Rating:
PG
House:
The Dark Arts
Characters:
Remus Lupin
Genres:
Angst
Era:
Multiple Eras
Spoilers:
Prizoner of Azkaban
Stats:
Published: 05/25/2004
Updated: 05/25/2004
Words: 709
Chapters: 1
Hits: 287

Biting You

Sammeh_G

Story Summary:
Written from the perspective of the werewolf who bit Remus, detailing some of his own transformation and his feelings about the attack.
Posted:
05/25/2004
Hits:
287

I wish that I had kept you with me little boy.

Pale; blue-lipped boy.

Your daddy thought you were dead, but no. There was the barest, faintest flow of blood through your veins...not the ravaged ones, where I bit you...but through your organs and your brain.

I think you were dreaming then, because I can remember my change. It isn't always a vicious attack you know. No, you don't know. You're a little boy. You don't know about lusting monsters, but you will. You've seen them, because you're dreaming. I can see my thick blood over yours, I knew you'd change.

So you must be dreaming. I've bitten you, and it doesn't matter about how young you are you'll dream of slippery blood and long claws. When mummy strokes back the hair from her little boy's face--"He will get better won't he?"-- and he twitches and writhes in the dreams, your small body will be wracked not with pain as she imagines but with the lust.

My knees are scraped raw; I crawled away from you. No, they were raw before that. My body is scratched, bruised bitten. The skin is thin and stretched tight over my screaming bones.

When I ran into these woods, it felt like they were melting. My mind became unknown to me; my thoughts were too far spread, the pain was too much. I was wild, mad. There are moments of clarity. This is one of them, and later...who knows, I forget.

Before this, you were laying there. Now you are not, and I wish to God you were. To link the past to the present, so that I am sure of reality! There wasn't a reason you were bitten, I hope you won't imagine that there was. I don't have a thing for blondes; the wolf made no distinction. Want. That is everything. When I knew that I had done, and had a form that was a hideous distortion of a human being, I laid beside you. Blood poured from you, and made me gag.

I whispered it to you, and I shall whisper it again now. I want to tell it.

The brothers loved each other. From the moment they were born, and placed into a cot together, white skin against white skin. Their mother was alone in the world, and since she could not bear for her son's to endure this same sadness she would not allow their separation.

For years, their only comfort was one another. So long as they stayed together they did not have to experience the same sadness that had killed their mother. When a Monster bit one of them, he vanished for months, and though he knew that his brother was not dead the other twin mourned his brother.

It was almost a year before the transformed brother returned, and when he saw his mirror-image for the first time again he tried to reclaim the happiness he had known. They spent a night embracing, and a day, but when the night came again they truly came together again.

You see...he bit me, I did not hear his transformation because I slept. He knocked me out, and when the moon rose full over the horizon he became a wolf and sank his teeth deep into me. It was a wonder that I lived. It must have been

so hard to not eat me, because the wolf does not have the same agenda as the human. Somehow I was safe, and some how, the next night I woke and became the same as he.

In each other's company we were complete, howling at the moon together, curled together in sleep when the sun came back and made us human. It was not to last, a silver bullet sank through my dear brother's heart as he bounded ahead of me....

When I laid beside you, little boy, I remembered my humanity. My sanity. I have been in these woods for years I think, I stayed here when he died, it was easier to loose my mind in the transformation and never regain it than to exist in the void that I had been cast into.

I wish I had kept you with me, we might have loved one another.