SO, I was running through this dense forest, right? Like, seriously dense. Trees everywhere, shadows looming, and the sound of my feet crunching on the leaves was echoing all around me. My heart was pounding like crazy, and I was scared out of my mind. The cold night air stung my cheeks, but I just kept on running, desperate to escape the werewolf pack on my tail. I was only 13, a lone kid, a total vagabond, and my life was on the line.
A whole week went by with me running and hiding, but then, on the seventh night, bam! Full moon, and let me tell you, that's when things got wild. My body was like, "Nope, we're doing this werewolf thing now," and I just about lost my mind with the pain. I'm talking bones snapping, popping, skin stretching, and fur sprouting. The sounds were straight out of a horror film, you know? Like, imagine the worst bone-cracking, flesh-tearing sounds you can think of, and then multiply it by a thousand.
In my rabid state I caught a whiff of something totally awesome – the smell of a nearby village. I mean, I was starving, so of course, I followed my nose. Lurking in the shadows like some kind of creepy monster, I watched the villagers going about their daily lives, completely oblivious to the danger lurking nearby.
I can smell the village—cooking meat, fresh bread, the works. It's like a freakin' buffet, and I'm starving. But then, I see her—this little girl, playing near the edge of the village, completely oblivious to the danger. Something inside me just snapped, you know? Like, my inner wolf just took over, and before I could even think, I pounced.
She screamed, and man, that sound still haunts me. It was like the whole world stopped, and all I could hear was her terror. And then, there was this awful tearing sound as my claws ripped into her skin.
When I woke up the next morning, I was naked, shivering, and just drenched in sweat. My neck was killing me—like, a legit burning sensation. I touched it, and there was this weird symbol, all carved into my skin. But before I could figure out what the heck was going on, they showed up. The witches, with their crazy eyes, all fury, and sadness mixed into one.
They dragged me back to their coven, and the place reeked of extinguished candles and some seriously potent herbs. The witches told me what I'd done, their voices all shaky with grief. Turns out, the little girl was one of their own, and they were beyond devastated. I was bawling my eyes out, begging for forgiveness, trying to explain that I didn't mean to do it, but they just wouldn't listen.
So, the witches are all around me, and they force this super gross, bitter drink down my throat. I mean, it tasted like blood and herbs and just nasty stuff, you know?
Their faces were all serious and cold, like they'd made up their minds about me. I could feel their hands on my shoulders, and it was like, crazy hot in that room. I was so scared, and I kept yelling, "Please, it wasn't intentional!" But they just wouldn't listen.
And then, bam! They snapped my neck, just like that. It was so sudden, and the last thing I remember was this intense pain, and then… nothing. Everything went dark, and that was the end for me—a poor, cursed kid, punished for something he couldn't even control. Just a total tragedy, man.
Next thing I know, I'm waking up on this freezing cold, hard ground, completely naked. I gasped, my eyes flying open, and I'm like, "Oh no, what now?" But to my surprise, I was alive! Those witches didn't off me after all. I felt this massive wave of relief, and I let out this shaky breath.
The place smelled like damp earth and those extinguished candles from before. One of the witches came up to me, and she was all sad-like when she said, "We're letting you go, but don't think we've forgotten what you did."
I was so grateful, and I managed to croak out a "Thank you," even though my throat was dry and scratchy. "I'm so sorry for everything," I added because, man, I really was.
So, I'm getting up, and my whole body is just aching and weak, like I'd been hit by a truck or something. As I'm leaving the witches' lair, my heart is pounding in my chest, and I'm thinking, "What if they turned me into a vampire or some other freaky creature?" I mean, I was seriously freaking out.
I got to the entrance, and sunlight was streaming through the trees. I stuck my hand out, all shaky and scared, but nothing happened. I just burst out laughing, man. I was still human! It was such a relief. I went back to my little cot, thinking everything would be okay now. But oh, I couldn't have been more wrong.
The full moon came out, and that's when things got hairy again—literally. The transformation hit me like a ton of bricks, and I screamed as my body twisted and changed. My bones were cracking and popping, but this time, I was kinda ready. I had set up chains in a cave in the woods, hoping they'd keep the werewolf me in check.
The transformation just kept going and going, and it was seriously the worst pain I'd ever felt. My skin was burning, and it was like every single part of me was screaming in agony. I was bawling my eyes out, thinking, "Why me? What did I do to deserve this curse?"
Time seemed to slow down, and every moment felt like forever. The pain just wouldn't stop, man. It was this endless cycle of my body going all wolf-like, then back to human, and then wolf again. I was losing it, seriously on the edge of going totally nuts. And even when the moon wasn't full anymore, my body was like, "Nope, we're staying a werewolf for now."
It was a whole month before I finally turned back into a human, and by that point, I was a complete wreck. I managed to get myself unchained, but my muscles were screaming at me the whole time. I was so hungry, and I knew I had to find something to eat.
