"RRRAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!"
"AHH!"
Squelch.
*roll credits*

"Aw, come now!" I said, throwing my hands up in disgust. "What kind of an ending was that?"

"Eh, it leaves room for a sequel." my best friend Sam said, standing up. A few stray pieces of popcorn fell from his lap and landed on the cement floor, joining the sticky treasure trove of over-priced theater treats.

I grumbled and stood up as well. The Furry Fury was barely getting started, and it had to cut off like that! Total injustice. Those big Hollywood hotshots sure knew how to work the crowd. I'd definately be going to see Furry Fury II in a couple of months, if only to see whether or not the pretty damsel got torn to shreds by the werewolf.

"At least that wasn't a total waste of time." Sam said to me as we exited the theater. It was hard for me to hear him over the chatter of the departing crowd, but I could still got the gist of it.

"Wasn't a total waste of time?" I asked, incredulous. "I paid twenty bucks to see what?, a roll of credits right before the good part? Gah!"

It was dark outside when we exited the building. Our town is far enough away from the city that the constant lights don't block the stars, but if you look due east on a clear night you can still see a yellowish orb in the distance.

The stars were out in full force tonight, as was the moon. A full moon, as if that weren't ironic enough. We had just come out of a werewolf flick, and there was a full moon. Perfect. My mind began reeling of ways I could scare the holy hell out of Sam as we walked back to my place.

In order to get to the theater from my house you had to either walk along the ridiculously long and curvy road for a couple miles, or take the paths through the forest for a couple less. We chose to take the forest path. Well, technically, I chose to take the forest path. Sam didn't want to walk all the way home alone, so he followed me into the woods.

Though there wasn't any lamps or light posts amongst the trees, the stars and moon were casting good enough of a glow through the gaps in the leaves above that we could see our way just fine.

There were a few other people behind us on the path, but they were far enough back that they wouldn't mess up the prank I was about to pull.

"That was a fairly good movie," I admitted, looking at Sam. He was walking to my right, and had his head down. He either looked seriously deep in thought or was just completely out of it.

"Yeah, I guess so." He didn't take his eyes off the path directly in front of him nor put much emotion into his reply.

"I especially liked the part where the girl was walking along the trail at night, looking up at the moon, and then suddenly there was a rustling in the bushes and a werewolf jumped out and was like RRAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!"

Sam nearly jumped out of his skin when I lunged at him, baring my teeth and growling like a werewolf. He pried his eyes away from the path and looked at me in fear. His hand slowly rose up and a pasty finger pointed at me.

"W-w-w-w-werew-wolf!" he stammered, and screamed. I realized that he wasn't pointing at me, that he was pointing just past me. I spun around, eyes wide.

There was nothing behind me but forest. Dark, empty forest.

"Sam, I'm gonna kill you!" I said loudly, turning to face him. No one was there. "Oi Sam, I'm the one who pulls the pranks. Come on out."

Nothing.

Just then I noticed a small strip of clothing snagged on the branches of a bush just off the path. It was deep blue - the same colour as the runners Sam was wearing.

He must have taken off through the bush! I realized. Did I scare him that much?

There was a very old, grown-over and dissused path near the bush that looked like it had recently been trampled upon. Figuring that it was probably Sam romping off through the bushes, I began to follow the path.

Every once in a while I'd hear the sound of a twig snapping somewhere up a head, so I'd quicken pace. The brambles soon began to tear into my exposed legs. Damn, I should have worn jeans! Blasted shorts were useless. I once tripped over a snarling root, but recovered quickly and kept moving.

Eventually a light appeared in the distance, the end of the forest. If I remembered correctly, this path led towards Christie's Hill - a large grassy hill where all the couples liked to come and... "hang out," if you get my drift.

I emerged from the forest at the base of the hill, and began to climb it. If I got to the top of the hill I could probably see Sam. That is, if he had even taken the path at all. It could very well have been someone else from the theater that had come through here.

I reached the top of the hill and did a three-sixty. Nothing but forest in all directions, except for the road at the base of the hill opposite where I had exited the forest. It led into town, and was the main route for couples to travel to reach the place.

"Damn Sam, where'd you go?" I asked aloud. My voice carried quite well in the still air. Just then I heard the sound of pounding feet. I turned around just in time to get hit with a big, fast-travelling mound of fur.

