The red-eyed assholes were after me again. I barely had a few seconds at a time to rest before I could smell them advancing on me. The wind had been blowing from behind me all day and I was grateful for it. Otherwise, I wouldn't have known that the sweet-smelling douches weren't far behind me.

You see, I'm a werewolf, and those emo-looking dicks hate me for some reason. They're so annoying, constantly slaughtering what's rightfully mine. You see, I am an expert at werewolf slaughter and I made it my life's purpose to hunt them down and rip them limb from limb. I'm much better equipped to handle my own kind than those flowery scented asshats. You see, my kind trusts me when we're all in wolf-mode. They smell that I'm one of them, and therefore not on the menu (as there are extremely few things that aren't on the menu for them). It's also like I have werewolf-GPS built into my skull when the full moon is out. I think all wolves have this sense so we can come together to hunt as a pack. Plus, I have wicked sharp claws and teeth, immense strength, and strong fighting skills to boot.

Okay, you're probably confused, now.

"Why on earth is a werewolf trying to kill their own kind?" You're thinking in disbelief, "And how do they do it?"

Well kiddo, not just anyone can become a professional wolf slayer like me. I'm pretty special. I can fully control my wolf form, which I've never seen another wolf do. This means the full moon is not necessary for me to transform and I have complete control of myself. Although, I will admit that it's a bit harder to think clearly while the full moon is out. Other werewolves are unpredictable idiots who tear apart and eat anything that moves when they're transformed. That unpredictable, ferocious attitude of theirs is just one of the many reasons why I completely despise other werewolves. I'll get to the other reasons in a sec. First, I want to boast about my genius fighting tactics.

Charging into a pack of them head on is a death sentence. That seems to be the only offensive tactic that those sparkly dummies try to use. The only reason that they've succeeded is because of these off-the-wall, crazy powers I've seen them use. However, they've still lost many who don't have powers because of their headstrong battle tactics. Ugh, such idiots.

The proper way to kill werewolves is to lure one away from the pack. I pretend to scent prey or offer meat scraps to get them away from the others. Then, I quickly slash through their neck vertebrae and tear them apart before they can heal. It can be very exhausting to do this with large packs. Luckily, packs have dwindled in size (thanks to the red-eyed jackasses) and lone wolves are far more common nowadays.

Now that that's out of the way, I can finally explain why these oversized mutts are so despicable in my mind. First of all, they killed my parents and technically my brother. I say "technically" because I'm actually the one who killed him. Please save your judgement of my character for after my explanation, though. Not that I care what you think of me. I just hate it when people jump to conclusions.

Anyway, I had not other choice but to kill him… He was the one who murdered my parents and passed this curse onto me. Before him, another wolf had to have bitten him, but I was sure that one was long dead.

When I was fourteen, and my brother only eight, he was almost ripped apart by what we thought was a wild animal at the time. He lost his arm but "luckily" survived. After a few weeks of recovery, he was allowed to come home. My parents knew that seeing my sweet little brother in pain made me upset, so they let me go out with my friends a lot. One day, after a friend dropped me off at night, I came home to find a bloodied house. I immediately checked my brother's room to see if he was okay. There, I found my parents. What was left of them, at least.

My brother had turned into a big, black creature. It was too big for his previously small human frame. He chased me into the bathroom, where he got a good swipe at me with his one arm before getting tangled up in the shower curtain. As he untangled himself from the plastic sheet, I was able to run and lock myself in the basement. I know that being scratched didn't make you turn into a werewolf and I knew that back then, too. After all, the most perpetuated werewolf stereotype is that being bitten is what infects you. Still, I remembered seeing him lick the gore off of his claws and prayed that it wouldn't affect me. Such hope was useless.

A few days later, I changed into a beast like him and my new feral instincts forced me to leave my underground hideout. The instincts made me seek out the closest werewolf, who was my brother. When I found him, still in his room, he didn't attack me like I was afraid he was. He led me out to hunt instead and we sought out other wolves together. It turned out that there were much more than just us and the mysterious third wolf who transformed my now arm-less brother. There were at least five other wolves who hunted with us that night. No humans died at our hands, but many deer, domestic pets, and cattle did.

