The house that Jenny lived in was a pretty immaculate one. Her father was an Obstetrician which means he was loaded with cash. Their house was filled to the brim with expensive looking items. The upper floor, which is what held the bathroom, Jenny's room and her dad's room appeared so fancy. Which is what was weird about Jenny; she didn't feel so upper class like her father was. She felt middle class, like she was happy with small things not enormous ones. The walls were painted red, with gold rose thorn trims. Occasionally there would be a golden rose that would break the monotony of the thorns and vines. The floors were covered with blue carpets, which was thick and silky.
To Jenny's right was a white door way at the end of the walkway. Along the left side of that floor was a black banister. To her left was another door which was at that end, which leads to her father's room. Instead of a banister, there was a wall which had an additional door built into it. This door was smaller than the others but lead to a closet where her father normally held all of the cleaning supplies. Jenny breathed heavily before heading downstairs and then started the descent. Down the stairs, there was a black railing, matching the banister upstairs. The steps were covered with the same blue carpet, and lined with silver. Along the left wall stood a few pictures; the first was that of her father smiling in his doctor's uniform.
The second was Jenny, sitting at a park and giggling towards the camera. Finally the last photo was that of a woman who Jenny knew deep down, was her mother. She stopped for a second to stare into her eyes. She had such amazing blue irises which took Jenny's breath away every time she saw them. To the left of the woman stood a man with black hair, bronze skin and emerald colored eyes. He was grinning, holding her mother's hand. "Who are you?" Jenny asked, as she looked into the man's eyes. Her head tilted a bit, while taking in all that the picture had to give her. Then there was a voice which cracked the silence, making her scream and jump. She whipped around, meeting her father's gaze. "OH, sorry about that Jen! I didn't know you were down here. Are you ready?" he asked her. "Ready for what?" she responded.
"For me to explain why all of this has been… What's happened to you Jenny?" her dad had just noticed her new body parts. "Uh, I can explain…" Jenny started. John shook his head, rubbing his eyes and grimacing. "I was afraid this would happen…" Jenny looked around the room while her father paced back and forth. He had been muttering furiously to himself, cursing a number of different names. The entrance room was small, which had three doorways leading to other rooms and one big brown door that went outside. To the right was an open door which had the living room behind it. The living room had one white carpet on the floor, two black leather couches, and a dark brown legged coffee table with a crystal top. The walls were the same as the ones upstairs.
Two windows were in that room, both were six by four feet and consisted of two large window panes bordered with black iron ridges. Jenny ignored her father pacing for a moment, entering the living room to break away from him. To her right stood a sixty five inch T.V, complete with surround sound speakers around the room and a DVD player. Sitting on the coffee table was Jenny's X-box and Playstation 2. There were two filing cabinets in this room, the left one was full of video games, ranged from most liked to least liked. And on the right was the movie cabinet which contained movies that were put in order by genre. The cabinets were both made of wood and painted black.
Jenny exited the room, through a back door next to the movie cabinet which lead to the pantry. There wasn't much to say about it other than it was a dull, colorless room that had cabinets lining the walls. They were painted black before but over the years have chipped off a bit at a time. To the right of the room, stood one big cabinet with three sections, two on top and one on the bottom. The other cabinets lined the ceiling around the room, and one counter stood next to another, smaller window. There was a light drape covering it, blocking the sun from getting inside. Dust covered the walls and floor of this room, making it look so eerie and disturbing to be in. When Jenny looked around on the floor, she noticed a carpet laying at a cockeyed angle, showing a portion of a trap door.
Jenny ignored the door and exited the room, even though she couldn't shake the thought off. When she re-entered the entrance room, her father was still pacing back and forth. Taking the opportunity to go, Jenny turned left towards the far doorway, at the end of the hall beside the stairway. She got to it, and entered the room; her father was still pulling at his hair, breathing hard. This room was the kitchen, which had a white, tiled floor, red walls, white ceiling and black cabinets. Across the room, was a black, double-door fridge with an ice machine and water dispenser, and next to it on the right were the counter tops.
