Chapter 1: The Danger
My feet were dragging me through the street, barely able to feel them. My lungs were pounding, needing oxygen, but no matter how many times I took deep breaths, the need didn’t go away. As soon as I smelled her, I couldn’t resist the urge pounding inside me. With my teeth bared wildly, I swung at her, satisfying my need no matter how repulsive it may seem.
She screamed wildly, looking at me for the monster I really was. Terrified of the catlike creature in front of her. But I couldn’t stop. I needing this to survive, to live. My instincts had taken over. There was no going back now. With every gulp, I was getting stronger. Her silent screams pounding in my head. Never knowing that I could be the monster that was killing her. Killing her. No, I can’t kill, I won’t kill.
When I finally made myself pull back, I realized that it was too late. I felt as if I’d been thrown against a brick wall, the truth crushing me. Her life was cut short because of me. And I would always live with the guilt of that. All the things that she’d never be able to do, all because of me. But then it hit me. There was one thing I could do. But she would never have imagined becoming the barbaric monster that I already was. That I thought I’d learned to contain. But you can never conceal a monster. No matter how easy it may seem.
I acted on instinct, praying for it to work. She was going to die anyway, I may as well give her a choice. The colour started regaining to her cheeks. But I had to act fast. I looked down at my clothes and they were covered in deep red blood. The thought of it bringing me back to my hunter self once more, but this time I stopped it in its tracks. I had to bring her back to where she came from, she couldn’t wake up here.
I woke up in a sudden furry, unaware of my surroundings. My hands automatically flew to my neck, only to pull away realizing that there was nothing there. It then occurred to me that I was in my bedroom, hair sticking to my skin, as if awakening from a nightmare. But I had this odd feeling nagging inside me, trying to get out, and every time I’d think I’d come close, it was gone again. All I remembered was being terrified, and something about my neck, but I was wide awake now so it all seemed silly. But I still couldn’t get back to sleep.
The last thing I remembered was sneaking out to Jake’s party. My friends had convinced me to sneak out. At first I’d refused but then after nearly a month of whining and complaining, they finally made me agree to it. But after carefully stepping out the front door and walking onto the sidewalk, it was a complete blank. I couldn’t remember anything. It was like a giant hole in my memory. I don’t even know if I went to the party. Maybe I didn’t even sneak out at all. It could have just been a dream. At least that’s what I convinced myself.
I got up from my bed, having given up on sleep. When I looked down at my clothes, I realized that I was wearing what I had planned to wear to the party. What I was wearing when I thought I’d snuck out. I realized that on my white shirt, there was a tiny, barely noticeable red mark. More like a little glob. It looked like blood, and it was still a bit damp. I also realized that everything was sharper and more defined. The light coming from my lamp was hurting my eyes, so bad that I had to look away. I went over to it and turned it off. I could also see so much better in the dark. It was probably just my imagination playing tricks on me. It was then that I realized that I wasn’t wearing my purple sweater. My favourite sweater.
After searching frantically for it, in every nook and cranny, I couldn’t find it. It was like it got up and walked away. Maybe Katie took it. She was my sister and was always taking my clothes. I kept telling myself that was what happened and I got back in bed. By the time I was falling asleep, I almost believed it myself. But there was still something nagging at the inside of me, trying to get out.