The black moon

Kyle's pov

It's been exactly a week since that awful incident happened, but yet, neither talked of it died down nor had the memory left my head.

It was like, something punched the repeat button on my brain remote control so that only that ugly event played on my mind. It's not like I've had any pleasant events anyways. Or maybe I have... However, whatever good memory I had died alongside my parents seven years ago. 

I  was only ten when my parents had an automobile crash that took their life. At that time, Alpha Aloysius, the ruler of one of the four werewolf kingdoms that surrounded the human village, just had a son, and he had invited everybody for the celebration. 

The peaceful coexistence that ensued amongst the humans and werewolves at that time was strict because of some restrictions, rules, and regulations that governed them all.

 Everybody, including the inhabitants of the other three werewolf kingdoms and the humans too, was invited. However, despite how my mother, in particular, had coaxed me into going with them, I refused to go. And it is that simple refusal that probably kept me alive till today.

However, the event of seven days ago made me question the reason behind my existence. I was better off dead anyway. I should have gone with mama and papa to the Alpha's ceremony, the weakness in me thought. I should have died with them.

It was cold. I  felt my pulse quickening,  almost like I  could hear the snapping and buckling of my bones. My mind was in disarray. A mirror of my past, I might add. Fragments of these memories came crashing down on my senses, and even in my sleep, I could hear distant noise, heartbeat, and footsteps that disturbed my rest.

The sun had dropped and abandoned the sky, and the moon was crimson red, looking as though it sought blood. The night bird flew over, around, and about it as I  continued to run wild inside the thick bush. The echoes of my chasers close on my heels. The air thickened around me as I  tried to run quicker. They were behind me, hunting and chasing me like I was the plague. My leg caught up with a tree root which made me double over, and I fell headfirst right into the big tree standing in my front, and I passed out on the ground immediately.

The giant black creature hovering around the moon descended low, sailed over my head, and sat on my head. "Wake up!" I heard the voice whistling. "Arise!" it seemed like it commanded.

The voice of the creature continued to ring in me until  I jumped up from my bed; my eyes snapped open. I squinted my eyes when the brightness from the sun ray almost blinded me. I  yawned and scratched his eyes. It was that dream again.

It has been seven days since the accident in the thick Bush. And it has been seven days since I  started having this weird dream —where  I fell flat on the ground, and an uncanny creature came and bid me to stand up.

It wasn't just about the dream. It was the seventh day those weird feelings started. The one where I feel the presence of something around me when in fact, I was always alone. I sat up from my bed to adjust the old ragged blinds hanging on my window to minimize the light that came into my room, and that was when I saw it again.

A mimicry of the creatures from my dreams was standing on the oak tree, a few feet from my bedroom window, glaring away. But why does it seem like I could understand the sound coming from it? Although it didn't speak. I felt and heard him saying, it seemed.

The creature turned my way and looked right into my eyes, which might have seeped through my soul because as I  looked right back into its eyes, what seemed to be more than just a recollection of my dreams clouded my mind.

The images were so uncanny and scary and mind wrecking too that I had to slap my eyelid shut to prevent myself from seeing more. My hands frantically shot to my ears to keep them from hearing more unnerving sounds that appeared to be coming out from the eyes of the creature... If that was even possible.

"The days of rebirth are complete. No longer a part but a whole. No longer a basic but a rare. The night calls for sharing of flesh and drinking of blood. If the moon goes thirsty, let it drink!" The creature spoke, and I heard it through my mind. But with a voice that sounded hoarse and rustic. Like an old man. And immediately, it disappeared.

What the hell? I  thought and turned away from the window to the kitchen, feeling famished all of a sudden. Maybe the fall affected my brain somehow, which was why I was hallucinating, I thought. 

 My stomach grumped, and as I  turned sideways, searching for some leftover food to eat, I caught sight of a slightly wounded rat eating from the grains on the ground. Immediately, my nose twitched in recognition of the alluring stench of blood, an act I noticed to have started for at least the last four days. My stomach groaned again in gratification.

And with desires as strong and wild as anything, I caught the rodent in one swift motion, and before I understood what I was doing, I tucked my teeth into its flesh and sucked its blood—devouring it like it's the best delicacy I've had in ages. And in truth, it was!

I  jolted and reeled backward a bit when the realization of what I  had done struck me, and with a pace, I never knew I had, I dashed to my bathroom and looked into the mirror to confirm my doubt, but for the life of me, I couldn't see my reflection at all.

What the heck" I shouted in alarm, then jumped backward. My leg hit the toilet seat at my back, and I fell, and immediately everything turned utterly black.

"What the heck" I shouted in alarm, then jumped backward. My leg hit the toilet seat at my back, and I fell, and immediately everything turned utterly black.