Bitten

Chapter 6

Guys...

This is a little gruesome.

I swear I'm not a serial killer. :S

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I growled at the farmer and launched myself at him, his pitiful cries were drowned out as I ripped open his chest. Blood dribbled down my jagged teeth and specked the grass around. His rib cave was showing and I smashed my front paws down on top of it,

How dare he interrupt my feast?

I glanced toward my left at the unfinished sheep carcass and barred my teeth in a grimace.

The man's screams turned to gurgles as I thrust my muzzle into his gut and his intestines slithered out, long chains of bloody human flesh. His breath came out in weak gasps and his eyes rolled as I sliced through his neck with my claw and he was finally silent.

Something in the back of my head nagged at me and I began to drag the body.

You wouldn't want to get caught now, would ya?

It slid through the grass, slick with dark blood. My tongue swept across my teeth and the tattered garment in my mouth.

The grass thickened as I dug my paws into the ground and yanked the corpse into the tree line and behind the nearest patch of brambles. I crunched down onto his head and heard his skull cracking between my jaws.

Man, I was hungry.

I closed my eyes and lapped up the blood and brains, snaffling as it was swallowed down my throat. The flesh was still beautifully warm as it went into my body.

I shook and lifted my head up, droplets of blood cascaded from my jaws onto the earth beneath my powerful paws.

My head snapped round as I heard a far off barking and my eyes squinted at the figures running through the field. If I could have talked, I would have cursed.

The dog started barking again and suddenly let out a forlorn yowl and I knew it had found it's owners blood. I looked down at the mangled body and ripped it into shreds.

That would suffice for long enough.

I whimpered a little and pulled my tail beneath my legs. The dog started to bark and run this way, the men shouting and running after it.

I turned tail and ran, they couldn't catch me or I'd have to kill more and I was full from the farmer. I could also feel myself beginning to change as the sun was beginning to rise above the horizon.

I felt my skin spasm and ripple like the surface of a disturbed lake, my body exploded into near unbearable pain as my hair follicles wear torn back through my skin and thrust through the top of my hair.

I howled and yowled and yet still managed to dig my muzzle into the ground to quieten myself so I wouldn't alert anyone of my presence.

My mouth felt numb as my incisors were pulled into my gums and blunt, human teeth were replaced. I licked them and I could taste blood.

The transformation was always traumatic, but only lasted about a minute. Even now, I could feel my tongue shrivelling and mutating into recognisably human.

At last, the part I always dreaded, all the small things were complete, the full change from wolf to human.

I felt my bones breaking and my eyes bulging, I careered full pelt into the side of a tree and smashed into the ground, my shoulder bleeding badly and my sides aching from running.

My skin was covered with goose bumps as I sat up, completely naked in a patch of particularly bad stinging nettles.

"Shit." I swore as I attempted to stand up and had to put my hand against the rough bark of the nearby tree and lean against it, the bark still covered with a light speckle of my blood.

"It feels good to be my human form again." I smiled a little as I flexed my fingers.

Thinking back to what I had done, I suddenly looked down at the ground and "moaned.

Why?

Why did that farmer meddle?

The beast doesn't care about anything.

He knew that because of Larka.

Larka.

How was she?

He didn't even know, and yet he had still allowed himself to transform again.

He smashed his hand against the free and it came away bleeding ferociously.

"Damn it."

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I glanced back at the hospital doors.

"I can't believe I'm finally out."

I smiled at my parents, who were beside me as we walked to our blue Peugeot.

They looked down at my face and smiled back,

"Yep."

Dad ruffled my hair and I dealt a punch to his right shoulder. He chuckled and opened the door for me.

"Dead before alive."

He looked at me all innocently and mum laughed a little. I punched him and got in.

"Beauty before old."

I flicked my hair and he grumbled light heartedly and flopped into the other side of the car with mum at the steering wheel.

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This is kinda a filler chapter.

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