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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2019 19:49:28 GMT -7
The night felt like a hazy dream for Flora Adamson. Filled with confusion and uncertainty that filled within her stomach, to twist and churn upon the thing that clung like a parasite. A wolf’s bite was a blissful thing to some in novels. To provide them with strength and power of their own, even if they became slaves under the full moon. But for the Adamson, it seemed to dwell upon her that maybe novels created too many fantasies. Flora always remembered her mother’s wishes when she first began to work in the Australian ministry: one being, to consider her department and the second; to never walk home alone. Refusing to change her mind around the first, it was easy to pin on the fact that the brunette herself was never really the friendliest person. She kept to herself and done her job well, where was the need for conversation? This night above all of the others was different though, as if it had been planned thoroughly — to wait until the full moon to make such a sudden attack.
The month itself was October, the air just a tad colder and her surroundings filled with falling leaves and a heavier breeze. The moon hung perfectly in the sky, its rays of moonlight making up for the dim-lights of the streets, even as thick clouds passed by. Flora turned a corner, her home now officially in sight when it happened. First, all that was heard was her own feet pressing against the ground with every step she made and eventually another pair mimicked her own. She thought nothing less of it all — a potential stranger passing by — until the growls were present too. Brown eyes curiously peered over her shoulder, but even the shock had no time to settle in before she made the run for her life. The wind blew aggressively against her face, her breaths having no intention to catch up with the speed of her feet, but it seemed to be no match for the Beast, a mere game if you call it. It wasn’t before long until she realised she wouldn’t make it, especially after the bite that was introduced to her flesh, drops of blood leaving from where the holes had appeared.
The first bite was to her left wrist, not too close but not too far from the vein. The screams that left the Adamson’s mouth were loud enough for any brave person to hear, but with the small town she lived in, only her mother fell into that category. There, upon the wet concrete where Flora had fallen — the venom burned its way into her body, causing the young Ministry girl to writhe in pain. The beast seemed to enjoy this, peering over her as she suffered and eventually dug its claws into her ankle, to jolt another agonising scream. And soon, that’s when things began to turn black. In and out of consciousness was how the Adamson spent the rest of her night, from the moment she was bit, to how her mother managed to save her and even when Zana took care of her. A painful fever took control of her body during her care, as the pain of the bite travelled through her body, but in some moments Flora couldn’t feel it due to her unconsciousness. But even surviving the night was a miracle. She remembered — the soft mutters of ”Where am I…” and ”What happened?” being the only words she could truthfully recall.
And by morning, both herself and her mother knew, things would be different for them both. Something only the full moon could prove them wrong. But it never did. By the next full moon, she was just like them. A slave under the full moon.
