A young woman becomes cursed and changes into a demon
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The bus screeched to a stop with a hiss that went unnoticed by the unruly children riding in their seats. Waves of laughter echoed through the vehicle along with the muted sounds of videos playing on phones.
Fatma slipped her arm through her backpack’s strap while stepping into the aisle. She carefully made her way through the chaos, moving around splayed legs and bags until she reached the driver.
“Thank you,” she told the driver with a smile, as she had every day. …
At the conclusion to the story, Heather succumbs to her thirst and learns what happens when she loses control.
Heather lost track of her dreams, memories and reality. She thought Teri tried to wake her up twice but she wasn’t sure whether she was dreaming it or remembering the morning before. She dreamed she was flying and it was as glorious as she remembered. Wind buffeted her face and fur and she spiraled down to the ground before swooping back up. Catching prey in flight. Claws rending flesh. The smell of blood filling the air. The rush of excitement from the chase and the kill. …
Part 3 of 4. Heather begins to change as night approaches.
“Heather,” Teri whispered. “Are you awake?”
Bright morning light peeked around the edge of the thick, red curtains of their east-facing window. Heather groaned as her eyes fluttered open. Her body felt heavily and useless, as if she were buried under the thick, old quilt. Her freckles stood out in harsh contrast against her pale skin.
“It’s almost noon, Heather,” Teri continued to whisper. “I’ve already had breakfast and explored the town a bit. Do you still not want to get up?”
Still? Heather thought wearily. Speaking seemed to take too much effort. …