"Ah!" I exclaimed, tumbling backwards. I had barely had time to throw my hands in front of my face, and as I lowered them I half wished I had kept them there. Standing atop my chest was a large... well, a large werewolf.

"Alright Sam, nice costume." I said enthusiastically, trying to sit up and push him off my chest. But I quickly realized that it wasn't a costume.

Unlike in the movies, this wasn't just a person with a three-hour makeup job to make them look like a convincing werewolf. This was the real deal.

It was snarling at me, and I could see all of its dagger-sharp, saliva-coated gnashers. And it wasn't wearing the standard attire of werewolves - shredded clothing that always seemed to hide it's private parts. This werewolf was quite in the nude.

I tried to sit up again. "Okay Sam, you got me back. Excellent outfit." The thing pushed me down with a massive paw, one of the claws of which scratched my chest. "Ow!" I said, but the creature only growled in response.

Suddenly it jumped off of me, defying all physics and soaring quite a distance. Ten feet away it landed, putting itself down on all fours. The creature was definately not lacking in the intimidation factor. It was huge, it was muscley, and did I mention it was nude?

Its big hairy tail was sticking straight up, and its body language quite clearly told me that it wanted to fight. Slowly I got to my feet, and without a moment to spare. The werewolf charged at me. I would have been knocked right back to the ground if I had been just a moment slower, but I managed to do a pathetic sort of twirl out of the way.

I heard it skid to a halt, digging small trenches in the grass with its claws. It spun around and faced me again. I could tell by the look in its animal eyes that it didn't plan to miss me again.

At this point, if you're wondering why I didn't decide to turn and run, I'll explain. It was quite evident that the monster could easily outrun me, though it would probably toy with me and let me get a couple yards before taking me down. Also, my legs were hurting something fierce, and still bleeding lightly from the thrashing they took on account of those thorns. And even if it couldn't outrun me and my legs didn't hurt, I was just too fascinated by the fact that there was a real life werewolf standing in front of me.

Stupid, I know. 'Dude, you're about to get torn to bits by that werewolf!' is what you're probably thinking. But, alas, I was too shocked and awed to care. I mean, who sees werewolves outside of B-Movies? Very few people, because pretty much everyone thinks they don't actually exist. But here I was, standing here looking at one in the flesh - er, fur. So I can be forgiven for gaping like an idiot.

I stopped my gaping quite abruptly when the werewolf growled and charged again. Would I be able to dodge him again?

The answer was a quite solid no. I tried to move out of the way, but four legs good, two legs bad. He had a lot more maneuverability than I did, and matched my movements exactly. He crashed into me, sending me sprawling once again. But instead of just tackling me this time, the monster opened its jaws and chomped down on my left shoulder.

"AAHHHHH!!" I yelled swinging my fist as hard as I could. I had much more strength than I could ever remember having, for I knocked the werewolf right off of me. He was definately seeing stars after that haymaker.

The werewolf stumbled sideways, and shook its head. It snarled at me, showing its now-bloodstained teeth, and bounded off down the hill and into the forest.

Now that the immediate threat was gone, I looked at my shoulder. I wasn't bleeding very heavily, so it at least hadn't hit an artery, but something was definately broken. I tried to flex my left arm but couldn't.

"Argh, crap!" I muttered to myself, slowly getting up. My entire body hurt from the force of the beast smashing into me. I felt like I had broken a couple of ribs, too.

I couldn't get a good look at my shoulder to see how extensive the rip was, and I didn't want it to become infected by my shirt. Carefully and with much pain I used my still-useful arm to tear my shirt off. It was pretty much ruined anyways. Ripped by the werewolf's claws, a large section torn from its bite, and completely covered in blood - might as well just throw it out. I dropped the shreds on the grass beside me and examined the wound a bit better.

The bleeding seemed to be slowing down, which was good. I gingerly wiped the excess blood off of my shoulder with a scrap from my shirt, and began to reach for another scrap to tie my shoulder up when I noticed something.

Blood-soaked and shimmering dimly in the moonlight, short hairs were surrounding the gash. Huh? I wondered. Why're... oh my god.

It hit me like a freight train. I had been bitten by a werewolf.

It wasn't actually a bad realization. At the time I thought it was actually pretty damn cool. A werewolf. Me!!! Of course, having transformed into a werewolf I now think otherwise, but it seemed like a cool thing then.

