Tear your heart out ~WC~

Yus, this is for the writing competition made by Rani, hope you enjoy, even though it's probably long, boring and stupid .-.

Tear your heart out

The newlywed couple lay tangled in sheets and each other, both slumbering peacefully after their first encounter after the small wedding. The groom stirred and gazed at his bride, a mixture of love and lust in his eyes as he untangled himself from her arms and legs, throwing on his loose cotton shirt and heading out into the cold midnight air to fetch water.

If he had stayed with her, the figure wouldn't have crept into the house, into the room. It wouldn't have gone under the bed, waiting patiently for a chance at the both of them. It watched for this footsteps padding back into the room.

As the groom walked back into the room he noticed nothing unusual, didn't sense anything different. He placed the bucket from the well near the bed, out of the way if either the groom or his bride were to walk around during the night.

Slowly the creature eased itself out from under the bed, long, thin limbs covered in pale grey skin made the beast seem out of shape and grotesque. Long jagged nails dragged against the thin sheets of the bed, on the brides side. A large mouth, twisted into a sneer, dripped with saliva in pure anticipation of what it was about to do. Eyes as black as night flicked from the two bodies, one drifting and one sound asleep.

The bride started to stir, opening her eyes to see nothing but dark, as her eyes hadn't focused yet. She muttered something to her partner, who wrapped a protective arm around her. The creature was undecided as to what it was going to do. He looked back and forth between the two bodies, finally deciding on the fate of the newlyweds.

The bride-we shall call her Ally-mumbled something unintelligible to her new husband, whom we shall call Winston. The beast froze, only relaxing when he knew she was still asleep. Slowly the beast reached out and stroked Ally's cheek with a long, dirty, cracked claw. Ally stirred again, looking around blindly for the person with the weird finger that had stroked her cheek.

As Ally opened her eyes she saw the beast, drooling thick ropes of red drool. She screamed a shrill, piercing scream, waking Winston as she backed up to his side of the bed. The creature grinned an evil, gruesome grin, kneeling on the bed and reaching out, stroking her bed-raggled black locks. She whimpered and curled up and against Winston, whom was reaching for a fire poker. As his hand circled around the handle, he swung, narrowly missing the creatures head. It shrieked a blood freezing shriek and plunged its hand into Ally's chest, grinning as her face twisted into an expression of extreme pain.

Slowly, as to torture poor Ally, it pulled her heart out. Winston paled and started for the door, only to find it locked shut from the outside. The beast studied her heart, then raised it to his terrible jaws. Winston watched, unable to pull his gaze away as the creature wolfed down Ally's faintly beating heart.

"Oh Lord, if you do exist, save me!" Winston muttered under his breath, his eyes closed, not letting him notice that the creature was coming towards him.

"Don't struggle, it makes it harder for me." Winston opened his eyes to see the creatures face right above his, his mouth opened in surprise, only then did the creature allow the blood from Ally's heart to drizzle into the open mouth of Winston.

Winston swallowed in surprise, regretting it immediately. He watched as the air around the creature twisted and warped, stopping only when it had finished changing. In its place was a pale red headed girl, barely over sixteen years. Her face was freckled and she wore only a tattered night dress.

"Hello Winston, welcome to the life of a werewolf." She cooed, just as Winston's world turned black. He thudded to the floor.

 

~Winston's POV~

I woke suddenly, jerking my body up into a sitting position, my chest rising and falling rapidly. I looked to where Ally was sleeping, facing away from me, causing me to smile in relief. It was a dream, thank the Lord. I reached out and touched her hair, pushing it off her shoulder and freezing. Jerking my hand back I gasped as tears threatened to spill over my eyelids.

Ice cold, her body was ice cold. I got up and scrambled out of bed, gasping for air as I realized what was happening, what had happened.

"Oh, you're up, finally!" a chilling voice behind me tore me out of my panic. I turned, there she was, the murderer of my love. I snarled, alarmed at the sound bubbling from my throat.

"You! You killed her!" I shouted, grabbing the fire poker from the floor.

"Yes, such a shame too, she was with child... I could have turned them both and added two new werewolves to the world." She inspected her nails in a bored manner.

"W-with child? You killed my wife and my child?!" I dropped to my knees, poker falling next to me. A strangled sob erupting from my throat.

"Yes yes, enough of that now, I need to tell you what's what in the world of our kind," she smirked as she walked towards me "first, in ten years, on this day it will be your twenty fifth birthday. See, we age differently to humans, one year to us is ten years to them."

"Second, on this 'birthday' you'll have a week to change someone, preferably a female, and recite these rules to her. Third, never stay in the same place for any longer than a few hours after you've turned or murdered someone." She gives me a scowl.

"Fourth, you must spend a few years with the person you've turned, just to make sure they don't die. You also have to kill animals to eat their hearts, that's what we live off once a week, we're fine to eat anything else though. As long as hearts are in our diet." She laughs at my shocked expression. "I'm not going to enjoy staying with you.."

Just as she said that I passed out again, hoping this was a terrible dream, that I'd wake up from in the morning and be with my Ally.

I wasn't so lucky.

 

I've been super busy with school and stuff, so updates may be spaced out a bit .-.

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"You know, doing this would be a lot easier if you didn't keep fainting like a little girl.."

The words made me snort in a hurt way as I came back out of the blackness, this time in the woods near the house I had been peacefully sleeping in a few hours before.

"This would have been easier for you if you had chosen a different couple to destroy." I half snarled, my voice sounding colder and deeper than it was before.

"True, true... But, in other news, you need to hunt and catch your first deer, small things to start with Winnie. Also, before you start asking, or in case you're wondering, I'm Mellira." I looked up to see her sitting in a tree, dangling and swinging her legs like a child.

"Well Mellira, I wasn't even going to ask." I grumbled as I stood shakily, walking over to the river and kneeling to splash water on my face.

"Anyway, you didn't let me finish the rules before you passed out, which means you'll be making your first change in a few hours..." Mellira watched me with large pale yellow eyes, too big for her young, thin face.

"I don't want to know, just tell me what can kill me and direct me to the source of whatever that is." I shook my head, spraying water droplets everywhere.

"Silver bullets, three through your heart, one through your skull. Nothing more, nothing less. Silver does burn us something awful though.." She sighed, rubbing her leg in an almost hurt way.

"But... Silvers rare around here.. And no one in the village owns a gun.." I muse, looking around the clearing.

"Exactly! But, I'm not letting you die, our numbers are pretty sparse nowadays.. So many people know how to hurt us.. I watched my own 'father' get badly burnt and killed.." She frowned, jumping off the branch and stepping towards me.

I looked her up and down, examining her every flaw and perfection. Her legs were dotted with nasty burn scars, larger than my own palm. Her nightdress from last night replaced with one of Ally's dresses, only torn up a little.

Her arms criss-crossed with inflamed slashes and ugly burn scars. I winced at how those might have been delivered to her.

"Only a few of those are from silver.. The night I was changed my so called family set fire to my tent and accused me of being a witch... The Werewolf that changed me dragged me out and replaced my body with that of a lamb and changed me before I died. Hurt like a hundred lashes of a whip would, but eventually the 'magic of being a Werewolf' healed me up a lot, I mean, those marks used to be everywhere.." Mellira wadded into the deeper part of the river, sighing in relief, as if the water was healing her again.

Suddenly, a skull-splitting pain shot through my entire body, bringing me crashing down into the shallows.

"Okay, this will hurt a bit Winston, but trust me, it'll be nothing compared to what you'll feel with silver." Mellira gracefully swam to my side as I clutched my head in agonizing pain.

That's when I felt something inside me snap.