The tops were made of pure one hundred percent marble, which was stained black with white stripes. The cupboards under this counter were painted red to differ from their darkened tops. In the corner of the room, where the cupboards connected sat a circular sink, made of solid steel and lined with silver. On the far right stood another window; this one peered out towards a park that was across the street. Directly in front of Jenny was a rectangular table, with five seats. They were black as well, with the chairs having red cushions. Compared to the other rooms, the kitchen was very big. She turned back around, re entering the entrance room once again; when her father finally noticed her. "Oh yeah, sorry about that Jen; I just got lost in thought." "I… can tell." Jenny replied. She smiled, feeling happiness beginning to sweep over her.
"Okay; well, follow me then!" he ordered, as he started towards the living room. Jenny followed him, sliding her hands deeply into her pant pockets and following her dad towards the pantry. Her mind began buzzing with thoughts, wondering what they would be doing in a pantry at this time of day. Pulling out her cell phone, Jenny checked the time; it showed the date and time which read: July 3rd, 2004; six thirty p.m. Her birthday was the very next day, which made her extremely excited. That was going to be the day that she finally would enter the teenage years of life, and get to aging. "Where are we going?" she asked
"We're going to the basement honey; it'll be easier to explain down there." He opened the pantry, quickly moving over towards the trap door, which Jenny noticed earlier. She began to feel a tad bit uneasy as to why her father was hiding that trapdoor. After moving jugs of kerosene around and after multiple gasps of breath and cursing; the door was free. He lifted a black handle and heaved the door wide open. It sounded like it hadn't been used in ages because loud creaks rang throughout the small room. Jenny coughed, waving dust away from her face, as it bounced off of the surface. There was only a single ladder which lead to the basement which John began descending. "Are you coming Jen?" he asked, looking up at her.
"In; in a minute dad." She replied, grasping her stomach with her right arm and coughing into her left hand. Just the thought of entering the basement made Jenny's skin crawl. But after a few minutes of her father being alone down there; she decided it was time to join him. She took a deep breath, walked towards the ladder and began to enter the basement. It was just as most people would think it would be. The walls were made of stones, and dirt; which is what the floor was made of. Spiders crawled in and out of the cracks of the walls at their leisure, others created ghastly webs. She walked straight through one; screaming and flailing her hands around.
A spider was crawling up her face, and over her head. "GET IT OFF ME DAD! GET IT OFF!" she bellowed, jumping around in one spot. "Calm down Jen, don't give him a reason to bite you… There you are." John said after brushing the spider off. Jenny kept covering her mouth, as she walked further into the basement, gazing out the dusty windows that allowed only a bit of sun in. She had to duck so her head wouldn't slam into the ceiling, and stopped next to a single hanging light bulb. It barely lit up the room, when her father clicked it on. There were five beams which held the floor up, and one main beam in the center which supported the house itself.
John was sitting on an empty barrel, rummaging in an old box underneath a single table made of one sheet of plywood. "Please sit down Jen; there's a lot to explain." John said, pulling a bucket out and turning it over. He swiped dirt from the bottom as well as bugs then patted it, waiting for Jenny to sit. She reluctantly slumped over and sat slowly down, not wanting to be here anymore. There was cold air seeping in from below them, making her shiver and rub her arms. John sighed as he pulled out a thick folder which was completely covered with grime. He wiped it off, with his hand and then disposed of it on his pants.
"What's that Dad?" Jenny asked, gazing at the dirty papers. "This, Jenny, is your records. Everything that has happened to you since you were born are in this folder." He replied, as he opened the flimsy paper, and began shuffling around with the sheets inside it. He muttered to himself, thumbing over one page to the next until he finally stopped. Low muttering words left his lips as he read to himself until he said, "AH HA!" Jenny was shocked from the random loud words. She jumped out of her skin almost; her heart screaming in her chest.
