Maybe it was the anxiousness, or the dread settling into the pit of his stomach that drove Enad to action. It didn’t really matter what action, only that it was something to occupy him. Maybe it was something about the dreams, that whisper ever brushing past his ear. If he were to be asked of it later, he might not remember exactly what the words had been that had caressed the shell of his ear as he stepped into the clearing through the twelveswood, shaking free of some vision in repose of wolves’ teeth slaked in blood, and a fire somewhere distant sputtering out.
The evening air was cool on his face as he made his way through dense foliage with a pair of siblings in tow, Dorothea rolling her eyes at Ozzie and his endless ‘wit’. Belldonna had asked for some boar’s meat, and so the broad man would comply, leading the pair into a small, isolated corner of the Bramble Patch, and there they picked their first target.
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For a long time, she simply watched them as they traveled, waiting for them to pass through the shadows cast by the dying sunlight through the branches. Such a curious man. There’s a song on his tongue and in his heart, but there’s something else there too. Anger? She can taste it, as she watches them trek under curled branches like wicked fingers and over broken stumps and debris from conflicts long past. There is certainly doubt there but something else...
There it is, she found herself smiling as she narrowed her focus, finding the darkened thread of his mind and brushing it with a finger. Doubt.
Enad paused as he began his forward stride, a chill rolling eerily up his spine and gripping it like cold fingers. He turned his gaze upwards, glancing around. "...You feel like we're bein' watched?"
Behind him, Ozzie adjusted his glasses and stopped, sitting on the rock. He looked about. Dorothea's ears perked as the two of them tried to get a lock anything strange in the area.
A hush fell over the clearing. The larger man found himself tensing, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his weapon. Another thirty seconds pass, though the sounds of the clearing seem to linger as they ever had. He swallows down the discomfort, and approaches the boar. Ozzie and Dorothea simply looked at each other for a long silent moment, and kept their hands on their weapons. They didn't detect anything but...
The baying of hounds was distant at first, barks and howls of wolves hunting slowly growing louder. Despite the sound and the open area however there was no sign of them. A singing wail split the air before a massive spear found the back of the Boar's head, pinning it to the ground with a squeal that was cut short immediately. Tar pooled from the soil at their feet, black with a burning red within it, eyes peering up at them as it twisted and shifted, hounds crawling up from the ground as they began to surround the trio. The hounds were massive, easily dwarfing normal wolves as they dripped with abyssal tar and emitted an aetheric distortion. An armored figure slowly approached from the treeline, a greatsword held loosely in one hand as behind him a massive beast antlered and wraith like circled him.
Ozzie and Dorothea blinked in surprise as they drew their scepter and staff respectively. "Hey, bigger game."
"I was thinking the same thing," the man's voice held a horrid distortion to it, more than would come from just his helmet. It buzzed with a horrid resonance, dark fog clung to his armor and his sword as his attention fell to Enad.
Enad peered up at the man ahead - if that is indeed a man, and his grip tightened on his weapon, the sounds of the wild life in the clearing fading as they fled. "...We know who this one is?"
Ozzie actually lifted his hood a little and adjusted his glasses. He stares...and then starts to laugh. And laugh...
Enad shot the man an irritated growl, "You wanna enlighten the rest of the class, lad?"
Ozzie laughed. "Oh Locke! You flew by my radar for so long at meetings...to think you'd draw attention to the stage with such a makeover!" Dorothea looked over at Ozzie with widened eyes.
Enad 's gaze sharpened to the point of a knife, and right now he wished he had his goddamn shield. "...Locke?" he ventures hesitantly.
Metal whined as the helmet he wore s m i l e s. "Cerberus." Around them the hounds continued to spread and circle them, each dotted with eyes like manes around their heads, blinking asymmetrically. The massive creature at this side twisted and shifted, the man's monstrous darkside buzzing with the same resonance that lingered on him, "Play with me."
