A Werewolf tail ~My Story about Werewolves (related to red Riding Hood - movie)~

[Gothgirl_6]

I watched Red Riding Hood with my friend and loved it so much, that I kind of make a re-make of it but in book style.

[phoebestar909]

Cool

[Gothgirl_6]

I'm doing it by paragraph

Now I just have to wait. Waiting is easy, but trying to stay put is hard.  My name is Erik Blake, and I’m about to tell you my deepest and darkest secret that I’ve hid from everyone since I turned 21 in 1856.

It started when my father and I went out hunting for deer one morning for my 15th birthday. We had loaded our guns and were hiking up into the darkest part of the forest. My father had taught me how to shoot, trap and kill an animal fast so it doesn’t suffer from the pain that we men can make. I have always loved animals and treated them like us humans, but sometimes I have to put away that love for them so I can kill without hesitation.

[phoebestar909]

Awesome

[Gothgirl_6]

Thanks

Anyway, we left at morning but we didn’t return until 3 days later. You see, when we left at that morning, we didn’t know it was going to be a full moon that night. Around our village, a legend was told that years ago, in the time when my great-great grandfather was born, a werewolf came near or into our village every full moon to gets it feed of meat, but my father said it was fictional because our village was weak.
I use to believe him until that day in the forest. That was when it attacked my father. My father’s bow and arrow slipped out of his hand in the attack and it landed in a tree next to me. I watched in horror as the beast ripped my father’s clothes and skin. Stephen, my father, screamed at me to run, and to warn the village, but we both knew that the village was too far away to reach in minutes.

[phoebestar909]

wow!

[Gothgirl_6]

My mind swirled for a weapon that I could use to get the beast away from my screaming father. That was when the idea popped into my mind. My eyes had rested on the bow and arrow in the small tree beside me, which was covered in snow. I quickly reached up and grabbed it. Somehow, the quiver slipped out of my hand. Arrows dropped into the snow.
I bent down and tried to get one. My vision was blurred by the tears that were filling my eyes. I hurriedly wiped them away and grabbed the red arrow near my foot. My father’s screaming and the snarling of the beast made me go faster. The arrow slipped into place on the bow. I lifted it quickly but made sure I had the beast as my target, not my bloodstained father. My strong arm pulled back and then let go of the arrow. It hit its target.

[Gothgirl_6]

The arrow had gone into the beast’s side, only the feathers sticking out of the fur. Before the beast dropped down beside my injured father, it howled up to the moon. The bow fell out of my hands as I ran to my father’s side. Just in case I had missed the beast’s heart, I pulled out the small hunting dagger I always kept in my leather belt. My father was now sitting up, breathless from the attack.
One thing about my father was that he was a strong and brave man, who never had time to comfort people, but I saw a change in his green eyes that I inherited. This was the look of fear, which I and no one else had seen. He leaned forward; his arms opened, and hugged me tightly whilst crying. I soothed him by returning the hug. I looked over his broad shoulder and saw a lump of mattered fur with blood covering one side. My father’s voice dragged my eyes from the body. “Son, I am proud of you. Never let anyone stop your dreams. I….I love you, my Son.” His grip suddenly loosened and he slowly fell backwards. He was dead

[LoonyGirl]

  ur such a greaat writer! please write more (:

[Gothgirl_6]

I'll post some later

[LoonyGirl]

yayyayy

-tamara-

[Gothgirl_6]

[Gothgirl_6]

Um....what do you think of the story so far?

[LoonyGirl]

Yer it's really good so far

[Gothgirl_6]

Thanks




I let him fall into the snow but I held his hand until I could feel it no more. Dawn was approaching and I knew that my mother and 2 sisters would be worried about my father and me. How am I going to tell them? I can’t go home and see pain on my mother’s beautiful face. My sisters will be shattered. I thought to myself. As I thought, I did not see the lump of fur moving towards my torso. I only noticed it when the pain struck.
Damn it! I missed its heart! I screamed to myself as I wrestled with the giant beast. It slashed a paw at my face. I tried to move my head away but I couldn’t underneath the heavy weight. Instead, I gripped my numb hand around my hunting dagger and aimed for the beast’s head. The blow to my face had made my arm swing stronger into the head of the beast. It snarled and tried to bite my hand.

[LoonyGirl]

nice (:

[Gothgirl_6]

I took the advantage as soon as it came. I threw all my body weight towards the beast, and this time, I was on top. My hand was now around the sword that had been passed from generations to generations of men in our family. Since my father was now dead, it was mine, to kill anything that harmed our family. Before I swung with the sword, I plunged the dagger into the beast’s leg, making it snarl louder.

Then, with great force, I dug the sword into the beast’s chest, this time, piercing its heart. It’s snarling stopped for a moment and then everything was still. My arms were shaking from the adrenaline. I could not feel the coldness anymore. My hands were covered in blood, blood that was a velvety red. I looked at what I had done to the beast. Most of it was covered in blood but some parts were just mattered fur mixed with melted snow.

[LoonyGirl]

awesome story

[Gothgirl_6]

[phoebestar909]

Awesome

[Gothgirl_6]

thanks

The sword stayed stuck in its chest until I pulled it out. My shirt was ripped to pieces, so, being the idiot that I was, I took it off and wiped the sword clean. That was then when I realised I had been bitten. According to the legend, whoever was bitten by the beast would turn into a werewolf every time he/she was angered or every full moon. I gulped down the lump in my throat.

My legs suddenly decided to work and lifted my body up. I walked to my father’s body, which was turning blue and slightly covered in a small layer of soft snow. Even though I was bare on the top half of my body, I slid my arms under his body and heaved him up. Small snowflakes stuck to my arm, making me shiver. I started to walk home to the village and 2 days later, I was home, half frozen with my dead father in my arms.

[NessaRox99]

I am enjoying this story. Keep writing

[Gothgirl_6]

Thanks

My mother was the first to cry when she saw my father, not moving, in my arms. I had kept my tears inside of me but when I saw my mother and sisters, they silently slid down my face. My sisters, Sophia and Charlotte looked at me and then their father. Sophia went to me whilst Charlotte tried to comfort Mother. Our village’s black smith, Mr. Henry, took Stephen from my frozen arms but before he did, I kissed my father’s cold forehead and said, “I love you too Father.”

It wasn’t until I was in our hut that I realised how much the bite stung. Sophia noticed it but didn’t say anything to anyone. She cleaned and dressed me in a long shirt, which had been my fathers, and pants. I didn’t take notice because I was looking at the arrow on my bed. The arrow that killed the beast. The head of the arrow was covered completely in dry blood, which was more of a black then a velvety red.

[NessaRox99]

Awesome.

[Gothgirl_6]

“Erik...” The soft voice of my older sister, Sophia, awoke me from my day dream. My eyes looked into her chocolate brown ones. “Erik, I’m not going to tell anyone about …. you know. And don’t make anyone force it out of you.” I nodded and suddenly realised I was crying. Sophia hugged me tightly. This was when I let it all out. All of my fears, all of my pain, everything.

She wrapped her arms around me whilst I cried into her shirt. Her eyes were brimming with tears. She was shivering, not because of the coldness, but because of how much it hurt her to see me like this. Suddenly, two other pairs of arms and hands wrapped around me and Sophia. I looked up to see my Mother and Charlotte joining on in the tight embrace and the pain.