Hinovel
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Tenebris. That's the nickname they gave me. They heard about a woman who used to kill in the night and like a superhero or rather a supervillain, a person was born. Finally, I rather resuscitated to tell the truth. Revenge guided my murders and then it was money's turn. Even if in reality, the blood, the dead, the poisons attract me more than anything, they make me alive. There are times when I think back to what I was. I even allow myself between two victims to think of my brother. I tried in vain to understand why a werewolf destroyed everything I knew and condemned me to this shitty life at the same time, but I gave up. I believe that in all this rotten daily life, the only positive thing was my oldest friend: loneliness. Just the word makes me want to smile. Besides, I am currently beaming thinking about it. After betrayals that have come out of nowhere, unexplained deaths, this word brings me more joy than any friend on this earth. So why did I agree to help the Alpha Supreme pack? Especially since, how could I have known that a kind of big badly licked wolf was my soulmate?! I had a one in a million chance of finding him one day and a one in a billion chance of staying under his roof and I hit the jackpot. I'm a hated, feared wolf, known across the country, I've been through things no one should know, I've survived where others would have died a hundred times over, and yet I am like a kid scared of the Alpha Supreme. Not from him. No, I'm afraid of his eyes. Of his blue eyes. So sublime. So penetrating. So inaccessible. In short, I am Tenebris. It's five o'clock in the morning and I can't sleep because in all this screwed up universe, I had to meet my soul mate today.
1
It seems to me that I haven't always been like this, gloomy. I became so through failures, pains, mistakes, sobbing. Blood has flowed and now it's my turn to dye the land red. I cry out for blood and I have an insatiable thirst. I like its texture, its color, its smell. Everything about this liquid attracts me.
Speaking of which, it's time for me to accomplish what I was created to do. I must pursue my prey to kill it in a long and painful torture.
I head to my closet where binders containing all the information on my targets are stored. I pull out the big document on my next victim. I've been tracking him for a long time. But his important position gives him protection, however, tonight is the moment when I can finally kill him. This lycanthrope has been conspiring against the supreme pack for too long. And I took it upon myself to stop him before it was too late.
I look once again at the plans of his house and the photos I took for location scouting, then I finally put away the filing cabinet, ready.
I then take out my little black notebook in front of my large mirror. Then I read aloud the name of the one I have to kill: Klynn Vaman.
I take my eyes off my deadly notebook to stare straight ahead at the reflection facing me. As soon as I look at this foreign woman, I feel nothing. I don't feel his pain or his anger. I only see his expressionless face, half-hidden by a black mask that only shows his eyes. Her eyeballs are surrounded by long black hair that draws in the light of the moon, towards midnight blue. Its forms are covered with a tight black jumpsuit adorned with cases hiding several weapons and poisons of all kinds.
I then immerse myself in my dark gaze. My look disgusts me. It does not reflect any color, any feeling. Just emptiness, an endless pit of darkness. Lifeless eyes. The woman in front of me is dead. Dead forever, too long.
I'm just an empty bloodthirsty werewolf. And the worst thing is that this reality is really indifferent to me.
When I have to kill someone, it's my human part that does it and not my wolf. She's worse than me if I let her get away at a time like this the consequences won't be the nicest. I think the next day everyone will be able to see the news:
“A wolf killed the entire population of the town of Frélême. We questioned its human part and the latter had the only answer: "My wolf had the slab." »
She's always been like that, she wants blood and revenge and until the latter is done she will remain bloodthirsty, like me.