What's It Like To Be A Servant Of The Moon?
The power the Moon grants you a gift like nothing else in the world. Being one of her children, all your senses come alive. Though, first bitten, you feel like everything is on fire. Your muscles, your body. Your ears pick up a clear conversation that you know is two blocks away. Yet, you can hear the people talking like their right in front of you. The smells you pick up, is the worst. All these senses you have had while you were human are now timed to the power of ten. Once the change happens, your body starts to feel normal again. In a sense. You still feel confused by what is happening to you and how fast. Though, with someone guiding you. It is easier to cope with after three or six months. When you change back from each form, it starts to feel as if you are only molding your body to fit your needs. To survive.
I Remember When
One evening in March, 17, 1898. I was walking home unescorted from Miss Young's birthday party. My date and I, had said some words on the dance floor after I saw him with Miss Young herself. I couldn't believe how seeing them together could rip a hole into my heart, so quickly. I tried at first to lie to myself, but I knew the truth. I saw the truth. I couldn't lie to my heart any longer. That's when the questions started, "why her, is she any better than me, do you love her". Out of all my questions, he picked to answer, "are you toying with her", his tone was unnerved, but the answer was yes. Then he went on to tell me how her father kept hinting at his daughter's hand in marriage. How it would be easy for him to marry her and then divorce her when the time was right. At least we'd get the money, or he didn't have to wait. He could poison her after a year or so. My stomach churned and I felt sick. This was not the person I fell in love with. He looked at me with understanding eyes as I looked upon him with judging ones. Before he could ask the question I knew he want too, I slapped him. Giving him his answer and ran out of the party. Him and me, would be the talk of the town tomorrow, but I didn't care. He was a monster to think of such a thing, and when the police station was open. I was going to tell an officer about his plan. Whether they did something or not, it would be out of my hands.
I couldn't hardly see where I was going that night. The tears ran down my face faster than I could clear then away. All I could think about was him and how before this everything was perfect. Why was he a monster? Clearing away my tears again, I bumped into a gentleman. We offered apologies, and then he asked what had happened. I couldn't hold it in. I had to tell someone before I made myself sick with worry and regret. I told the man with the blue eyes my story of just hours ago. He looked upset by it as much as I was. He then asked if he could take me home. I said yes, not wanting to be alone anymore. He lended me his arm and we walk, just talking about what we should do. He finally said he would be the one to tell the police and that I should not worry over it any longer. At my door step he bedded me fair well and slinked back into the night.
The next night was a full moon and I had been invited to a party by a friend. The occasion was for another friend who had just had a healthy bouncing girl. Everyone was excited for her. So, gift naturally were brought to the party. I brought a very simple toy, a doll. One with rosy cheeks and blonde hair. I hoped the baby girl would love it as much as I had as a child. Gifts and people continued to poor in through the front door. Then he stepped through. Giving his hat and jacket away, he walked straight over to me. Like I'd been the one he came for, maybe he had. He took my arm gentle and lead me outside where hardly anyone was. "I took care of the problem, please don't worry anymore." I stared at him. I hadn't forgot, but the police told me there was nothing they could do unless Miss Young made a claim herself. Why did they listen to him? I regained my focus, "That's wonderful. So, he will be locked up." He stared at me for a split second and then lead me forth away from the house. When he thought it was safe to talk more, he stopped. "Not exactly. I took care of him." Shock and fear ran through my body. All my mind could do was scream one word again and again, "what?" He lead me forth away, by now I could hardly see the people outside of the house. Had we really walked that far? "Listen to me. It was the only way for her to be safe. You wanted that, right?" My mind and body were having a argument about this time. My mind told me to run, he was a killer, but my body was frozen in fear and panic. "N..no..not this way." I stuttered out finally. He sighed and nodded his head. "I know, your afraid. But, I won't hurt you." His words were empty to me. I had attracted another monster, what was wrong with me. "I'm sorry." Then pain took hold of my mind and filled it. I screamed, but a hand was over my mouth to muffle it. Then pure darkness came over me.
I didn't understand then what I understand now. Nathan was only trying to hide what he had done. The way he did it was turning me into a servant of the moon. How I hated him for so long. However, years, centuries change you. I grew to understand why he needed to hide what he had done. Why it was important to live with secrets. Because, one night I showed myself to a person unknowing. What happened next, I have to live with till the day I die. The town we stayed in, the people revolted against us. At first, we didn't know why and tried to fight them off as humans. Then, the one who saw me screamed it out and pointed at me, "Werewolf!" I felt a knife go into my heart as the others changed to fight. How could I have been so careless. In one night everyone had been slaughtered. Nathan in the middle of the mob had grabbed me and told me to run. Others would follow he said, but no other foot steps could be heard. He saved me yet again. The first time was from myself, mortal death, and the world around me. This time, it was from myself and the people around me. I will never be able to thank him.
Knowing The Basics
Name: Tyandra Feria Impaler
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Werewolf
Hair Color/length: Red shoulder length
Color Pelt: White
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