Warning: depressing
I ran all night until the sun began to peak over the horizon when I finally let myself slow down by a pond. Slowly my bones morph back into my human form leaving me sore and exhausted. The transformation is always hard but this time I embarrass the pain. It is a part of me, just another part.
Scooping up some water I gently wash my face letting the cool liquid drip off. My reflection looks back at me from the water. My green eyes like deep pits looking into my very soul, my short hair waving slowing the breeze. I look almost human. Almost.
Splashing the water I quickly turn away from the pond. It's so hard to see what I have become. Pulling out the cloths from the bag I put on the brown leggings and sock, slowly lacing up my boots. But as I pull on my shirt I pause at the sight of it, my scar. The four deep claw marks running across my stomach to my hip, a gaping flaw on my toned stomach. My hand shakes softly as it hovers over the scar. The wolf that had done it... he...he had enjoyed it, my whole life had been taken from me, I never had a choice. I should have died that night but that wolf wanted me to survive, to suffer alone. Changing me into something else, I am not human and I don't know if I'm even the same wolf that met Trevor in that tavern. But in the end who would really care if I vanish. Not Trevor, no he kills monsters, that's all I am, a monster. Not Sypha, she might miss the human side but she would get over it. Not Alucard, I'm a loose end, a failure, I'm the one who failed his mother, who failed him. I'm just a scared little girl clinging to the memory of love I might have had. Those few months in that castle were the best months of my life. Maybe I should have stayed in that locked room reliving a fading memory of love. Alone, giving into the cold darkness around me. Because I am alone and empty just going through the motions.
I let the shirt drop slowly covering my scar. Slowly strapping on each knife, thighs, sides, arms. Each motion muscle memory, just go through the motions. Letting the smooth leather of my jacket surround me like a second skin. Buttoning it up I pull the hood over my head. Just another motion. One foot in front of the other takes me away from the water and back into the woods. I want to see him one more time if only to say goodbye.
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The Werewolf of Castlevania (Book 2)
FantasyCharlie has found paradise and control with Alucard. But what happens when her world crumbles around her. Will she regress back to her primal instinct? Who will she turn to for help? *Cover Art not mine. I do not own characters but Charlie is mine.
