Eshaythewolf Just trying to help. :)
Heres the prologue to my first fantasy story- Bloodline.
“You can’t keep doing this!” my mother cried. “she’s our daughter, we can’t keep her locked in the house!”
“She’s a freak, a monster! she’s lucky she even has a home!” my father growled.
“Thats our daughter you’re talking about!” she screamed protectivly.
“She’s a werewolf, a monster!”
I cried silently in my room, my dad hated what i was. I had been given this curse by his families blood anyway, although lucky for him it skipped his generation. I was’nt like a storybook werewolf, not human by day werewolf by night. I had to suffer as a werewolf all the time, forced to hide from others.
My dad slowly opened my door and crept in, “Hi moonlight, do you need anything hunni?”
He always acted nice around me, he was afraid of me. But who would’nt be, a black mythical monster with incandescent silver eyes.
“Don’t you dare act nice to me!” I growled “you were just calling me a monster, and now you act nice?” I stood up and approached him.
He fell over, avoiding getting close to me, he could’nt even speak.
“n-now moonlight, hunni, don’t d-do anything you would re-regret!”
I narrowed my eyes into a dark glare, “I would’nt regret it…” I snarled walking towards him threateningly, leaving him squirming on the floor helpless. Then stepped over him, I would’nt prove him right. I am not a monster.
“I’m leaving!” I shouted back to him.
“You can’t!” my mother creid from downstairs.
“Yea” growled my dad, knowing I would’nt hurt him. “because freaks like you end up in circuses or on a lab table because THAT’S where you belong.”
Clenching my fists i went back to my room, tears cascading down my fur. I began packing my bag , my mum begging me to stay the entire time. I only owned a few things so it did’nt take long.
“please, don’t leave.” my mum cried.
“I’m sorry, I have to. I can’t handle this anymore.” I sighed.
My dad then stumbled to my doorway a bottle of beer in his hands, “Don’t forget to take some raw meat.” my dad snickered “Thats what you monsters eat is’nt it?”
I eat what humans eat, and he knew it. Pushing past him I looked into his hatred filled eyes. “I am NOT a monster, YOU are…”
Once I left the house I had to stay in the shadows. My dad was right about one thing, where i’d end up if I was seen. After a few hours walk I finally reached the slums of the city, I wandered around the alleyways looking for a place to sleep.
It took hours before I found a suitable warehouse on the edge of the city, but once I did I huddled in a cold, dusty corner. Awaiting the next night.
