Chapter 7: Accidents Happen

I pray to god that this isn't real, that it's just a bad dream. Because I don't think I could live with myself knowing I did this! Let me tell you everything first...So once the full moon was upon me, my bones started to just pop and break. Every. Single. Bone. It was miserable, but that was part of the transformation, part of the curse! Then I started to feel different, I was on all fours and had a sudden hunger, for blood. That's when everything went downhill...Turns out the spell didn't work at all. I got out of my house, luckily I didn't hurt my Tatia or Elijah, but I was scared for everyone else in the village. Right after I got out I found someone, it was one of Elijah's friends, and since I was turned right now I couldn't help myself, I bit him, drank his blood, and then killed him...I felt so bad but after that I felt so powerful, like power I'd never felt before. Then I kept breaking into houses I got through almost half the village and killed every last person until the full moon was over and I was back to my normal self. However, I still felt the deep hunger that controlled my werewolf self, I needed more blood and I couldn't help it! So I went off instinct and killed the people that still remained in the village, they're all dead now and it's my fault. But this time, it didn't hurt when my vampire fangs came out, and I liked the taste of blood more than ever, yet I didn't feel bad about it. It's like because of last night all my humanity was stripped from my self, the only thing I cared about were Tatia, Elijah, and blood...I craved it. And I needed more.