Gabriel (standard:Fan Fiction, 693 words)
Author: Stodgy	Added: Feb 25 2003	Views/Reads: 3530/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A story of Gabriels first change. Based on Werewolf Dark Ages.

The Story of Gabriel 

My name is Gabriel.  One who defends God.  That's what my name means and
what I've been told to aspire to ever since I can remember.  My father 
was the priest of my village, wile my grandfather, mothers father, is 
the village Mayor.  We have a fairly small family, only four children, 
three boys and one girl.  I'm the third child.  I'm fourteen years old 
and I have been working as an apprentice for just over two years at the 
village blacksmith. 

My life was great.  I had a job that would earn me a good living, the
girls liked me, I was friends with most of the boys in town, and I 
believed that God could solve anything my parents couldn't.  That was 
until the nightmares started.  At first it was just running impossibly 
fast through the local forest as some sort of beast.  This wasn't so 
worrying and rather exhilarating, with the wind rippling through my 
fur, the sound of the night so sharp, the smell, ohh so rich.  If it 
had off stayed at this I wouldn't have given it a second thought.  
After about a month of this I made a small childish mistake that I can 
no longer remember, and was sent to bed with no dinner.  I was hungry 
after working in the forge but my strength of mind won out and I went 
to sleep. 

That night the dream was different.  I was no longer running because it
was fun, I hunted.  I found the scent of something tasty and tracked 
it.  In a clearing I saw a deer, which spotted me.  It ran, and I 
chased.  I dodged trees and jumped bushes and finally made my kill.  I 
feasted.  The raw flesh and blood was marvellous, I glutted myself. 

I woke up to a scream.  I looked around and there was the bakers
daughter, I was laying just outside of town.  Naked and covered in 
blood, wile next to me was a deer carcase half eaten.  'It was just a 
dream' was the thought that raced though my head as realization hit me. 
I passed out. 

I woke up in the church, tied down and on my back in front of the alter.


"Father what's happening to me" I cried out. 

"It will be alright son.  You have a demon in you.  Just relax, we will
take care of it.  Just prey to the Lord son." Replied my father in a 
tone he would reserve for strangers.  This terrified me even more.  It 
was the way he looked at me as if I was unclean. 

The next eight hours were horrible.  They burnt me, cut me poured water
over me, dumped snow on to me and continually beat me.  My father at 
the forefront of everything.  All the wile I prayed and begged for it 
to stop.  It had to be all a mistake. 

Something deep inside me answered. 

My back arched in agony as hot coals were pressed into my sides.  I
changed inside and this would all stop.  I felt myself growing, getting 
stronger, and boy was I pissed.  The rope was as string and I tore it 
from where it was tied, and slashed out at my attackers with large 
claws and teeth.  People tried to stop me so I tore, bit and ripped 
them in a frenzied blood haze.  My father, the most holy man I know 
died to my claw.  In the process I tore a hole in the wall and people 
were running and screaming.  I loped out on all fours and ran in to the 
forest. 

Some of them chased me but they died just as easy.  I was a werewolf.  I
was the predator.  Top dog.  They didn't stand a chance.  I learnt to 
control my change, and I lived as a wolf. 

I am cursed.  I am a tool of satin and I detest him for it.  But this
forest is mine now.  The people of the village hunt me now and then but 
they die or run screaming as soon as they see me. 

One day I hope they finish me. 


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