Vincent's night was not going as peaceful as he had hoped, sleep was impossible with the heat. He moved towards the air conditioned wall unit and placed it on the lowest setting. He ripped at his shirt and flopped onto his bed only to return to the unit and lean over it. His body had started sweating and his head was throbbing. The room was suffocating him, dressed in only a pair of silken pajama bottoms he went outside gasping for air.<br/><br/>The night had gown eerily silent, fog rolled across the road, but that was not keeping his attention. Like a moth to the flame his eyes went to the moon, the pain coursing through his body was intensified. His chest heaved and he felt his right hand slap his forehead and clench. His nails tore at the flesh, nearly blinding him in confusion he ran after leaving a bloody hand mark on the doors and windows to his room. With blood in his eyes he relived his violent path, he screamed but he doubted anyone could help him.<br/><br/>He needed to use his other hand to rip back the one that was tearing off the chunk of flesh from his brow and when he did he stared wide eyes at the claw he was looking at. Pushing it away from him, offering it to the moon by mistake and froze in terror as his arm thickened before his eyes. The heat was gone but he felt the chill of night before his arm sprouted thick hairs. Vincent yelled again for help before his expanding chest made him go silent and the last sound he made was a howl to the moon god. He was a rather large man by build but what he became was unsure to him, this one one of the first times his mind was still his own...at least for the moment it was. His lungs felt heavy with magma, he could hear the bones in his body snap and rearrange into its new form. His eyes went black and white but he could see better than he ever could, the scent!<br/><br/>A scent was calling him, but it was far away and he chased. Each thick log and dimming light passed by in a blur. His mind had gone primal, he wanted to eat and mate in that order. The moon taunted him, he howled at it loudly telling it to leave him alone. Meat was nearby, fresh meat! It was trying to escape with a wag of a bushy tail, the scent was close but the meat was closer! It was easy to catch the deer, mewing in agony before Vincent crunched his now fanged jaws over its neck.<br/><em>When did I have such large fangs?!</em><br/>The thought was short lived, he tore the creature to pieces and devoured the warm flesh, leaving an empty shell. Another howl to the moon, this one thanking it for the feast. The scent of blood lingering in his senses but the next urge was not taking over! He had no control over himself and carried the remaining carcass with him in case he was hungry later.<br/><br/>Up top a hill, the scent was its strongest. A home in the isolated woods, the smell was in the car. He approached the creature with a growl, sniffing the metal of the side before he looked inside into the face of a monster, his reflection! He growled and smashed the creature onto its side, ripping out its (metal) gut's with sheer force. It howled with every strike, tearing the vehicle to pieces. The tattered remains of his pajamas and his kill scattered over the new kill. The creature did not have the scent, it was inside! He rushed towards with a tackle but the old oak stood firm, he clawed at it, leaving deep lacerations but it remain firm. He lurked around and saw the beast once more in the reflective glass...it was him! The headaches returned and he fled as quickly as he could, confused and scared of what was happening.<br/><br/>And without warning the beast disappeared deep in the forest, heading in a new direction, a scent that was stronger but different in many ways...<br/>(Continued in werewolf thread)