taste me, as the food and drink Alice found almost said. she was cast unto a stormshorn sunderedsea. you too will fall beneath my waves in time.


profile pic by moiwool (nonbinary color edit by me)


SpellbookScolopendra
@SpellbookScolopendra

She came at you with the grace of someone who'd been watching you for weeks. In the forest gloom, the only thing you could make out clearly was the gleam of her fangs in moonlight. Your life was forfeit... or so you thought. A single bite later, and she retreats into the trees.

You've seen the movies. You know how this works. You wash the wound out clean with alcohol and wolfsbane extract, get your rabies shot, you even have your witchy friend from college perform a mock exorcism. But none of it is enough. Your flesh remains unchanged, but you hunger still. You have to find her. Its the only way to break the curse, right? The thoughts, slithering in, of how you could be like her. Could feast like her.

You shake your head. You've got a lead, at least. A trail of claw marks and shed fur from the sight of where she bit you. She's entirely unsurprised when you arrive, armed and desperate. The tracks had taken you to her home, a surprisingly nice apartment. You'd almost call it cozy, if not for the beast that dwelled within. Her human appearance is surprisingly motherly: a sweater, glasses, and a well-worn weight to her. "You couldn't stay away, could you?"

She puts down her book, walking forward, unafraid of the silver-loaded rifle pointed at her chest. You can't bring yourself to shoot her. You ask a question, instead:

"why me?"

She laughs in response, a subdued thing. "I've done very little to you, darling. There was never a chance of you turning from that little love bite. All I did was show you something else you could be. I thought you'd take well to it."

A chill runs down your back. The intrusive thoughts, the way you'd snapped at your friend mid ritual... they were all your fault?

"Oh, I know that look. Don't tell me you didn't enjoy being that way, whelp."

You're crying now, gun on the floor, and she's scooped you up into your arms.

"Please- please turn me."

Her grin is malicious.

"I can't. It's not a full moon."

You wail. A whole month of waiting sounds completely unbearable. You don't even complain as she bolts the door shut behind you.

"Don't worry. You're not going to be alone. You'll spend the month with me. Doesn't that sound nice?"

And in the most broken part of your soul, you know that it really does.


You must log in to comment.