The hairs were slowly creeping away from the cut, spreading towards my arms and neck. I noticed that where the werewolf had scratched me on the stomach was also the source of the hairs.

Because of the intensity of the standoff with the werewolf I was perspiring pretty heavily, so my sweat was reflecting the moonlight. I quickly went from being shiny with sweat to being covered in coarse brown hairs - even my face had a coat of the hair.

And then it all went to hell. My entire body exploded in pain, and I let out a scream. Every muscle and bone in my body was changing at once, and I could feel everything. There's no way for me to describe to you just how much pain I was feeling for that five minutes.

My spine tore and became lengthened, forcing me into a hunched position. A furry tail of the same brown hairs - hairs that were becoming longer by the second - burst from my spine in a small shower of blood.

Fingernails were painfully pushed out by rapidly-growing claws, and the hairs atop my head fell away.

All the while my entire frame was expanding, becoming much larger and more muscular. I no longer fit my pants and shoes, which gave only a moment's discomfort before being ripped apart at the seams.

I was easily now more than seven feet in height and had more muscles than I could ever have dreamed of, but the extreme pain of my teething being pushed out by emerging fangs trumped my amazement.

By far the most painful part of my transformation wasn't my ears being dragged up to the top of my head or my feet becoming elongated paws, nor even my legs gaining an extra joint each. It was definately the bone structure of my entire head changing.

My mouth was filled with razor sharp teeth, too many to fit into such a small space. It constricted my breathing, and finely diced the inside of my mouth. Luckily I only had to endure that torture for a few seconds before a new one filled its place. My nose and mouth were expanding outwards at an alarming rate, stretching the skin of my face and making a powerful snout.

All my senses were suddenly heightened, but something else had begun.

It's also indescribable, but I'll do my best. It felt almost as if someone else was invading my mind. My thoughts, my human thoughts, were challenged and subdued by this new presense. I smelled my clothes on the ground, and the human smell frightened me.

I had an uncontrollable urge to get as far away as I could from the top of that wretched hill. The smells were unbearable! As well as smelling every single disgusting drop of human blood, blood that in the back of my mind I knew was mine, I could see them as clear as day.

Blood from someone who wasn't available to me wasn't of any interest, I had a craving for fresh blood, fresh meat. Fresh victims.

I fell to all fours as the pain subsided and took off. My shoulder no longer hurt, the broken bones and severed veins had been repaired in the transformation. Running like this felt almost natural.

It is natural, the foreign entity replied. As is your craving for meat. Satiate your desire for the food you love!

I found myself beginning to drool. Maybe it's right... I thought. I am quite hungry...

Before I knew what I was doing my body began to act on its own. I could control it, but it seemed to know what it was doing so I let it take the wheel. In almost no time at all my nose picked up the scent of a nearby deer, and I turned towards it.

With a speed and strength I could never have achieved as a human, I struck the deer down. My massive teeth tore it apart as if it was nothing more than butter. To my amazement, the raw meat of the still-feebly thrashing deer was the most delicious thing I had ever eaten. Its blood spattered around my snout, and I greedily licked it off with my long tongue.

Oh my god, I thought, completely horrified. Look at what I've done! I'm eating a deer that not even yet dead!

I took control of my body and scrambled away from the mangled remains of the deer.

But it was so delicious, the entity said, and I reluctantly agreed, and you know you want more.

Several hours later I was almost bursting from the seams, completely full and lazily licking the blood of the animals I had devoured from my face.

I was laying on my back at the edge of the forest. The moon was starting to fade, and the sky was taking a lighter hue in the distance. I belched obscenely and a small bone fell to the grass.

Slowly and without much motivation I got up on all fours. My animal instincts, feelings that I had learned to trust and surrender to in the past hours, told me to go to the top of Christie's Hill.

I ambled up to the top of the hill. The smell of my blood was still strong, but it wasn't as alarming as it had been. It was actually mildly attractive, but I was too full for the temptation to take hold. I couldn't eat any more.

I stood atop the hill and wondered what I was supposed to do up here. The answer came to me, and I stood up on my hind legs.

The sun was almost up now, and I could feel my body beginning to recede back into humanhood.

Before too much of me changed back to the weak, vulnerable form of a human, I let out a long, powerful howl into the dying reaches of the night.