"What is it you're going to show me?" Jenny asked, clutching her chest. He looked up, locking onto her eyes, and then a solemn face formed. "This… is an obituary clipping. It's of your mother, and someone else." He handed the old newspaper clipping over to her, which she held gingerly. On the top of article sat a big picture of a woman, with a bright smile and piercing eyes. She was standing next to the familiar man that Jenny saw in the other picture on the staircase. His face was sharp, locking onto Jenny's eyes just as her father did. They were standing outside a park entrance, and smiling brightly at a camera.
Underneath the photograph was a headline which sounded so graphic to Jenny. She gasped as her eyes darted across the title over and over again. It said: Local Girl, Liana Hark Dies at the Age of Eighteen; Brutally Sliced to Death. Under these words was a brief story which Jenny couldn't help but read. "Liana Hark, was a girl with so many goals for her future. She was well on her way to Harvard school after graduating as valedictorian of her grade. She had a 99.5 G.P.A. The night of her death was a bizarre one to say the least. Local citizen and Obstetrician Doctor John Johanson, was there on the night of her death. He had this to say: 'Liana was such a nice, young girl who was full of life. The night that she died was a tragic one indeed. All I can say is she had a burden weighing her down that night and now she… she's dead.'" Jenny stopped a second to take in John's words.
She looked up to her father's face, horror stricken across hers. "How; how did she die Dad?" she asked him. John shook his head and asked her to read on, which she did. "Liana was found at ten fifty p.m. July 4th 1992. She was brutally attacked by what local police has called a 'massacre beyond compare.' Her torso and face was savagely ripped open by a jagged object. The coroner disclosed that knives were not used to cut her, but some type of sharp object that was not made of metal. Doctor John was questioned on the murder but even the police believed his cock and bull story. 'She was attacked by a werewolf, I swear to God. He looked at me and handed me this baby which Liana had just birthed before her death. I haven't seen him since he ran away.' That was all John could be questioned for."
"The police didn't want to believe him but most of them agree that an enormous hairy wolf-like man sprinted out of the house, slashing at all of them. The question rises, Do werewolves exist? What is this world coming too? Is it the end of human kind as we know it? These questions still go unanswered to this day but what I will say is this. Phillip Warburton had been found face down in a pool of his own blood, completely naked with bits of Liana's flesh in his hands. His mouth had strands of her hair, stuck between his teeth and his back was loaded with multiple bullet holes. When the coroner examined his body, he discovered silver like objects that he extracted during the search. Evidence points out that Phil was the werewolf and the murderer of Liana. This has been Jill Holt of New York Times, writing off."
Jenny continued to stare at the paper, feeling her hands shake hard. Her eyes stung with anger and tears, which fell onto the newspaper. "You; you're not my actual dad?" she asked him. John sighed, rubbing his eyes before answering. "N-no, I am your adopted father. Your real father is Phillip Warburton, after he killed your mother he handed you to me and asked me to take care of you. The reason you are feeling these changes and seeing them, is because you are a werewolf Jenny." He stopped and let silence take over for almost twenty minutes. Jenny dropped the paper, and rubbed her temples, as fire rose up inside her brain.
She felt an intense burst of anger beginning to take over her, not at her adopted father, but towards her real one. "S-so… he's the reason I don't have a mom?" she asked. "Yes." John replied. "This isn't fair dad; it's just n-not fair!" she stood up, clenching her fists tightly, trying to hold back the shaking that took over her. "Honey, you need to calm down a second and listen to me. Your father was a good man, he didn't mean to do what he did…" "SCREW MY DAD! THAT WORTHLESS SCUM KILLED MY MOM! SHE NEVER EVEN HAD A CHANCE TO LIVE AND I NEVER GOT A CHANCE TO HAVE A MOTHER!" She screamed so loud, feeling all of this loathing erupt out of her.
