To Become The Monster
The vampire shrieked as a blade pierced his side, blackened blood spraying across the cobblestones.
Then silence fell—heavy, choking.
The wolves lay still.
And slowly, horribly, their bodies changed.
Fur receded. Bones cracked and shifted. Massive forms shrank into fragile, broken human bodies—three of them. Naked. Bruised. Torn open. Young men by the look of them. One couldn’t have been older than twenty.
I felt something inside me twist.
The vampire lay a few feet away, impaled through the abdomen by silver, chest barely moving. His skin was gray, cracked, veins black and pulsing weakly beneath the surface. Every breath sounded like glass in his lungs.