Life Because of Her

Becoming...

1 Week later...

"The last thing I remember was... chains?... uh... in a basement?... Cameron was there!" I said as the memories came back to me. I saw my father's eyes widen at the mention of Cameron's name.

"What were you doing at the old lumber house?" My father's tone became more serious than concerned and it was clear he was getting impatient. As the sheriff, it's my father's job to question me on what happened that night. As my father, it was his job to make sure I was okay. He's been the sheriff of Mystic Hills for almost 5 years. His father, my grandfather, was the sheriff before him. He wants me to become sheriff after him and follow in his footsteps. As you can probably tell, he takes his job very seriously and at times I think he becomes a different person when he wears the badge.

"Harry!... Don't let me ask you again" I lost focus for a second and returned back to my father who was standing there, in his uniform, holding a pad he had been scribbling in for the past 5 minutes.

"I... I can't remember" I said, my voice becoming weaker. I was thirsty. Very thirsty. "Can you pass me a cup of water please?" He gave me a sympathetic look and poured me a cup of water. After guzzling it down, my father sat on the edge of the hospital bed.

"Look, son... you can tell me anything. If you've gotten into some trouble I can help you."

I know dad, but this I can't tell you, you wouldn't understand. I said to myself before giving him a smile, "I'm okay dad it was just an accident... you don't have to worry". He stood up from the bed and walked towards the door.

"You know, I thought your mother was the secretive one." He chuckled to himself and opened the door. Cameron was stood there holding a bag of sweets he always seemed to eat.

"Hi, sheriff how's he doing?" Cameron always had a light mood to him. My dad gestured for him to come in and replied,

"See for yourself, he woke up a couple of hours ago." My dad waved goodbye as he turned the corner probably heading back to the station. Cameron came in and closed the door. Shutting the blind and swinging his backpack off his shoulders.

"Did you bring it?" I asked.

"Yeah" he replied. He had an uncertain look on his face, he pulled out a very large book. It was the Supernatural Chronomica. A book with everything to do with the supernatural. It had information on creatures and spells and basically anything. There are only 5 of these books in the world and Cameron's father had one of them.

"The quicker we find out what it is the quicker we can fix it right?" I said, trying to reassure him.

"Yeah, sure" He was still uncertain and began flipping through the pages looking for the chapter on supernatural bites. "If my dad finds out I took this he will kill me... literally kill me, Harry." Ignoring him, I saw a picture that looked very similar to the bite on my stomach.

"There!" I exclaimed. The image of the bite mark on the page looked identical to the bite mark on my stomach. Turning the book towards me, I started to read.

Werewolf bite: A werewolf bite, although extremely painful at first, is NOT deadly. The effects of the bite are irreversible and changes to the recipient's body will begin to show around 9-10 days later. Then follows the emotional changes. It is VITAL that the recipient of the bite is locked up in steel chains as the recipient will lose full control of his/herself...

I stopped and walked over to the window to try and comprehend the things I was reading. This couldn't be right? Was I really going to turn into a werewolf?

2 days later...

I felt a sudden pain in my right side. Struggling, I lifted myself up off of my bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Clenching my jaw at the unbearable pain, I managed to stand upright in the mirror. I lifted up my shirt and stroked where the bite mark was. Where it was supposed to be. It had healed? I forced open my eyes and looked at my reflection. I was unrecognisable. I clenched my jaw even more as two large canines extended from the top and bottom of my jaw. Hair covered most of my face. It was rough and bristly. My ears were pointed and I could hear my own heart, beating faster than ever before. That's when I noticed my eyes. My eyes were bright silver and full of fear. I stared at my reflection for a while before I started losing control. It's like my own body was fighting against me. Like someone or something was taking over. I knew there was nothing I could do but to just let it happen. So that's what I did. Turning towards my window, using my last bit of effort, I walked forward and leapt out into the darkness, finally letting go...