The Witch's Curse

August 25th, 1887 A.D.

England

The girl looked petrified.

"Werewolf..." She whispered out that one word while looking at the monster in front of her.

Her eyes were wide just like the full moon in the sky and they shined, showing that she was on the verge of tears. The girl backed away from the creature slowly, but she hit the trunk of a tree, causing her to stop.

The creature infront of her stepped closer to her, moving silently with each step it took. It was only about 3 yards away from the girl before a blood curtling scream erupted from her lips, causing the creature to flinch slightly.

The creature growled loudly, signaling that it was about to attack. It took one step and thats when i jumped down of of the tree branch i was sitting on.

In a blink of an eye i had my sword out, and i swung. Blood started to form around the creature's arm. It fell off and the creature roared in pain, grabbing its arm with its other hand.

It looked at me with its golden eyes, staring at me as if i had just killed its child.

Too bad it didnt know that I already had.

With one last swing, my sword cut through the creature's chest like a knife cuts butter. It fell with a thud, shaking the ground slightly.

I turned to face the girl, but she was gone.