Meet Me At Full Moon

. CHAPTER ONE It all felt slimy when I regained consciousness.I had blacked out again.My lips went pale and my eyes burned that I felt tears welling up at the corners of them.I tried to move but it looked like I have been thrown into a puddle of slime.I was laying in a pool of cuddled blood.There was no sign of life in the hall apart from my heavy breathing.My lungs were like they are about to explode. "Father Francis".I thought loudly.The thought of his name sent shivers down my spine.I woke up to see our room in a total mess of blood.I was putting on a white rag that looks like it was dipped in a bucket of blood.But that was the opposite of what I wore to bed last night. Sister Dominica had placed a pile of white pyjamas on our bunks that evening. Our room,which looked more like a big hall ran from one part of the building to the other.We had our beds lined up carefully on both sides of the hall by Father Francis himself.Most nights,he tells us tales that puts alot of us to sleep but not me..My nightmares always come creeping back to me from under the sheets. Sometimes,they come like a pair of hands made from my pillow trying to choke life out of me. Other times,it throws me into the wild being chased by the dark.A form of darkness that I cannot fathom.It had always been a great life and death struggle for me on these nights. Once Damian had asked me if I believe in Packs.He was not trying to be specific about it. "What do you mean by packs?"I queried looking away.I have always being a loner as most of them thought.I only talk to the boys on rare occasions.Very rare occasions. "Oh nevermind.I was a little bit bothered with what I saw but.."He was cut short by Father Francis who joined us in the garden. "Dinner time".He said and led us to the refectory. Later that evening,as I was passing through the hallway for the bathroom,I heard the priest talking in a low tone with Damian.The door to his office was ajar. "Maybe I was not really sure of what I saw Father but he's veins went blue and a part of his back turned to a dark fur.The moon was penetrating like a sliver line into the room through the window. His thick dark fur glistened to it. I couldn't sleep and also too afriad to look.I recited the Lord's prayer hoping he wouldn't go on a rampage.He was in so much pain as his bones cracked but he tried as much as possible to keep it low.The next day,we played chase.He didn't play with us. He never did.While trying to hide,I bumped into him and he jammed his arm to the tree.He was bruised.I was sure I saw it Father.I saw the blood but right infront of me,his wound healed."That was Damian with fear in his voice that it was almost shaking. I tried to make myself believe that I don't know what he was talking about but I couldn't shake off the thought.Infront of me was the lifeless body of Nathaniel staring at me with his eyes wide open and his neck pierced so hard with a bite.The canine sank too deep into his thorax.It was clear that he died due to lack of oxygen and also bled to death.I have never seen a wolf bite in real life but after reminiscing on what Damian told the priest,I knew what already happened. Nathaniel held his neck with both hands full of blood.We often called him the Ginger Kid because of his red hair.On the far end of the room was another body.He had his back on me.That bulky size.I recognized him already without seeing his face.The fear in me brewed that it passed the danger level.My feet went numb.I was able to gather enough strength and crawled to the motionless body.I held his arm and turned him around only to see Damian looking at me straight in the eye.He abdomen was ripped open exposing a bloody empty tummy.His intestines had been cut apart from his body dumped in a heap few yards from him. The gully sight made me feel dizzy.The whole room was spinning around me.Everything was a blur to me as I lost balance and fell on the cold marble floor totally blacking out again. My name is Marcus Karl or whoever they say it is that I am.I had always known Father Francis as my father figure since I was two.Today,am twelve. Few times,I have asked about my parents.They are dead.Thats not how Father Francis used to put it but they are dead.There's basically no need to be twisting stories to make me feel better.The whole point,the one important thing I always pick from his stories is that my parents are dead.He often tells me these stories with guilt written all over his face.I knew there was some mystery behind my parents but I was less bothered.As the priest will say,my senses are acute, incredibly strong for my size and age.He had always called me the SPECIAL ONE.I have always learnt to be independent.To survive.Two times,I left the orphanage to join a family.They all thought am adorable until they saw it.The priest always claimed it was a gift but they,the