The seventh of sons,
that night...
the killing, I just cant stop...
I must obey thy' light.
I run away from everything
far away from family,
I wish to cause no harm,
but I just cant stop...
That cracking sound again,
my changing hands,
that skin splitting pain,
I cant stand.
That mouthwattering scent...
no, not again.
But too late to notice,
its on my claws and fangs.
The warm skin,
the broken back,
the blood rings,
everything I want..
And everynight's the same,
the sound, the pain, the change...
the scent, the blood, the bones...
And all because of this cursed soul.
Author notes
It is said that the seventh son or daughter (varies from culture) would be gifted with magic powers, healing, be a vampire, a werewolf or be cursed.
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