If she could light fires with her stare, she would. Jenny's eyes burned even more than before, and her entire being grew hot. Sweat poured from her face, and ran down her body. She began to feel pain in her mouth, and all over; deep down in her bones. "W-what's happening to me?" she asked. Her left arm snapped, making her look over, and watch as IT started to grow with muscle. She looked shocked, grabbing onto it with her right hand. She tried to fight the growing mass but it just continued to bubble and increase in size. "It… it's not the full moon is; is it?" Jenny asked, with a worried face.
"No it's not Jen; this happened to your father as well. I looked it up one day when I was researching this whole lycanthropy disease, which at the time I tried to prove unreal. It says that being a werewolf doesn't always mean the transformation happens under a full moon. If you don't have control over the beast inside you, then anger can normally trigger a slight change." John replied. "SLIGHT?!" Jenny screamed back, while her arm started to tear through her arm sleeve. "What you have to do is just take a few deep breaths, calm down and focus on good thoughts." Jenny couldn't think of anything good at the moment. She just realized that her father wasn't really her father and that her real one killed her mother. This alone was enough to tick anyone off, which made it incredibly difficult for her to block it out. She groaned, falling to her left as the arm weighed her down to the ground.
John walked over to her, and squatted in front of her face, placing his hands on her shoulders. He could feel her muscles moving around and bones beginning to reshape themselves. "Jen, look into my eyes." He told her. "Okay, but why?" Jenny replied. She peered deeply into John's eyes, trying to focus on the light brown irises. He smiled at her, and breathed in big and out big, then motioned for her to copy him. She took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds then exhaled slowly. Her heart rate slowed down, and mind cleared rapidly. Then suddenly her arm shook and shrank back down to its original size, until it was thin like before. "How; how'd you know that Dad?" Jenny asked, gazing at her torn sleeve.
"I read that as well. Breathing slowly helps calm the mind down and bring it back to peace." Jenny nodded, and stood back up, looking outside. It was becoming night, which John must have noticed as well. Before they exited, he grabbed Jenny's shoulders once again and pulled her into a tight hug. She wrapped her arms around his back, and smiled, even though tears ran out of her eyes. Her body shook from the hard sobs that escaped her. John rubbed her back, and talked into her ear. "You're a very bright and talented young girl. Your mom was one as well and she would have been so proud of you, believe me. I also need you to believe me when I say this… Your real father did not mean to do that to your mother, it was something else that made him do it."
"I hope so Dad..." Jenny trailed off for a few seconds. Then continued, "I should probably get to bed, tomorrow is my birthday after all!" "That's right; you're going to be sixteen already! My God has the time just flown by. Well go get some sleep honey; I'll get your party set up while you're away. Good night Jen!" John replied. "Night Dad, I love you." She told him. "Love you too honey, sweet dreams." She nodded back at him and went back up into the pantry, with her mind buzzing so hard with thoughts. She walked out to the living room, and stopped half way across. A cold breeze blew right by her right arm, but it wasn't windy outside nor was a window open. She crossed them, sliding her hands up and down her skin.
Aww man, I was liking my new body, damn it! Jenny cursed, pouting all the while. Jenny was half way up the stairs when she felt a cool breeze brush her right arm, making her breathing shaky. "What is that?" she asked, turning around and staring at the door. She could have sworn something was moving by her. She ignored the feeling, turned back around and got to the top of the stairs, then entered her room. When she got undressed and slid on her bright blue pajamas, she jumped into bed and waited for sleep to take over.
Her light was already off so all she had to do was close her eyes and let her brain slip into dream land. When her eyes closed, she breathed slowly to lower her heart rate and put her out. A smile was on her face because of her birthday coming up, but in her heart and soul a cry of pain could be heard. She rolled onto her side, clenching onto her blanket hard, which made her knuckles white. Her teeth grew a bit and shrank, and then she dozed off.