After the moon sank into the ground and the sun rose, my brother and I found ourselves still beasts while the others turned to men. The men simply stumbled home and my brother let them be. My common sense came back with the morning sun. The body that should have accompanied this awareness seemed lost and I was trapped within the monster. I felt frightened and didn't know what to do about this, so I followed my brother.

"Maybe he's as aware as I am and can help me!" I thought.

He led me back to our home, where I followed him into his room. There, on his floor, were the gnawed bones of my mother and father, whom we loved so dearly. He had no reaction to seeing them like this and made no movement to remove the horrible sight from his room. Seeing their remains was like a smack in the face. When I realized that my brother had almost picked their bodies clean, I realized he wasn't himself and needed to die. So, yeah. I killed him.

The next full moon brought my first glimpse of the red-eyes.

I still hadn't figured out how to turn back and decided to stay put inside the house, biting open cans and raiding the food left in the fridge to keep myself fed. I'd buried my parents in the back yard, but left my brother's body inside his room. The beast he died as was not himself, so I wouldn't give it a place beside my mother and father. I would often sit outside and stare at the slightly upraised piles of dirt that contained my parents. One night, I decided to go sit with them again. When I left my room, I smelled something sickly sweet and it was like alarms were inside my skull screeching, danger!

Whatever the scent was, it was something bad. I crept out and was shocked to find my brother's room was absent of his putrid carcass. I was very afraid that he somehow came back to life in the full moon, but that was- thankfully- not the case. Instead, what I found was my parents' dirty remains in the middle of the living room carpet. Their parts were carefully placed back in order, as if they had just slumped to the ground and magically rotted.

Someone, a human form in black, was replacing the batteries in our smoke detector. He then proceeded to pour something smelly all over the room. I escaped his notice, since his back was turned to me and he seemed focused on his task. After emptying the gas can in his hand, he ran to our sliding glass doors inhumanly fast and tossed a match into the room before completely disappearing into the night. The room erupted in flames and I hightailed it out of the living room before I could burn with my parents. I squeezed through my room's small window and watched from the hill by our country home as flames danced from it.

My next encounter with the dangerous smelling people was after I decided to make it my life's mission to destroy the creatures who led to my parents' demise. I was trying to kill stray wolves before they caught up to others and formed a pack. That was how I used to kill them, and I still do it every now and then, but only if the others are a sizable distance away. If I was too close and they heard our fight, the pack would come running to the aid of the other wolf.

This was exactly what happened before the red-eyes appeared. I'd just torn one wolf's throat open when another one came leaping at me. I yelped and tried to run off, but more came and another grabbed me. It started clawing and snapping at my face and I probably should have been killed that night. Fate didn't let me die just yet, though. One of those pale assholes pulled the wolf off of me and punched its face in. Other pale ones in dark cloaks started pouring out of the woodwork and I barely escaped. They culled the pack, but it took all night and they lost a couple of their fighters. When the sun rose, they easily killed the disoriented men and women who transformed back into their vulnerable human forms.

I learned several things from that experience, mostly about the red-eyes. One: Do not use that method to kill werewolves when they're so close to a pack. Two: Have a healthy fear and respect of the sweet-scented red-eyes. Two and a half: those guys are still kind of assholes for killing what was rightfully mine to destroy. (I mean, I tracked that pack for weeks! What the hell?!) Three: Burning the pale jerks kills them, while biting them leaves permanent injuries. Four: Ripping their limbs off with brute force or claws does nothing. They reattach their limbs after licking them. Ewww. Four: Their spit has to be some sort of miracle glue!

Number four turned out to be stupid, I know. What? I was like 15 and still quite naïve. I got bitten a few months afterward by one of those guys and it burned like hell. I don't know how that satanic substance could possibly serve a useful function after that awful experience. The night I suffered that bite was yet another time I almost died. Again, those fucking dicks ambushed a pack I was methodically destroying. I ran off with a bunch of those pale asshats clinging to me, trying to bring me down. I flung 'em off and they expected me to turn and fight them. Nah, I fled like a chicken. That caught them by surprise. They tracked me for a good three days or so before I lost them. I haven't had another run-in with them until today.

