Post by Quinn on Aug 3, 2007 12:31:09 GMT -5
I love being a werewolf. A lot of my fellow pack members talk about how the night they were bitten was the worst night of their lives, and some of them were so traumatized that they don't remember what happened or anything of their lives before they were bitten. Some of them even have to make up names, because they can't even remember their names.
But for me, the night I was turned was the best night of my life. I remember everything, from the moment I saw the wolf coming towards me, to the feel of his teeth sinking into my skin. I welcomed it. I even remember my first transformation. For the first time in my rotten life, I felt free. Able to be completely wild, like an animal. And what are human beings but animals, anyway? I took to hunting like a pro. The first night, I took down a huge stag.
I tried to return to my family, but they cast me out when they found out what I was. They couldn't deal with the scandal. Not that I didn't create enough of a scandal before I was bitten...
Yeah. I was a muggle. I grew up in a dull, sleepy little muggle town, surrounded by dull, boring muggles. They would get excited about the dumbest things, like plants or kitchenware. Whatever. I had a mother who was a teacher, and my father was a minister. Boring. My older sister became a doctor, and my older brother was a lawyer. More boring. I didn't fit in there. I always wanted something better. So I would get into trouble.
Being the little one probably didn't help, I guess. But by the time I was 12, I was already the problem child. My mom wanted to send me to some boarding school for wayward girls or something. I was planning to run away, because I knew I couldn't deal with one of those schools. Well, I got lucky, because then I was bitten. And my parents didn't want me, so I joined with the pack. I've never regretted it for a second.
Even in the pack, I'm a little different. Gretchen's always yelling at me for something. Buck always did, too. But I do have friends. There's Dawn, who kind of reminds me of the little sister I never had. I always want to protect her. And then there's Korbel. He's my best friend. I feel like I can tell him anything and he'd understand.
But lately, I've been starting to have strange feelings about him. Sort of a possessiveness. And an attraction that I can't seem to control. It's weird, he's like my brother. But lately, I feel like he might be something else to me.
I'm not really one to go all mushy and fall in love and all that. But why do I feel differently about Korbel than about some random guy I meet in a bar and sleep with?
But for me, the night I was turned was the best night of my life. I remember everything, from the moment I saw the wolf coming towards me, to the feel of his teeth sinking into my skin. I welcomed it. I even remember my first transformation. For the first time in my rotten life, I felt free. Able to be completely wild, like an animal. And what are human beings but animals, anyway? I took to hunting like a pro. The first night, I took down a huge stag.
I tried to return to my family, but they cast me out when they found out what I was. They couldn't deal with the scandal. Not that I didn't create enough of a scandal before I was bitten...
Yeah. I was a muggle. I grew up in a dull, sleepy little muggle town, surrounded by dull, boring muggles. They would get excited about the dumbest things, like plants or kitchenware. Whatever. I had a mother who was a teacher, and my father was a minister. Boring. My older sister became a doctor, and my older brother was a lawyer. More boring. I didn't fit in there. I always wanted something better. So I would get into trouble.
Being the little one probably didn't help, I guess. But by the time I was 12, I was already the problem child. My mom wanted to send me to some boarding school for wayward girls or something. I was planning to run away, because I knew I couldn't deal with one of those schools. Well, I got lucky, because then I was bitten. And my parents didn't want me, so I joined with the pack. I've never regretted it for a second.
Even in the pack, I'm a little different. Gretchen's always yelling at me for something. Buck always did, too. But I do have friends. There's Dawn, who kind of reminds me of the little sister I never had. I always want to protect her. And then there's Korbel. He's my best friend. I feel like I can tell him anything and he'd understand.
But lately, I've been starting to have strange feelings about him. Sort of a possessiveness. And an attraction that I can't seem to control. It's weird, he's like my brother. But lately, I feel like he might be something else to me.
I'm not really one to go all mushy and fall in love and all that. But why do I feel differently about Korbel than about some random guy I meet in a bar and sleep with?
