I guess I should have notices earlier that something was wrong with Leetah, I mean we have been best friends forever, so if something was wrong I should have been the first to know. Right? But then again who wants to admit that their best friend is a werewolf!?!
Well it all started a few weeks ago, Leetah was attacked by what we thought at the time was just a large dog. It was late Saturday night when her mother called me. I rushed down to the hospital, and I asked the clerk at the front desk for Leetah Craven’s room. He directed me to a forth floor room. I found Miss. Craven waiting for me in the hallway.
“Thank God your here Liz.” She sobbed in to my shoulder, embracing me tightly.
“How is she?” I asked pulling back to look at her tear streaked face. There were dark circles under her eyes and her mascara ran. She looked pail, her graying blond hair disheveled.
“The doctor said she’ll recover but she’s pretty torn up.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“They think she was attacked by a large dog or something. She was bloody mess when they found her.”
“Can I see her?” I asked, she nodded once, and let in.
What I saw in that room looked nothing like my friend. That torn, bloody, scrap of flesh looked like something off of Ripley’s believe it or not. I could hardly believe that it was my friend Leetah. The one person I spent most of my time with.
The girl that dragged me to the mall every chance she got to cheek out boys. The person that knew me better than I know my self. My best friend.
Her skin was pale, her light blond hair mated and dark with something that looked suspiciously like blood, but I hoped it wasn’t. She looked beaten and bruised. She was covered in claw and bite marks. Chunks of flesh seemed to be missing. I could see that her right arm and left wrist and leg where all in castes. I could only imagine her bright blue eye staring in fear as she was attacked.
I couldn’t believe that this disfigured form was my friend, my Leetah. Tears stung my eyes, and I didn’t bother to hold them back. The last thing I remembered was falling to my knees beside her hospital bed, and sobbing.
The fallowing morning I woke, to find myself sitting in a chair next to Leetah’s bed. Miss. Craven was across the room sitting on Leetah’s right holding her daughter’s hand and whispering what sounded like a prayer.
When Miss. Craven saw that I was awake, she got to her feet, and came over. Sitting next to me she took my hand in hers.
“How are you feeling Elizabeth?” She asked using my real name rather then the nick name I preferred.
“I’m fine.” I lied, not wanting to burden her.
She stared at me for a long time, then said “No your not, but you will be. We all will.” She gave my hand a tight friendly squeeze.
We sat there together watching Leetah all that day and most of the next. I didn’t about my dad, he was away on business, and wouldn’t be back for weeks. Finally after almost three days I made my self go home. I needed a shower and a change of clothes.
Three weeks went by before Leetah woke, she had changed so much in that time, the fractures in her arm, leg and wrist had healed completely as had the worst of her injuries, the doctors couldn’t explain how she had healed so quickly or so completly. Her mom said it was a miracle, and I was inclined to agree. Little did we know the answer was more demonic than angelic.
All Leetah had was, a few scratches and bruises to show for the attack. She was abele to start life again. At first she seemed ok, but after a week out of the hospital she changed, but little did I know just how completely.
I fist noticed something was wrong that first day back at school. It was a week snits she’d been released from the hospital. Somehow her whole personality had changed, she went from a happy, young girl who loved life and god, to a troubled young women who seemed to have lost all hope.
She began to ware a lot of black and her long light blond hair was now cropped short, she spent all of her time alone.
Not even wanting to talk with me. And her work at the school paper… No mater what she was given all of her articles had become sad and depressing. I didn’t know what I could do to help my friend.
It had been about a month sins she had returned to school, when I decide that we need to talk, but when I arrived at her home her mother informed me that I had only just misted her. I asked her if she knew where Leetah had gone, but she didn’t know.
The rode that leads to my house cuts throw the nearby forest. On my way back home I saw Leetah’s little blue V.W. Bug, pulling over to the side of the rode, I pulled up behind her, and got out.
The light of the full moon made it easy to see that her car was empty, save for a pile of clothes on the passenger’s seat. The car was locked, and I could find no sign of Leetah.
Suddenly a sharp scream erupted in to the night. Sending flocks of birds in to flight and causing the hairs on the back of my neck to rise. It was Leetah! I just knew it. Something was wrong. I needed to help her.
Despite my panic I walked slowly into the forest, watching my step, I had only gone a short distends when I came to the edge of a clearing. I stopped short of entering it.
Leetah was there, in the center of the clearing, standing naked in the moonlight, her hands clutching her sides, as tears streaked her face. She fell to her keens howling in pain.
I thought my mind was playing tricks on me when her skin began glowing, a soft golden color, which was staidly getting brighter. Her scream was steady and constant now.
I watched with morbid fascination as my friend began to change. Her back arched as her muscles began to spasm and wriggle under the skin. Suddenly her now constant screaming became distorted as her nose and jaw began to elongate, forming into a lipless muzzle. Her teeth became painted fangs. I could hear bones cracking as her fingers became long and slender, her nails becoming sharp and claw like. Her feet jerked and she fell to her side. I watched as her feet stretched and then shrank her calves and thighs thinning and growing into slender legs. Her arms did the same as soft golden fur the same color as her hair began sprouting down her spin and over her face. A lump formed just over her buttocks, before stretching into a long elegant tail.
She’s beautiful, I thought.
When it was finally dune she collapsed, trembling from the strain of the strain of the change. I couldn’t believe it Leetah was a werewolf. Her breathing was labored, and she laid there for a time panting. When suddenly her nose twitched and she swung her golden head in my direction.
She looked at me for a time, and then bearing her teeth she shot to her feet with a deep menacing growl. Before I knew what I was doing, I turned and ran. Running back the way I had come.
I ran for my life, as fast she my feet would carry me. The forest path was my enemy, slowing me down as I ran. I stumbled as I ran with only one thought in my mind, I must reach the rode. I must!
I could hear my pursuer, she was just behind me, but I did not dare to look back. Soon the trees began to thin, I saw the rode! I was almost there! I was going to be alright!
When suddenly I felt something heavy hit my back, as the forest floor rushed up to greet me, my world went black.