away!"

I didn't wanthim to talk to me. Every time he tried, it was bad news. I burst into tears and started running. I was sick of all of it. Why couldn't he just leave.

"I think I've found Dad." said Mick quietly.

I stopped in my tracks. The man with the newspaper bolted.

I haven't seen Dad since I was three...

Hope you liked it. This was just a kind of intro. Chapter 2 up soon. Please give me feedback i'm new to this.

P.S The pic on the side is of Oscar and Mick when they r at Maroubra Junction. I drew it :)