"The Lunar Eclipse"

Summary: Welcome, welcome... Now, you want to hear a story? Well.. this one is sure to send a chill up your spine. My name's not needed... Just sit back... and enjoy the ride...

Eyes; cold, crimson eyes that seemed filled with raging hate that could send chills down anyone’s spine with just a glance. However, that would be your death if you met the eyes of this terrifying beast at any time. The beast lives in the darkest places you can think of… so many hiding places that you should avoid… a true demon without a soul...the Lycanthropé. Fangs dripping of black blood, the soul-less stare from under the full moon… Are they truly monsters? Now, your question revolves around: "How do you know of this? Is it really true? How can you prove it?"

Hah… of course I’ve gotten proof. Matter of fact, I’ll show you differently… I’ll re-tell you the night I was bitten by that demon… or perhaps I should call it an angel...You can decide that for yourself. Now, prepare-for the weak of heart best not continue reading.

I was alone as I walked to the place I once called home on, ironically enough, "Blood-spill Avenue." This place was in Akron, Ohio, in the beginning of August, and I merely wanted to see where I grew up once more before they tore down my childhood home… Well, was I wrong? As I turned the corner to the grimly place I remembered greatly, I noticed that the yard seemed overgrown. Why was it so wild-looking and so un-inhabited? What happened to my mother? Sure, she was elderly, but she would never let the grass reach very high… I looked at the gate; vines had grown all over it, giving it an old, thriller feel. I frowned slight and moved to open it, when a voice grabs my attention.

"Hey, you there; what are you doing, boy?" a gruff, seismal voice demanded from across the street. I didn’t bother to look at him, my ice-blue eyes narrowing at his demand. I decided to answer him after a moment of thinking.

"I grew up here." I said, my voice dripping with venom. The male seemed not to notice as he walked across the street and approached me. I quickly looked at him, making sure he would be no threat. He was a heavy-set man, with dark brown hair in an old Elvis-style and his little brown eyes seemed to harbor a bit of… distaste for me. A black trench coat was over an old red and green striped sweater. Why wear a sweater in August?

"Well, why are you back?" he asked, his eyes trying to meet mine as I stepped to the side a little. I shut my eyes for the fact I didn’t want him to see the actual feelings inside. The eyes are a gateway to the soul, you know. "Because," I started, only to have him interrupt me.

"You aren’t anything to this house, so why, you little brat?" he sneered. I was glad my eyes were closed now… He would’ve seen a heavy glare and my breath got heavier in rage. I was no brat.

"I said, before you so kindly interrupted me…" I spat out with more venom than before, the man standing straighter and he poked me in the chest three times, as hard as he could muster it seemed. "Listen here, kid, I don’t listen to any little brats!" he snapped, and I opened my eyes; I glared at him, the stare unnerving. I knew it was, because he took a step back. I had the calm in my eyes that a serial killer would when they see their next victim. He stilled his breath and I frowned lightly.

"Well? Anything else you wish to say?" I asked him.

"No, no, no, no… You’re fine… go on ahead…" he mumbled.

"Thank you. Now," I paused and looked at the man before continuing,"I grew up here. Tell me about why my old home is an over-grown zoo exhibit." I said with a dark calm. He does not answer me and I grow impatient as he does not even look at me now. "Well?" I asked, and again, he does not answer. I roll my eyes and see he’s staring behind me. What was he staring at? I turned and looked behind me, nothing was there except the full moon. Did he see something in the clouds? I look at the moon, taking my attention to it rather the man. He gasps and I look back at him. Nothing was there; old fool. A hear a rustle in the house, and look at it without a second glace at the man. I see nothing out of the usual. Nor did I notice the formation of the clouds around the moon, nor the extreme fear I would feel in moments. I looked at the moon; how did I not see it; a lunar eclipse. I sighed and looked at the man, seeing he was gone. Where had he gone? He was still in sight, running away. What caused him to run? Was there something bad about it?

And there it was-the form of a beast was behind me. I turned and meet it's eyes, one gray and scarred and the other crimson like a demon's blood. I gape in horror and the beast's teeth shimmer in the lunar eclipse's red light; what could I do? I saw no openings to run. How could I, against a creature that large and so demonic, try to run from it with the hope of escape. I couldn't move; I was frozen to the spot. In the old house I never heard the creaking of the front door. Another beast stood in the door, like the other, but it had a crescent-shaped scar over his muzzle. I could not speak, and I see the beasts, both of them now, as I backed had backed up unknowingly. I was trembling and saw the moon. Now it was seconds from pure darkness. I watched the beasts as they closed in. In moments, I felt searing pain and my limbs being torn apart; now I knew why the man had run; why my parent's were gone. For you see, my mother was blind in one eye, and my father was injured in a war, receiving a scar over his nose that never fully healed.

They killed me that night.

And you've just read a first-hand book written by me; and I've been dead since 1734.

Written by: Roxanne Lilliana Foxx