Werewolf's Dream

December 12, 1864
Half Moon

I know it will be soon.
I dreamed last night.
I was running
Running through the fields
by the light of the full moon
while the people run from me.
It was a good feeling.
I felt powerful
to be feared like that.
I cannot wait
for the full moon.
I will be feared for real
instead of dreams.
I know it will be soon.

Day of December 25, 1864
Full Moon

It is tonight.
It has been cloudy all day.
It will clear up,
though.
It has to.
For me, going another month
would be unbearable.
I love the scents,
I love the hunt.
Only a few hours...
Christmas.
Christmas.
It is Christmas.
Such a stupid holiday,
The foolish people.
Celebrating a day
when nothing happened.
Ever.
I will show them
how foolish they are.
Tonight.

Night of December 25, 1864
Full Moon

I am waiting...
Just a few more minutes...
Wait.
That
feeling
is starting.
I
am
transforming.
My fingernails
become claws.
My eyes
can see in the dark.
My hunger.
My instincts.
They take over.
I
will
hunt
this
night.
I
will.
I leap
down from the balcony.
I run through the streets.
The windows all have
candles.
People laughing.
People talking.
People having fun.
People...




celebrating.

I cannot bring myself...
I...
but.
I must hunt.
I try to
attack a house.
But I cannot bring myself.
Maybe...
Maybe Christmas deserves to live.
I will go back.
I will transform again.
I sigh.
The moon...
goes behind a cloud.
I become human.
I go in.
I join the party.
But I close the blinds.
I need to make sure...
that I don't...
terrorize the party.
I would not restrain myself next time.
It was just luck.
Maybe next month...

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