people I meet while climbing the ladder thought I am a beast. A ruthless animal some will say.I grew up learning to live with my fears.I have been called alot worse things.The first family I went to was very kind to me.I was their precious emerald until I got admitted to the school in our neighborhood.I started getting into fights in school.Beating up the bullies.I couldn't tolerate them. Sometimes they come in five's or half a dozen.But I always take on them singlehandedly.People were amazed not on how I kick their ass but on little amount of time it takes me to get the job done.Not long,I went viral in the internet.Reports started flying from school to my guardians that I have gone rogue.They saw the videos themselves. Terror was written all over their faces as they gaped at me like am a ghost with aunt Pat holding the phone to my face .The truth was that I wasn't enjoying any of these things happening.Not the fights.Not the fame.I wanted to live my life like the other normal kids.I began to see my gift as a curse.I was sent back to the orphanage.Two months later,a Newlyweds adopted me.Things didn't go well for us either and I was once again sent back to the hands of the disappointed Father Francis. The church building sat in the centre of the large expanse of space that had a high concrete wall that fenced the premises.The orphanage sprang by the far side of the space just at the edge of the fence.The wrought white picket fence made an arc around the building jamming into the concrete wall.The refectory was just around the corner.Close to the Orphanage.A paved concrete path ran down to adjoin with the road that led to the main gate.The orphanage was beautifully adorned with the beautiful dahlia flower in it's full glory.The camellia was in full bloom with it's bright pink petals.The lawn stretched down to the refectory and further down to the chapel. Father Francis had just came back to the church compound with the huge metal gate wide open. He sensed danger and parked his car just infront of the gate.There was no sign of life in the whole premises.Not on the normal days when his kids will rush to the car and give him a big hug making him to loose balance steadying himself with his car. Sister Katarina will be seen standing by the refectory with a towel wiping water off her hand in an attempt to get the kids back in order.She's always seen in the kitchen.The birds chirping and the sky bright with blue as the clouds race each other in a slow pace.But today,something was amiss.The sky was not smiling.There was no sign of any of the kids.Not even Sister Katarina was seen.Nor the birds chirping.The lawn had traces of blood that trailed to the stone path leading to the hall. "Karl".Father Francis thought.First he started with a quick pace which grew to a jog and then racing full speed.He held the metal crucifix tightly in his right palm.It was in the middle of winter.The cold air was hitting him hard in the face and tousled his hair back.He's nose was freezing from cold.He raced past the refectory and then to the fenced orphanage.The gate through the fence was torn down.A close look at it showed it was booted down and walked upon.When he got to the hallway leading to the hall,there was blood everywhere.Prints of blood messed up the hallway. Now as he headed to the hall,it was more like he was sneaking into the room.He's legs were visibly shaking.He felt they couldn't carry him but as scared and tired as he was,he dragged himself in.He tried to be a man.A man that knew what he was about to get into before accepting to take the responsibility. "All have happened due to my carelessness".He said to himself. This is not his first time of seeing something like this but something about this one was utterly strange.Totally out of the world. He has never seen one with such strong claws able to pull down a wall.He found himself standing at the entrance of the hall.There lay three motionless bodies.Damian facing him with his intestine heaped by his side.Flies hovering around.The priest held his crucifix tighter this time.Almost piercing his palm.He felt as if his skull was inflating and about to explode with every second that passed by.The gully sight infront of him made him to nauseate but he was able to push it down.Further away from him lay Karl in his rags.The boy looked like he was bathed in a pool of blood looking all messy.His face was smeared with blood like he just came back from a blood festival.When the priest had a closer look,he noticed that Karl was still breathing.The priest made for the third body and with his red hair which was already stained with blood,he knew who it was already.He felt hot tears well up in his eyes.He felt guilty for everything that happened.He came back and picked up Karl from the floor.He was heavier than normal.He picked him in his arms and made it outside to his car.