Werewolf

He sat there, under a willow tree in the sunset, staring at her. His eyes were a emerald blue colour that released a magnetic message, that made her automatically his. His hypnotic eyes sparkled as she walked over to him, they were soft yet fierce with passion. She breathed slowly, as she enjoyed every bit of his spellbinding nature that filled her with worship for him like an everlasting drug.

He smiled, without hardly any effort, as she sat next to him. Her heartbeat began to race, as his drug pumped through her veins. She was utterly, unconditionally in love with him. He wrapped his arm round her waist and held her tight as he lifted her petite body onto his. He played with her long, brown hair and ran his fingertips slowly up and down her leg. She smiled and laughed in a love sick way, turned to face him and began to play with his hair. It was a russet chocolate colour, medium length but shaggy. As she ran her hands through his hair, she freed the wildness that appeared to be locked inside a gentle, harmless human.

Suddenly he ravenously gripped her skinny arms and pinned her to the cold, bristly grass, in an instant. Resting above her, he smiled once again, gripped her face in his large paw like hands and kissed her so passionately and angrily that she passed out. His eyes were rabid, vicious and forceful. His hair began to darken, turning black. His heartbeat was racing and his breathing increase rapidly. He picked up her limp body in his strong arms, bit her neck and howled to the moon in his true form. He dropped her dying body on the grass, maybe she will become like him, or maybe she will die, either way he will finish her off later.

He stalked off into the moonlight, never looking back, as he looked for his next helpless victim.