The Werewolves were not the full truth of the missing people, but Cyprus wouldn’t find that out until much later. Oh! She was a Werewolf alright, but it was a deranged Saint that was turning people into Werewolves.
After being attacked Cyprus’s parents were scared of her, and made her sleep in the barn. They had an underground food storage area that had only one way in and one way out. Cyprus’s father put a heavy metal door on the underground storage, with chains and a huge lock. …show more content…
Cyprus was starting to think this was going to be her only life, a life of sleeping underground on a cold dirt floor. Her father had told her he would not allow her mother’s handmade quilts to be destroyed by the dirt, so she was not even allowed a blanket.
The next morning Cyprus woke to see the basement in shambles, their food supply scattered everywhere. As Cyprus looked around she noticed deep crevices on the walls, she walked over and ran her hand along them while her mind registered what they were, ---claw marks. Cyprus looked down at her hands and they were covered with blood she started shaking. She looked past her hands and noticed perfectly formed paw prints in the dirt. She didn’t know what to do she couldn’t remember what happen. Her mind was slow to register that it had to have been her, which left the marks. Her mind seemed to regain some clarity, and she heard her father’s voice in her head. “This is your curse, not ours.” He had said those words every night as he locked the storage door. She thought it was his way of condoning his actions to himself. Cyprus realized it was almost dawn, and decided to clean the mess. Cyprus was trying to hurry before her Father come to let her out in hopes he would not see what had happen, ---Or he might not let her out, …show more content…
She looked and thought she didn’t look any different still with what she thought to be nice chocolate brown waist length hair that had nice wavy tresses. She had what she thought to be amazing eyes they were black with flakes of dark green, and in the light they look like a dark emerald green a feature she thought unique. Cyprus heard her father hammering something out in the barn and knew she needed to get going.
Cyprus opened the front door to leave and a wave of sadness come over her she didn’t know where it had come from. She later learned it had come from her mother that she had felt her mother’s feelings of remorse. She was in tears and had no idea why, but not wanting her father to see, she ran from the house. Cyprus ran until she hit the woods, by then the tears had dried up.
The deeper into the woods she got the happier she felt until she spotted claw marks on a tree that matched the ones in the basement. Cyprus looked around and realized she was in the same spot where she had been attacked. Her fear triggered her senses to become fully aware of her surroundings. Her sensation of hearing, seeing, and smelling intensified tenfold and was causing Cyprus severe pains to her