Werewolf Jungkook x Reader
Words: ~3,500
Keywords: … Blood, a little gore etc (I swear it gets better)
He was frantically running.
His paws were flying over the soft ground effortlessly as he followed the faint aroma he picked up earlier. The same smell that made him break all chains and escape his safe haven, a little house in the woods he had bought specifically for these nights.
Full moon nights.
The scent was getting stronger and further reduced his already redundant consciousness with every new breath he took.
He was obsessed with it.
With his head down, he was sniffing the ground cautiously, making sure he didn’t lose it. It grew stronger and stronger, and he knew he must be close to whatever was emitting it.
He had to find it and make it his.
When he was still in his hut, chains around his ankles and neck, his remaining human soul was patiently waiting for the monthly nightmare to be over.
Waiting to be in control over his senses again.
But when a car passed by on the street outside and the wind carried a precious scent towards him, he lost any remaining control over his changed form.
He howled, growled and fought his chains until he managed to rid himself of his restraints and jumped out the window in a frenzy to follow it.
You were walking down the little path on the outskirts of the forest next to the town in which you lived. After a night of drinking and dancing with your friends, you had all shared a cab back home from the nearest city, and now you were walking home from your friend’s place where the cab had dropped you off.
It was late at night, but it was a quiet and safe town; therefore you had no need to worry.
The worst thing on your mind was that your feet were hurting like hell in your stiletto heels, so you sat down on a bench to take them off and walk barefoot when you heard something.
There was rustling in the bushes behind you. And..
Snarling?
What?
There were no dangerous animals in these woods, nothing bigger than a fox, but foxes don’t growl like that.
Instinctively your heart started pounding, and your throat grew tight with fear as you heard the heavy dog-like pants getting closer.
Run, you thought, jumped up from the bench ready to sprint down the street, thinking it must be a boar or maybe even a bear that got lost and somehow ended up here. And it was probably hungry.
Scared but curious, you quickly turned to check what it was and froze up in fear when you saw the unnaturally massive creature in the bushes behind you.
It was no bear nor a boar.
It was a wolf.
Or.. was it?
There was no time to think anymore and finally started running as the creature launched at you with a loud bark; burning yellow eyes fixated on you, long canines glistening in the street lights and saliva dripping from its jaw as it effortlessly leapt over the bench in pursuit of its prey.
You screamed in terror and started crying, sure that it would be the end of your life and your shrieks tore through the night, disturbing the peaceful silence.
You turned back just in time to see it right behind you, ripping open its mouth to bury its sharp fangs into your body. Then you felt the piercing pain in your waist as you fell to the ground screaming at the top of your lungs trying to fight off the hairy beast in an attempt to save your life.
It let go to readjust its grip on you with another horribly painful bite on your leg and started pulling your bleeding body across the rough ground into the dark woods. That’s when you passed out.
Sunlight was shining through a small window when you opened your eyes.
Dull pain hit you the very second you woke up, reminding you immediately of the events of last night. At least, you thought, you woke up at all.
The little wooden room you found yourself in was almost entirely empty. Besides a table with a bunch of stuff on it and a shelf, there was nothing else inside of it. Outside, on the other hand, you could hear the birds sing and wind rustling through leaves, telling you, you must still be in the forest. You reached down to check your wounds when to your surprise you couldn’t see them. They were bandaged. Confusion dominated your mind as you tried to come up with an explanation.
If someone had found you why are you not in the hospital?! Why in the world would someone take a bleeding girl, they somehow found in the woods, home to take care of her instead of calling the ambulance and police?
You figured you must’ve fallen into the hands of a psycho when the sound of a key turning in the door ripped you out of your thoughts. Your heart almost stopped, and you froze with renewed fear as the door slowly opened.
“oh… you woke up…”
No way he was a psycho.
