It was a warm summer night, the full moon lit up the Crescent Valley like a pale sun. A wolf’s howl sounded off in the distance. Gregory Hound, a humble farmer who lived off the land of the Crescent Valley, was riding his horse through the forest with tremendous speed. Branches and brambles tore at his clothes and skin, whipping past his face leaving crimson lines of blood. He had been awoken in the middle of the night, his youngest son was coughing up blood. He immediately grabbed his jacket, climbed atop his horse and rode towards town. It took nearly an hour to get to town, he pounded on the healers door, praying to every God he could think of to save his baby’s life.
The young healer opened the door, rubbing his eyes with the back of his knuckles. When he saw the frantic farmer he sighed and grabbed his coat. The two got back onto the horse and took off as fast as possible. The healer held his hand to the horse's side and a white light emanated from it. Suddenly the horse started racing much faster, as if it’s exhaustion had evaporated. They made it back to the farm much faster than normal. The orange glow on the horizon made Gregory’s blood turn to ice.
They approached the house, now up in a blaze. The farmer raced to the front door, barreling through it like it was made of paper. He screamed the names of his children and wife but received no response. The flames lapped at his skin as the smoke burned his lungs. He pulled his shirt up to cover his nose and mouth as he smashed through another door. Once inside his eyes opened up in horror. On the ground of his children’s bedroom were 3 bodies, his daughter and eldest son were splayed beneath his wife. Their throats torn open and their blood painting the room. His eyes drifted towards the corner and saw his youngest son cradled up in the corner.
“Come on son, we need to get out of here!” Gregory shouted.
His son did not move, he just sat
cradling his legs. Gregory quickly crossed the room and put his hand on his son’s shoulder. Before he had a chance to react his hand was already gone. He wailed in pain and fell backwards. He looked up at his son, his crimson red eyes pierced the darkness, blood stained his chin and chest. His son was now a vampire, a creature of night and hunger. He crawled away in terror. How could his son have become a vampire?
“James… Why?” His eyes sting with fresh tears.
Just as James was about to jump on the final member of his family a spear of white light pierced his heart and he fell to the ground. The healer dragged Gregory from the building, the whole time he watched as his son withered away like an ancient corpse. The roof collapsed and his family’s corpses burned away. The images of his bloodied family constantly haunted him, even while he laid on the dirt. To his side a bright white light lit up his side. He stared up at the moon with tear filled eyes, cursing his fate.
‘I wish I could slaughter the monsters who turned my baby boy and destroyed my family. I want to tear them limb from limb!’ He thought as his vision turned black.
‘Do you want the power to take revenge?’ A bizarre and booming voice echoed from all around him.
“Who said that?!” He called out.
He sat up and noticed that there was nothing around him. Not a single tree nor rock, not even the healer was still around. Endless darkness stretched out in every direction. When he looked up though, the moon was still there, but it was dyed red. He felt a cold chill run up along his spine and he shivered violently. He looked around for the owner of the terrifying voice but couldn’t see a single living thing. That’s when the voice asked him again.
‘Do you want the power to take revenge? I can transform you from prey into a predator.’ The voice boomed.
It was only then that he realized that the voice was coming from within his own mind. As if he’s own thoughts were giving him an offer. His heart pounded in his chest like a beast rattling against a cage. The rage that flowed through his veins washed away the chill from before and he stood up, staring at the blood red moon above him.
“I do!” Gregory shouted.
‘Good.’ The disembodied voice cackled.
Then the red that stained the moon above him began to drain down to a single point. Like a mythical potion being distilled, it slowly gathered at the bottom and began to drip down. A single red droplet fell down onto his forehead. He wiped it off with his finger, examining it closely. Putting it on his tongue he tasted the strange liquid. His eyebrow cocked and he looked back up at the moon.
“Wolf’s blood?” He said aloud.
Suddenly the red of the moon began to pour down on him like a waterfall from hell. Instead of washing out in every direction, the blood gathered around him. He could feel the blood boil on his skin, blisters formed and exploded on his skin, it was as if the blood was eating away at him. Then he felt a cold chill wash over his bones. That’s when he could feel them break. His bones snapped apart and reshaped themselves, tearing his flesh apart only to regrow stronger and more durable. At this point, his skin had completely melted off, along with his hair and nails.
His fingers grew longer along with his arms and legs. His knees snapped and contorted backwards, forming a new knee in reverse. Then his facial bones shattered, including his jaw. His nose and mouth stretched to form a short muzzle. Just as the blood pool started to disappear his skin began to regrow, along with a new pelt, just like a wolf.
‘Ahh yes, a new creature. I’m sure you will become a wonderful new source of entertainment.’ The voice cackled from within the newborn Lycan’s mind.
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