The fair blonde girl's touch had an unexpected effect on Keith. Instead of triggering his aggression further, it seemed to soothe the primal turmoil within him. The rush of bloodlust and fury that had consumed him moments ago began to recede like a distant storm. The transformation that had started was halted, leaving Keith in a state of half-werewolf, half-human, with his wild, yellow eyes now gazing at the girl with a mix of curiosity and bewilderment.
"How did you...?" Keith managed to utter, his voice a mix of surprise and gratitude.
The girl smiled gently, her glowing eyes mirroring his own. "I have a special connection with our kind," she explained. "I can sense the turmoil you're going through, and I know what it's like to grapple with this dual nature."
"Dual nature? What is that supposed to mean?" Keith asked, confused at the word.
"That other thing you become is what I am talking about. You are a werewolf, Keith. I know that is hard to believe but that is what you are and you need to come with terms with that," the blonde girl said.
"A werewolf you say?" Keith said, his breathing becoming intense than earlier.
Keith's instincts told him to be cautious but there was something about her aura that felt familiar and comforting. He sensed no hostility from her, just an aura of understanding.
"I'm Olivia Blackwell," she introduced herself. "And I am here to help you get through this."
Keith's gaze softened, and his tense posture eased slightly. "I'm Keith," he replied, feeling a newfound sense of trust in this mysterious girl. "I never asked for this curse. I never wanted to hurt anyone."
"Calm down. It isn't a curse. Well, not what I would call it and I shall help you see that, too," Olivia said softly.
Keith couldn't help but stare at her bosom as she talked as the lust for its sight kept coming in between the action. She had a really attractive figure and was irresistible to the eye. For a moment, Keith forgot the mode of the conversation and switched to admiring the figure standing in front of him.
"You have caused quite a lot of trouble, Keith," Olivia interrupted,
"Hmm?" Keith answered, snapping out of his distracted self.
"The police authorities are everywhere looking for you, your feeding spree is causing unrest in the city, handsome," Keith said.
"I didn't do anything," Keith said in a low tone.
"You did and the situation is ugly right now," Olivia responded.
"I don't know. I can't seem to control this. It's like someone else is growing inside of me," Keith answered in a trembling voice.
"I can help you," Olivia said softly but Keith was no longer convinced. "Let me help you," she said further, moving closer to Keith. This time around, Keith was conscious of himself and didn't want to feel vulnerable in front of her so he snarled at her and ran off in fear.
Keith retreated to his bunker at a fast pace, his heart pounding in his chest, looking left and right to make sure Olivia didn't follow him. As he settled into the dimly lit space, his mind began to replay the encounter with Olivia. Her fair, blonde hair and gentle smile seemed to linger in his thoughts, mingling with the fear and confusion that still gripped him.
He found himself unable to shake the image of Olivia's beauty and charm. Her presence had stirred something within him that he couldn't quite comprehend. Keith had always been drawn to beautiful women, but this was different. There was an otherworldly allure to Olivia that went beyond mere physical attraction. It was as if she possessed a magnetism that transcended the boundaries of his own existence.
But amidst the turmoil, there was a glimmer of hope. Olivia's willingness to help him intrigued Keith. He couldn't fathom why she would extend a helping hand to a tormented soul like himself. Was it genuine compassion? Or did she have ulterior motives? The uncertainty gnawed at him, but he couldn't deny the inexplicable connection he felt with her.
"Of course, she claims to be like me," Keith thought, his mind grasping at any explanation that could make sense of the situation. "Perhaps she understands the struggle, the constant battle between my human self and this beast I harbor within."
Keith's thoughts wandered back to his family, and the pain of that fateful night washed over him like an unrelenting wave. The memory of the werewolf incident that had destroyed everything he held dear resurfaced, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger and grief. A tear slipped down his cheek, a poignant reminder of the loss he had endured.
In his mind's eye, Keith saw his home engulfed in chaos. The sound of shattering glass, the desperate screams of his loved ones, and the overpowering stench of blood filled his senses once more. It was a nightmarish scene that replayed relentlessly, haunting him with its vivid brutality.
The terrors of that night had forever scarred him, leaving behind an emptiness that seemed impossible to fill. The guilt he carried weighed heavily on his shoulders, knowing that it was his uncontrollable transformation that had brought about such devastation. The image of his wife's lifeless body and the frightened faces of his children seared into his soul.
Tears slipped from Keith's eye, tracing a path down his cheek, as he allowed himself a moment of vulnerability. The pain and sorrow threatened to consume him, but after a moment, he wiped away the tear, his expression hardening.
"I shall kill them all, every single one of them," Keith muttered darkly, his voice dripping with a mix of anguish and rage. The words escaped his lips like venom, a manifestation of the deep-seated anger that simmered within him.
At that moment, the desire for vengeance burned fiercely within Keith. He stood up from old cranky chair he sat and with a fixed gaze into the air. He clenched his fist really tight and broke one of the plates lying on the table.
"I shall find them, Mom. Every single one of them shall die by my hand," Keith spoke to the air as if he could see his late mother in the room.