The person who entered was young, somewhere around your age and he looked at you through stunning deep eyes full of compassion, his dark hair gracefully framing his fair face. Tall and beautiful he stood there in the doorway, studying you for a while. You couldn’t quite decipher his expression, but for a second you were sure you saw guilt. He sighed and approached you, carrying a platter full of a wide arrangement of food and sat down next to you on the floor crossed his legs and put down the dish.
Still dumbfounded you didn’t say anything, just stared at him, admittedly a bit lost in his eyes. He sighed again and looked away.
“Eat,” he said, ”you must be hungry.”
“…not really,” you replied.
In truth he was right, you were super hungry, but you didn’t trust him one bit. Even if he was the most good-looking man, you had ever laid eyes on.
Or maybe it was because of that.
“Um.. could you take me to the hospital, please? I really need medical attention,” you tried instead.
“No. I can’t” he replied with no hesitation, “I’m honestly sorry, but there is no way you can go to a hospital.”
“What? Why in the world-” you started, but he cut you off.
“I’m so sorry. You can’t begin to imagine how sorry I am. Honestly, I would want nothing more than being able to take you to a doctor, but I can’t.“
He paused at the desperate and scared look on your face. He then gestured towards the tray of delicious looking foods.
“It’s not poisoned or drugged or anything I promise. Eat now. You need the energy to heal up quickly, okay?”
He walked towards the door.
“You’re not leaving this place for now, so you have no other choice anyway” he quietly added before exiting the room.
You watched the door shut and heard the keys turn again.
He locked you in here.
Tears filled up your eyes as fear took over you once again and you cried for a while thinking about your friends and family, who you’d probably never see again if you died in here and wondered how you got into this mess.
He was a psycho after all.
When he woke up that morning, he was laying half on top of you, like a dog guarding his toy, covered in blood from head to toe with hands and neck still in the large iron fetters he had ripped off the wall the previous evening.
He felt disgusting.
Guilt crept up on him when he recovered vague memories of what had happened. He sat up and saw you. Beautiful and fragile you laid there in front of him, covered in bruises, cuts and blood. A trail of red tinted mud and painted leaves headed up the stairs of the front porch and led to the spot he was laying with you. It looked sickening.
Shaken to his core at the scene in front of him, he tumbled up and fled towards the trees, trembling. The taste of blood in his mouth and the reality of what he’d done proved too much to handle, and he threw up.
Shivering, he was clinging on to a tree, hot tears flowing down his cheeks, as he realised he had murdered someone.
He didn’t know then, that he hadn’t actually killed you.
That, he only found out after returning to the porch to clean up the mess he created, to somehow make the horrible night disappear so he could try and forget about it, knowing full well it would haunt him for the rest of his life.
When he saw your chest rise and fall in shallow breaths, he broke down and cried again. Sitting next to you, he pitied you with all his heart, wondering, if you would’ve been better off dead rather than sharing this nightmare of a fate.
If you survived, it meant you were infected.
You were like him now.
A werewolf.
And with the next full moon, you would transform for the first time, a painful procedure, still hurting him every time even after all these years.
He had carried you inside, he had taken care of your injuries, had driven to the pharmacy and gotten painkillers and ointment. He had spent the day by your side and taken care of you while you were still unconscious.
Then he drove back to the city, to drop by his home and go to a supermarket to get you food for when you woke up.
Not knowing what you liked he got everything he could think of.
What if you were vegan? Or gluten intolerant?
He wanted to cover all the bases and ended up buying enough for 3 or 4 people before he hurried back to the cottage. By the time he arranged everything on the platter and went back to your room you had woken up.
You were looking at him in terror and pain.
It shattered his heart to look at you.
Now he was standing outside of your room. He could hear you sob aloud and it made him feel lousy. He didn’t know what to say to you, how to explain this mess and he had ended up being rude. He was aware that he sounded like a criminal or something when he talked to you earlier. He wanted to come inside, to hug you and cry with you and mostly apologise.
Apologise for what he did to you yesterday, apologise for the pain he had caused you and for all the pain still awaiting you.
But what was an apology worth when he had changed your life forever.
