Chained to my curse - hell.bound (summer beach reads .txt) 📗

Now tell me waht you think, i know its small, but its just the intro and if you like than i will continue writing it. With proper longer chapters.

What if time meant nothing? If all that mattered was the colour of the sky.

What if you didn’t age as the world turned. If you were always the same. Timeless and ageless, a feat many have wished upon themselves. But think among the subject.
Looking into a tarnished mirror to see the same reflection you had seen every night for centuries past. And then the matter of time. Your days blurring and losing their reality. What meant a miracle to you, done a million times over because of the timeless world you occupied.

And death. That is to despise the most. Everyone wishes to never die. But everyone should be passed on at the appropriate time, so they can occupy their next life.
And instead your forced to watch others age, wither and die, being reborn into a new glorious body. It is not something I could wish upon anyone. What would you spend your endless horizon doing. In the arms of another immortal like yourself, just as ageless, timeless and as brooding as yourself, or someone who enjoys every moment in life because they haven’t been experienced the thousands of times you had, then to be forced to watch them, like many others, die.

Many centuries were like this for me, and if all that wasn’t enough to make my life miserable, to add on the curse I was given to achieve all this torture, seemed more cruel than just.
Though I have to admit, many have truly found happiness in this cursed life, but just as many have not, like me.

But the curse. Painful as it is, bends and elongates every bone in my body, splits my skin into a million cracks as it folds back into itself to form the thick, coarse shaggy hair, so it covers every inch of my body. A snout forced out of my human face, more painful than the rest, and my eyes pulled to the back of my head and narrowed to yellow slits.

Ears made their way from the top of my transformed head, a tail from my backside, and claws ripping through my nails discarding them to the floor of the forest floor I transformed on, like last night, and that’s where it all started, because it wasn’t a normal transformation, it was a full moon transformation.

One were my mind is taken over by the raw wolf instincts pulled to the forefront by the glowing full moon. None of those changes where I am in complete control. One were i have no control over my mutated wolven, but human body.

And that’s all I remember. But it was also the start of my problems, because I awoke a moment ago, human and completely healed as my accelerated healing makes, to find myself pressed against a boy. My naked body, my breasts, thighs, stomach and every other part pressed to his chiselled chest and ruined clothes.
A boy. A man. A mauled man. A man I mauled if my assumptions and smell is anything to go by. Because my enhanced sense of small only picks up my own scent off him.

And I know what it means. I turned him. Bestowed the same curse that inflicts me onto him. Which means my curse, my werewolf, approved of him. It is the only way for him to have survived my attack, for my wolf to deem him worthy of our….illness.

But the next full moon is what would break him. Were he would either die from being unable to complete the transformation, or he could transform and spend his life like mine, and attached to my care, my instruction, my guide until his first year under the curse finished and the ties that bound us as prodigy and master would snap, and he would be free, to be chained to this curse.

If he was lucky, he wouldn’t survive, and all I would have to do would be bury his corpse.

Publication Date: 11-18-2012

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