The sunset was coming, and a girl ran threw the woods. She ran faster and faster, Threw the thin and then thick. Vines hit her and thrones dug in her skin. The sun was setting and she had to hurry and get threw the forest to a deep spot. She past a few people but she kept going. Finally she made it and she got on her knees. She was ready. The sun set and her eyes turned yellow, her back arched and fur began to come all over her, Her face deformed to a wolf and soon it was dark. A figure set where Lindsey had set. It stood up and looked to the moon. She had two more days. She howled into the night, calling anything. Her howl was well heard threw the night, and she then started to run on all fours. She saw normal people but she was following her nose, she finally stopped and looked threw some bushes to see a vanpire. She ran out and she saw him about to suck the blood of a little child. She hit the Vanpire and slayed him. She howled and the girl ran off. She then ran back into the woods. She hated one thing, she could never be loved...