Lycanthrope Child

Some information about me, my powers, and my abilities.

• My name is Alexis and I am a lycanthrope. My nickname is Lexi.
• I have been a lycanthrope since I was two. That was three years ago.
• I was born on October thrity-first. Lucky me.
• I am an orphan. My mother died while giving birth to me. My dad was murdered. He blamed me for killing my mother.
• I have been on my own for a year or so now. I like it this way. More freedom.
• I don't have any friends except my rag doll. Her name is Lilly.
• I stand at about two feet tall. I have brown curly hair down to the middle of my back. My eyes are a light crystal blue.
• I am extremely intelligent and very well learned for someone of my age.
• I don't fight if I don't have to. I don't like it. It scares me.
• I have a secret. A deep, dark secret. I can't tell anyone. They'd hate me and want me dead if I told.
• I have a short temper. And I usually act on my temper even though I don't fight a lot.
• I don't trust men. Or boys. They scare me.
• I hear things and see things that aren't usually there. They called me
• I have an astral-projection of myself. It's really fun to project myself.
• I can levitate myself.
• I have telekenesis and telepathy.
• I am small so I can hide in almost any place.
• I can run quickly.
• I am very agile and very flexible.
• I know some magic and a bit of healing.
• I can communicate with all animals.
• I am a rather good theif.
• I can make myself invisible when I want to.

I didn't mean to do it. Honest. It just sort of......happened. I mean, I was being threatened and hurt. You would have done the same thing if you were in my position. I just know it.

He was drunk again. Mad. In a rage. He started screaming at me. Started to say how it was all my fault. Said I should have been the one who died instead of her. Said I didn't deserve to live.

He came after me. I screamed and ran, but he caught me. He threw me against the wall. I screamed louder wishing the house was closer to other humans as I hit the wall hard with a loud thud. He picked me up again and threw my again, this time onto the bed. I screamed and kicked. I couldn't think straight. I tried to change, but my head hurt too much.

I saw his dagger. I thought, "Oh no. This is it. He's going to kill me," and screamed louder than ever. He brought the dagger down and held it to my throat. "Any more noise out of you, and I'll slit your throat, girl," he snarled at me. I shut up quickly.

I watched in terror as he stripped the clothes off of me. I shook violently as he touched me all over with his sweaty, rough, calloused hands. I closed my eyes as he felt inside me with his long, chubby fingers. I bit my bottom lip tightly with my eyes closed as I felt the weight of his body nearly crush me.

I tried to block it out, but I couldn't. I could feel his pelvis thrusting harder and harder against me. Tears started to run down my cheeks. I wanted to scream, but I remembered his threat. I felt his lips wrap around my tiny breats and nipples. I felt him run his tongue all over my body. I shudder at it all.

He collapsed on the floor soon after he was done. I shook with fear and put my dress back on. I couldn't take it any longer. I ran to the shed and grabbed the hatchet that was there. I raced inside to where he was sprawled out.

He looked disgusting. I raised the hatchet high in the air and brought it down quickly. Blood splattered everywhere. I did it again. And again. And again. I did it until I saw his chest rise and fall for the last time.

I had done it. I had killed my father.

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