Blood spattered the alley, dying it a crimson shade. A sticky substance leaked from the wound in his leg, flesh peeling back showing a flowing white. Bone. He took a step closer, more blood oozing from his leg. One more step. A pale white face looked at me pleadingly, a desperate outstretched arm grasped for me. As a river of red ran down the alley, he collapsed into a pile on the floor. I ran. The never ending blackness ended and spat me out into the moonlight, swallowing up the memories and regrets. I stopped, gasping for air. A car zoomed past me and I set off again at a slightly slower pace. I ran past my house and into the night.

As sunlight poured over me in golden rays, I blinked awakening from my terrible nightmare. I rolled over and yawned. Hang on. Where was I? I was behind Aldi. I must've run and slept where I could. The nights events came rushing back in a tidal wave of emotions. I sprinted to the front of the shop and stopped. Golden strands blinded me and I turned.

As I walked onto I could feel everyone eyes judging me. 'You know what happened. You know the truth.' They whispered. Did I? Do I? I found myself next to a newspaper stand. The headline read "boy found dead in a alley. Police are looking for witnesses."

I ran. I ran and ran and ran until I couldn't run anymore. I stopped in a deserted alley. I heaved and heaved, vomit covered the ground.

My heart was pounding, my head racing. I remembered. I remembered everything. I remember his pleadings eyes. His cough. His bloody cough, a trickle of blood running down his jaw, a cascade of tears pouring from his eyes. My legs gave way and I started to cry. I cried and cried.

I couldn't live like this. I killed him. It was all my fault. 'You know the truth. You know what happened.' I did. His body. His face. His blood. His death. My claws as they turned back into fingers. My snarl as it became a sob. My fur as it became hair. My wolf as it became human.

Night fell and I crept back to the start. Back to where it all happened. It was quiet. Eerily quiet. Blood still decorated the desloate murder scene. I remember the sweet yet swalty flavour erupt in my mouth as blood leaked from his neck. His sudden shout startled me and I leapt back, my claws slicing his leg.

Life blossomed from his thigh as I crouched down and turned away. It was my first transformation and I had already killed. I had come of age and the moon had called me. I answered it. My bones had stretched and cracked, fur had sprouted from my arms and legs, my pulse quickened and adrenaline shot through my veins.

I felt pain, scared, nervous and a new longing desire. Hunger. I wanted no one to see me so I ran down here but I was not expecting to meer him here. He had wandered into my path and unwillingly become my meal. I didn't want to hurt him and I tried to fight it but his pulsating liquid beckoned me.

I should've known this would happen. I loved him and he loved me. That's the problem. When I met him he told me he was cursed. Anyone he fell in love with would hurt him. He shouldn't have fallen for me. I was the wrong person for him.

Now he's dead and it's all my fault. When I was born I should've died. My heart wasn't beating. It stopped. But I still opened my eyes. I just never started breathing. I couldn't die no matter how hard I tried. When I fell in love it was like my heart started beating. But I can't. My heart can never beat and I can never love.

That's my curse.