“Hey, psycho…”
He heard from inside your room after the sobbing died down a little and it hurt hearing that. Of course, you would think that of him. What else would you think after he had locked you in a room telling you weren’t going anywhere like a creep instead of hurrying to a doctor. He wished he could’ve taken you, he wished they could’ve fixed you, but you were one of them now. Only you didn’t know. You didn’t know that your wounds were already rapidly healing, that any doctor would’ve caught on, would’ve noticed the abnormal behaviour of your body and he couldn’t have let that happen.
Werewolves were living ok because no one knew of them. They had come up with methods of hiding, and they had worked. Werewolf hunts had died down around the 16th century, and people forgot. Folklore, they called it, and people nowadays believed it was all a myth. Fiction. But it wasn’t, and he swore he was not going to be the reason of their people dying again, they suffered enough already.
So he had no choice. He knew you’d be fine anyways.
“Hey Psycho, I know you’re theere” you continued calling for him quietly.
The door opened with a creak and Mr Psycho stepped in again. He was truly gorgeous, you thought, too bad he was crazy. You noticed he was carrying a thick book with him this time as he turned to lock the door behind him.
As if I’d try to run with all these injuries you thought to yourself. The pain had died down a lot, but you concluded he must’ve slipped you painkillers after he had found you in the forest or something.
“I’m not a psycho. Stop calling me that,” he muttered.
“Right and I’m not locked up in here when I should be in a hospital,” you started again. “Just my luck that a psycho finds me in the forest after a rabid monster attacks me. I might actually have rabies now! Please! You have to take me to the city!” you continued, trying not to yell out in frustration.
“Stop it,” he snapped, “Please. Stop calling me a psycho. You don’t know how awful I feel about all of this. Besides, you don’t have rabies you’re perfectly fine,” he said assertively while still facing the door just his head tilted towards you.“How would you know?! How could you possibly know that? You didn’t see that thing! Speaking of- how did you even find me?!” you raised your voice at him.
“Please, girl, I’ll explain everything if you just stop yelling accusations at me and listen for a minute!” He replied just as loudly.
He turned around with a stern look on his face and slowly came over to you. You shut up when you saw his face.
He looked so miserable and defeated, and you wondered if he was telling the truth about feeling sorry about locking you up here.
He sat down and threw the book between you. You read the title.
Lycanthropy
That’s it. No author or other information.
You didn’t know what lycanthropy meant either.
“What is this?” you asked confused and looked up at him.
He was silent for a moment, just staring at the ground.
“Your new bible,” he then replied.
You raised an eyebrow at him.
He looked up at you with such a serious expression, it erased any doubts you had about him joking.
What in the world was he talking about?!
After a tense pause, he continued speaking.
“I didn’t find you in the forest, I found you walking down the street yesterday night,” he revealed.
“I’m the ’rabid monster’ that brought you here.”
You stared at him in disbelief, and he took note of that.
“I know it’s hard to believe me, but you will have to. It’ll all sound like bullshit, you’ll think I’m either mad or messing with you but I’m not. I really wish I was.”
He gestured towards the book.
“Lycanthropy. From Greek ‘lykos’ meaning wolf and ‘anthropos’ meaning human,” he continued as he looked you in the eyes.
“Do you know what the moon looked like yesterday?”
You understood what he was getting at, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to take him seriously. He was right about you thinking he was crazy or messing with you, but how could you possibly believe what he was trying to tell you.
“You’re not seriously trying to tell me you’re a fucking werewolf?”
He looked down at the book with a bitter sneer.
“omg…you are” you whispered.
“I know it sounds ridiculous. Trust me, I know. But yes. That is exactly what I’m trying to tell you, and that’s why I locked you up here instead of taking you to a hospital… You do know what happens when you get bitten by a werewolf, right?” he looked at you with knowing eyes.
“I’ve heard…” you said, praying it was untrue.
“I’m sorry,” he said once again.