So, I stumbled toward the nearest village, and the smell of food hit me like a ton of bricks—bread baking, meat cooking, the works. As I got closer, I saw these kids playing and having a blast. They were laughing and shouting, and it was like a totally different world from the pain and loneliness I'd been dealing with. For a second, I just wanted to be a part of that, you know? Like, to be a normal kid again.
So, I got my hands on some bread, and it was all warm and crusty—just what I needed. But then, out of nowhere, this crazy thing happened. One of the kids threw a rock and hit another kid, and the poor thing started crying.
The smell of blood just kinda exploded in the air. I mean, it should've grossed me out, but it was actually kinda... sweet? Like, it was this weird, enticing smell that just pulled me in. My heart started pounding, and all I could think about was that blood.
I tried to act normal, you know? I went over to the hurt kid, trying to make them feel better. But even as I was talking, I couldn't stop staring at the blood. And then, without even thinking, I reached out and swiped a bit of blood off their forehead with my finger.
So, I actually tasted it, right? The blood, I mean. And holy moly, it was like an explosion of this sweet, coppery flavour on my tongue. It woke up this intense hunger inside me, way beyond just wanting some bread.
All the kids were staring at me like I was some kind of freak, and that's when it hit me—my life was never gonna be the same. I wasn't just a cursed kid anymore; I was a full-on monster with a taste for blood.
But then the girl's voice cut through my thoughts, all disgusted-like, and she was all, "What are you doing?" The other kids joined in, yelling "Gross!" and running away, screaming for their moms.
To me, though, that blood was like a whole new world. The taste was richer and sweeter than anything I'd ever had before. It was like I couldn't get enough of it, even though I had no clue why. I mean, I was a werewolf, not a vampire, so why was I suddenly all about the blood? It was super confusing, and I was struggling to figure it all out.
And that's when it clicked—the witches had to be behind this whole blood-craving thing. They must've done something to me when they brought me back from the dead. So, I booked it back to their coven, desperate for answers.
The place still smelled like herbs and candles, and the witches were giving me these serious, no-nonsense looks. They finally spilled the beans—turns out, they'd cursed me and turned me into some kind of vampire-werewolf hybrid. They had made me drink the calcified blood of a super old vampire, and that's what did it.
"Every full moon, you're gonna be stuck in your wolf form," they said, and I could've sworn they sounded kinda pleased with themselves. "You'll be in crazy pain the whole time, and you won't turn back into a human until the next full moon."
Their words were like a punch to the gut, man. I'd escaped the werewolves, only to end up as some kind of lab rat for these twisted witches.
I couldn't stop thinking about what they'd said. So that's why I was trapped in my wolf form, going through all that pain—it was all because of that crime I didn't even mean to commit. And now, I had this insane craving for blood, and it was all starting to make sense.
"Please," I said, practically begging them. "You've gotta have some mercy. Can't you just undo the vampiric curse? Please!"
They started laughing, and it was like, the creepiest thing ever. Their eyes were all full of hatred as they said, "Nah, kid. The curse is your punishment, and you're stuck with it." But then they threw me a bone—a tiny, tiny bone.
"There is a way to break it, though," they said, and my ears perked up. "You gotta find a first blood vampire and get them to turn you into one of them."
My face went white as a ghost. First blood vampires were like, super rare, man. It'd be like trying to find a single star in a giant, dark sky. And even if I did find one, how was I supposed to convince them to turn me?
"That's impossible," I managed to say, my voice all shaky. "Please, isn't there any other way?"
They just kept on laughing, like it was the funniest thing they'd ever heard. It was all kinds of messed up. "Nope, there's no other way, kid," they said. "You got turned by that ancient vampire blood, and the only way out is to get a first blood vampire to turn you for real."
I left their lair feeling like I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. I was stuck between being a werewolf and a vampire, cursed and totally alone. Finding a first blood vampire seemed about as likely as grabbing the moon out of the sky. But with this crazy hunger for blood eating away at me, I knew I had to at least try—for my own sake, and to maybe, just maybe, break the curse.
Time went by in a blur. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. Every full moon was the same old story—agony, transformation, and more agony. And the whole time, I had this insane craving for blood, reminding me of the witches and their twisted curse.
Man, I'd been searching for a first blood vampire for, like, forever. I was all over the place—dark forests, old ruins, cities that time forgot—just looking for any chance to break this curse. The whole world changed while I was on this crazy journey, and with every year that went by, the pain just got worse and worse.
But no matter how bad it got, I never gave up. There was always this tiny bit of hope inside me, telling me that maybe, just maybe, I'd find a way out of this mess.
And then, one night, it finally happened. I found you, a first blood vampire, just like in all the old stories. We locked eyes across that busy road, and I knew right then and there—this was it. The smell of your power was like, whoa, and for the first time in centuries, I felt a spark of hope.