You're expecting me to continue on with the details of their pursuit now, but I'm not quite ready yet. First, I need to tell you about Mandie. It wouldn't be fair to my best friend if I didn't mention anything about her. After all, she kept me company for years. Without her, I would have no one. She was born a boy, but always felt more like a woman. I thought she was crazy at first, but I grew to understand and admire her. I grew up out in the country, where they're not really tolerant of that stuff, so that's why I was a little weirded out at first. Listening to her happily educate me about it helped me understand that it actually happens to a lot of people. Before we were friends, he just started out as a werewolf who I was going to kill.

The red-brown wolf was scrawnier than the others, so I saved it for last. It would be an easy kill. However, destroying the other two who were with it took longer than expected. The sun rose, so I stalked after it, waiting for it transform. I'd never killed a wolf in human form because it wouldn't be fair. Waking up in the woods covered in blood and mud and not knowing how you got there was scary enough without having a big creature coming up and attacking you. I was contemplating killing them anyway, since I really didn't want to stay in this area until the next full moon just to wait for them. We were close to a city and I was constantly on edge; Afraid that someone might catch sight of me. The wolf didn't turn back when it should have, though. After a few hours of wandering in the sunlight, it finally walked calmly to a creek to wash off the blood from its hunt.

After cleaning itself, the red-brown wolf finally transformed back into a young, lithe man with red hair down to his shoulders. This was before I knew she was actually a woman.

The man yelled, "I could smell someone there. Come out, you!"

He nearly fell on his ass in the water when he saw I was still a wolf. I turned into a human in front of him and we found out that we were a lot like each other. I had a lot more control, but we could both transform whenever we wanted to. I later found that her wolf form was kinda stupid and she needed a lot of insistent nudging from me so she wouldn't wander into towns whenever we travelled together. Anyway, I thought he was a lunatic when he told me he was transsexual, to call him Mandie, and to refer to him as a woman. I actually let go of my petty opinions on gender-based conduct and learned to be a decent human being, er, werewolf? She definitely looked feminine, but her cheeks would get scruffy out in the wilderness. Sometimes, I'd offer to help her shave with my claws, but it usually resulted in a lot of cuts. Claws weren't made for shaving, after all. When we were out in public, her facial hair made her very self-conscious. This put her on-edge and made Mandie a little… touchy. Being out in public was very stressful. Any rude comments thrown her way would make me worry she was gonna go wolf on them and blow our cover. Heck, some of the slurs thrown her way made me want to go ballistic. I know how to hold my temper, though. Mandie did too, but being so dysphoric and afraid around other people made it difficult for her to keep.

That was how I lost her. A drunk man and his buddies had said horrible, obscene things to her and I had to talk her out ripping his face off.

I told her, "It's not a big deal. People are going to say bad things when you're dressed like that."

Needless to say, she blew up on me and ran off. I used a poor choice of words, I'll admit, but I was tired and just wanted to get out of the stupid hick town we were travelling through. Before she ran away, she told me she hated me and that I was a terrible friend for not supporting her. I deserved that, though. I should have told her that she was allowed to wear whatever she wanted. It wasn't her fault that she was trapped in a body that betrayed who she really was. Those men were intolerant idiots whose idea of fun was drinking till they nearly gave themselves alcohol poisoning. Who were they to judge how someone should live their life?!

I shouldn't have let her run away. The moment she fled, I felt like I lost part of myself. I should have just found her and apologized, but I was so upset with myself. I'd never killed anyone who wasn't infected, but I wanted to avenge her. I wanted to make my wrong right. All my morality jumped out the window. All I felt was my anger at their actions it made me sink to a level lower than those drunken rats who shouted at her.

I flirted with them and led them into an alley. There, I tore them apart. That was the first time I ever killed anyone "innocent". And by innocent, I mean "not a werewolf". In terms of good morals, they weren't innocent. But what if they were only shouting because of their lost sobriety? What if they were actually decent people when they weren't drunk? Doubts and questions like that plagued my mind after I murdered them. I regretted killing them the moment I did. I wanted to do right by Mandie, but that was not the way to do it. If I ever found her, I don't think I could admit what I did. She would probably feel like it was her, but it was far from it. It was own stupid, irresponsible, immoral action.

