Jura *Chapter 1*

She couldn’t keep from running, running and running, the only thing her kind has always been a pro in… Feeling the wind glide past her body she feels the change…
The change she has always hated and despised. Ever since the first time over 2 months ago. Never would she have thought it would be her responsible for all the mischief surrounding her.

“Why can’t I be a normal 19 year old girl” she sighs inaudible for the world to hear. Her throbbing heartbeat rages on faster and faster and she feels the warmth of her other self coming up fast.

She knows she’s lucky, any other girl would probably have lain raped and murdered on the sidewalk by now… But she… Well let’s just say she’s got God to thank for the fact that she’s not any other girl. Another thing she can feel lucky about is the simple fact that no one inhibits the park at 4 a.m. besides the drunken bums under the bridges… She figures they’ll probably be to liquored up to even separate reality from fantasy. Hey, Score for her…

But still… She knows this will give massive trouble. The dead body will be found within a day, probably by some kids playing in the park and after that it’s off to the news and on to the hunt. The hunt scares her most, since to her knowledge, she’s the freak and she knows she killed the man.

She doesn’t feel remorse for the lifeless body of the mid 30’s pervert. Luring her into the bushes and tying her hands and feet together. Or at least, an attempt to do so. By the time he was finished with her hands, her feet where already paws and from the waist up, she was transforming fast.
She’ll never forget the mans face as he stared into the brown eyes that were rapidly changing into a solid black. After that it went blurry for her as well. She remembers the man praying and begging for his life, but also how he tried to shoot her with a small handgun. At that point, she turned completely and only remembers sinking her fangs into the mans waist, dragging him into the bushes even further…

Tears start running down her cheeks and a howl comes from deep inside. Calming down she gives up the fast run and feels her body soothe down to the original form. The green of the surroundings get more into their shape, as she stops speeding past them and after a few moments she stands still…
Falling on her knees to the ground crying. “Why me… Why always me, they took mom, dad’s a moron and I’m, I’m a freak.” Slamming her fists against the solid green carpet of grass all breaks lose and she can’t control herself. Tears run down her face and her body shivers in the cold. The transformation takes shape and fades after that she stands up fast and looks around.

Picking up her small bag and pulling out her glasses she puts them on. “I don’t even need these stupid things anymore”. She growls, and picks up a jogging pace to her basement, face still red with tears, sweat and blood.

As soon as her tired head touched the pillows she was out. And she’d remain out for most of that day.

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By Lemonade_Addict

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