“No…” you started shaking your head.
“No, you’re totally messing with me! Do you think I’m stupid?!” you raised your voice in denial at his implication.
“Look for yourself,” he said, hinting at your bandages.
You stared at him, looking for the trace of a held back smile to reveal he was joking but found nothing but sadness.
You reached for your bandages and frantically started unwrapping them, expecting deep gashes in your body at the memory of the enormous fangs the man claimed were his. The white wraps loosened and fell down revealing your injuries.
Nearly healed injuries.
No, you thought, there must be another explanation for this. Maybe I was out cold longer than a day! I must’ve been! That’s probably what happened. I fell into a coma, and this sick fuck is messing with me for fun.
As if he read your thoughts he lifted his hands up in a defensive matter.
“I swear I’m not joking,” he said once again.
“Look, I know it’s hard to believe, but even if you don’t believe me, please play along for now! I can’t risk people finding out about…” he paused for a second, “… us. You didn’t come home yesterday or messaged anyone your friends and family are surely worried about you now,” he continued.
Wait.. was he going to let you go?
You tilted your head sceptically.
“I didn’t touch your things. They’re over there,” he pointed to the table. “Go message someone and tell them you’re fine for now.”
Of course, he wasn’t…
You tried getting up while eyeing him. He didn’t move an inch or tried to stop you, so you walked over to the table and picked up your bag. The wounds were virtually healed and thus hardly hurt anymore. You saw him watching you from his spot on the floor, as you opened the bag and took out your phone.
He really wasn’t gonna stop you? What if you called the police?
He’s either dumb or naive, you thought as you put your bag back and looked at your phone.
You halted when you saw the date. He wasn’t lying after all.
Next to a whole bunch of missed calls, the messages on your phone further proved his point.
Sooyon: “Y/N did you get home safe? why aren’t you replying to us? There’s police everywhere and they found blood on the streets to yours!!” 2h ago
Sooyon: “U home or what? Did you forget to text us??” 10h ago
Sooyon: “ANYWAYS let us know when you’re home!!” 11h ago
Sooyon: “Ahahahaha I wish you were here for that- hana just slipped on dog poo!! 😂😂😂” 11h ago
“See,” you suddenly heard him say right behind you and you jumped around. You hadn’t heard him get up, but he was standing opposite you now.
“I didn’t lie about this.”
Your mouth was agape with shock at the realisation that he actually told the truth. Your deep wounds had indeed healed within a matter of a few hours.
“Oh wow…” you whispered and pinched yourself.
“Glad to see you’re finally understanding,” he said and smiled at you for the first time, though it was a pained smile. You took a few seconds to collect yourself, trying hard to keep calm and not break down yelling and crying. When you felt like you could breathe again, you looked up at him, not sure what to feel or what to say. This was crazy.
“Um…” you started, voice shaking.
“… I… I really don’t know what to say.”
He reached out and patted your shoulder reassuringly.
“It… has its upsides?” he tried to lift your mood and giggled so innocently it made you smile despite your situation. He suddenly seemed really nice, now that you knew he was actually being honest with you the entire time.
“I’m Jungkook,” he said suddenly.
“What’s your name?”
“Y/N,” you replied after a couple of seconds, not quite processing the change of mood in the conversation.
“So… you’re gonna tell me what happened and what’s gonna happen next?” you asked him.
“Of course I will! I owe you an explanation at the very least after what I’ve done to you,” he shook his head.
“I know it’s probably the most ridiculous thing to say right now but… don’t worry? I promise I’ll help you with everything you need to know and you’ll get used to it real soon!” he said and it made you smile again. Funny how the psycho from a minute ago suddenly seemed so sweet and trustworthy to you.
“But seriously, Y/N, text your friends back first!”
hey hey hey ;) Would it be possible to have a werewolf!Jungkook thingy ? A scenario where he finds his mate or smth idk it's up to you, I'm just a sucker for au's c: tyty ♥
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