Killing them came with much more than a guilty conscience. The red-eyes came after me when they found out about it. I found a newspaper in a small town a few miles away with a headline declaring: VIDEO EXPERTS DECLARE WEREWOLF VIDEO A HOAX. And right there was a black and white photo of me clawing at one of the men, supposedly taken from the original video. It was blurry and obviously shot by a security camera. Thank goodness for you internet dweebs who decided that I was nothing but special effects and that werewolves were nothing but a furry's wet dream. I especially extend my thanks to whoever V0LT_32 is, who apparently commented, "Do ppl really have nothing better to do than make this fake stuff to scare gullible kiddies? Ur effects r so bad u had to make the vid blurry. LOL!" on YouTube. I looked it up online in a public library and that was one of the most popular comments. Really though, the video was blurry due to humidity and the fact that it was shot on a poor quality camera. But whatever helps you sleep at night, V0LT_32. Thanks again!

Anyway, this basically catches up with the start of this chapter. Them being so close to catching me made me worry that they also found Mandie. Her wolf form was dumb enough to pick a fight with them without thinking. I smelled the red-eyes closer than ever just a few hours ago and I've been sprinting away from them ever since. You might think that hours of full out running would be exhausting. It is, but running on all fours is way faster than running on two legs. I also have extreme stamina due to being a werewolf. Plus, I've spent many years roaming forests. This conditioned my muscles in addition to what the transformation did. I only really get tired if I don't eat as much as I should. I try to eat at least one or two elk a day, along with munching on whatever edible plants I come across. And yes, I mean whole elk. Running around all day burns a lot calories and I'm a hungry girl, what can I say?

That's right, I'm not a man. Surprise! I'm a just a very badass woman. You all probably want to know my name and what I look like, so I'll tell ya. My name is Tasmine and I'm 19 (last I checked). I prefer to be called "Tazzy" or "Taz" for short. I am tall with long, dark brown hair and eyes to match. My werewolf form is pretty tall too and yes, muscular. All werewolves are muscular. My fur is dark brown like my hair, and I have even darker fur on my snout, my ears, the tips of my feet, and the tip of my tail.

Back to the storyline, now. The stupid red-eyes have been so close-by that I hardly have any time to rest or eat. As you can guess, that really started to fuck me up. Eventually, I couldn't run anymore. So I had no choice to but hole up under a tree and pray that they wouldn't find me. I might be able to get an two hours or three of sleep if they decided to slow down a little. I fell asleep the scent of pine and the sound of crickets.

'Aight, we're done here. I'll let Tazz sleep and let her continue about the Grand Vampire Chase later.

Yes, feel free to yell at me for posting yet ANOTHER story. Fear not, fair people of fanfiction dot net! I will continue Predator Turned Prey and TFW You're About to be Eaten by Vampires. I already have over half of each chapter written for those, I just have to scrape together some willpower and write the next half. ;n;

Please don't be hateful about me making a character transsexual. That's just really indecent, ya know? Also, I assure you that I fully support all trans people. Tazz was just weirded out about it and acted a bit like a jerk at first because it was the first time she'd ever heard about trans people and gender stereotype shit was kinda seared into her brain. She let all that stuff go because she's a big, badass, muscle-y wolf now. Rawr.

Did… did any of you catch the username V0LT_32? It stands for "Volturi 32". Why? The Volturi have 32 coven members. Did the Volturi write that comment? Yes, they definitely did. XD They had to step up their IT department, and making random profiles on social media is the best they can do as of late… They're old fashioned and technology scares them.

Also, please remember that "Tasmine" means twin. It will be important in the future, muahahaha…

I'm very tired. It's 7am and I've been up since midnight. My sleep schedule is all messed up and college resumes on the 9th. Kill me pls.

ALSO! I updated this on June 12th because I said wrote stuff that REALLY made me cringe. I don't think I was very respectful to Mandie either and I felt really bad about that. No one said anything, but I still felt like I was disrespectful. Sorry! If I say anything that bothers you, please let me know! Just keep in mind that I don't want to offend anyone! Except transphobes, of course. :D

But if you're against of the LGBTQ+ community then I'd prefer if you just fucked off. I have no patience nor desire to debate with intolerant people. You'll just be blocked and ignored.