"The Beast Within"

I sit atop a house and look down upon the people below. There are cops, paramedics, reporters and of course the curious onlookers, wondering what is happening inside the recently modest home of a family of five.

I know what they are doing here. I know because I was there. I killed that family, well all but the children. I remember exactly how everything happened and I will tell you...

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Once the true night reached this neighborhood, I left my house that sits at the dead end down the road. But I did not leave as a man. No, I was a beast, standing over seven feet in height and weighing close to a ton in weight. Thick coarse grey and white fur covered my entire body. My eyes were a bright yellow that pierced the night. Saliva dripped from my large canines. I looked to the bright full moon and felt her presence and howled. I am a werewolf.

I stalked the night going from house to house, but I had already selected my prey earlier in the day. I wanted Mr. Davis, his wife was just a bonus. Mr. Davis was a fat, balding man that loves to beat his wife and molest children. The wife did nothing to stop him that made her worth nothing in my opinion. Both were easy to take out, I just simply slipped into the back door which Mr. Davis had forgotten to lock. I made my way up the stairs and past the rooms that belonged to the children. Even as the monster I consider myself I do not harm children. There is no sport in it and they do not satisfy the "hunger" within.

Moving to the parent’s room, I put my ear to the door. I could hear Mr. Davis yelling at his wife, he hit her and she screamed. That is when I made my move. With the speed of a bullet I opened the door and charged. Mrs. Davis was the first, with a quick swipe of the claw across her throat she fell without a sound. I turned to Mr. Davis, he coward in the corner. I could smell the acrid scent of urine as he his pants darkened with the wetness. I stalked towards him, there would be much pleasure in this. He tried to beg for his life, but I was not concerned with his pleas. I wrapped my massive paw around his head and with every ounce of strength I squeezed. His head made a loud cracking sound, blood and brain matter sprayed around the room and onto my body. I licked my hands clean, then I moved and began to consume the body of the wife, I left Mr. Davis as there was no time to feed on him before the sirens sounded in the distance.

Leaving the same way I came I disappeared into the night. I climbed upon the neighbors house and watched. The first cop on scene had gotten sick, throwing up in Ms. Davis' rose bush. Until I moved in this town had never seen such gore.
He called for backup and to my amazement the media arrived first, then the detectives and the ambulence. They went from door to door asking neighbors if they had seen or heard anyone entering or leaving the house, but their efforts were for not, as I am silent as the wind and just as hard to catch. The only witness the had was a paranoid old coot that lived next door, he must have called the police when the woman screamed.

Tiring of the circus below I leave the rooftop and cross town. The hunger is building up again and the night is still young. I know of a drug pusher he works into the night. The high from the drugs in his system will be fun. With one last glance back I disappear into the night.