Monster Academy - The Blood of Humans - Chapter Nineteen

Castle of Legends:
Darren shouted in fear as the werewolf pounced, its claws tearing through the tree where Darren used to be as if it was butter. Darren backed away, trying to get as much distance from the giant mound of fur as possible, the werewolf let out a long, guttural growl.

"Help!" Darren shouted "Someone help me!" but he knew it was hopeless, he was miles and miles away from the academy, there was no way anyone would be able to hear him. He backed away further, knowing he was just delaying the inevitable, he was exausted, plus he had no idea where he could run too.

As if sensing he was trapped, the Werewolf seemed to grin, making a long, deep growl in its throat, it was if it was trying to communicate, but Darren would never know, because at that moment, the werewolf pounced once again, its teeth clamping down on Darren's shoulder.

Darren screamed in pain, falling flat on his back as the werewolf dug its sharp teeth deeper into his shoulder. Darren pushed and punched at the beasts belly, but it wouldn't let go. He felt the intense heat as its neck was pressed against his face, Darren couldn't breath properly, if he did breath anymore, being a vampire.

Suddenly a jolt went through Darren's body as he smelt it, through the heat and through the pain...the werewolf's blood running through its veins, he smelt it...he felt it.

And suddenly his fangs retracted out of his gums and he was tearing into the werewolfs hairy neck. The werewolf let out a deep, high pitched howl of pain, Dadrren didn't notice, he was too busy, drinking the creatures hot, fevery blood. Blood splashed into his face as his fangs hit a major artery in the neck and, as the werewolf soon became still. Finally, Darren pulled himself away from the dead creature, his face plastered with red hot blood, and stared, horrorfied as the creature changed from a giant mound of fur and teeth, to a naked, slender girl with dark brown hair and coffee brown skin, her eyes, lifeless, staring at the sky.

Darren crawled away, he still felt the hot blood on his face, tasted it on his lips, it was like nothing he could describe...and he hated it, he hated what he did...he knew that he'd be dead if he hadn't, but he still hated it.

He heard a gasp behind him, then a familiar voice spoke out "Darren...what have you done?"