Werewolf Girl

That night, Merribelle still lay unconscious in the bed in the nerse's office. Her face was stone-white, and not even the large bang that the nerse made as she tripped over a chair on the first floor trying to reach a patient could bring her back to conciseness.

But their was definitely something different about her condition now, because if you looked closely at her eyes, you would notice that they were welling up with tears, that then dripped down her cheeks, but no one wiped them.

Then a blast of night air wrenched its way through the open window at at the head of the bed, whipping the curtains open in a flurry of light blue cloth.

Instantly a moonbeam burst through as well, shining in from a large full moon outside.

As the moonbeam crept its way along the floor, and reached the bed where Merribelle lay; and, as if gently touching her face with its warm glow, a tiny slit of an irish appeared in her blank white eyes. It grew wider and wider until it had become a thin oval shape, but one half was a bright shiny red.

Of course, this was not her normal eye color, but I might as well say, that the rest of her body wasn't staying normal either; infact, long black fur was growing all over her at an incredible speed covering her in a thick, black fur coat like a black bear.

Then her feet became paws, which grew long strong claws, and her hands became paws as well, also with claws, joining her fingers.

And her freckled face with its red slitted eyes, grew a long black snout like a dog, and strong, long sharp teeth that glisned red from the light in her eyes.

She raced out of the hospital door, and out into the moonlight, much to the surprise of the nerse, who had just been about to open her door to check on her.

The nerse screamed, and fell backwards onto the floor in a faint, her eyes wide in alarm.

Merribelle the werewolf took no notice of her, as she raised her snout to the moon, and howled intimidatingly upwards.

This sound echoed all the way to Dark Forest, where a 16 year old boy wearing a frade shirt and jeans that had both lost there color, and we're now brownish grey, stood rooted to his spot, listening intently. He had dark brown hair on the longer side, and large brown eyes, and he was not afraid of Merribelle's howells, more interested than afraid.

he turn to a boy with short green hair and bangs, green eyes, and large green wolf ears on the top of his head which were swiveled towards the noise. He must have been 11 or 12.

"Nicolu," the 16 year old boy announced. " We've got another werewolf to save."

Nicolu nodded respectfully, then took a step backwards, and continue to listening intently.

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Meanwhile, Merribelle the werewolf was bloodthirsty; she yearned for the sweet, thick, juicy, salty taste of blood.

And she had found a victim. A little chubby 3-year-old girl with black hair in a bob cut. She had cornered the girl, her jaws dripping with saliva, yearning for blood, and groweling savagely as she prowled closer and closer to her terrified victim, who was screaming her head off.

"HELP!!!" She screamed, but no one heard her. Or maybe someone did, but they were hiding in the bushes, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Merribelle's saliva dribbled still faster down her chin as she got ready for her delicious feast of blood.

But only for a moment, did she pause, as she heard the child's screams grow louder still, but her thirst for blood was too strong, and she narrowed her bright red eyes as she advanced, breaking into a run as the child screamed in terror still louder.

But just then the nearby bushes shook, and a second werewolf appeared, larger and more savage looking then herself, advanced towards her, knocking her off her course with one huge paw, brandishing a set of large, sharp claws. It growled savagely at her , then knocked her to the ground, her vision blurred, and everything became black once more.