"Please, let me go!" I begged my husband, Russell Changeling and the monster hunter. We were still in the middle of the foggy woods. Where I was cocooned in a spider-webbing all over my body inside of a black coffin. The itsy bitsy crawling spiders, over my body, were just crawling over me. I wanted to go home and pretend everything was normal and safe with my husband and two kids. Who don't seem to want to be themselves at the moment.
But Russell and Mr. Hunter both laughed and ignored my pleas and cries for help. Keeping me trapped in a coffin against my power to be anything but helpless, I was beyond miserable. I kept expecting the creepy-crawly black spiders to sink their fangs into my skin. But they were just crawling over my body. Keeping me escaping out of the coffin.
"Emma, you belong in the wild, with the others in your family," Mr. Hunter said, petting and stroking the black tarantula crawling on the palm of his right hand. "We have to make sure you will be ready for the change on the next full moon, before Halloween night," he continued. I didn't want him to think I would be serious about wanting to change into something dark and mysterious. Something dangerous to make mankind tremble before my presence.
I liked the neighborhood I was in. I didn't want the townspeople to think I'm some kind of monster who wanted everybody to fear me. Because I'm something not what I was meant to be. I know how much my kids are survivors. They wouldn't want to do anything to make themselves feel left out. Or feel like they don't have a home and family to come home to.
"Do you believe the darkness will take care of your spirit, Emma Changeling?" Mr. Hunter asked me. He was still petting the black tarantula, crawling over his right hand. I didn't know how to respond. He was making me very nervous. I was scared to talk back to him. Afraid I might give him the wrong answer.
I didn't take my eyes off the monster hunter or my husband. "I can't go on like this forever, babe," I said, pleading with my husband not to do anything he'd regret. "If something happens to me, my kids will find out. And they won't regret it," I continued. But Russell and Mr. Hunter wasn't paying attention to me. They were looking at the spiders crawling over my body in the coffin I was in.
They were raising their hairy black legs in the air. Their fangs were drooling with poisonous saliva. As they started fighting each other over myself in the coffin. "Why are they doing that?" I asked, demanding an answer.
But Russell and Mr. Hunter didn't have an explanation. Taking the other spider in his hand, Mr. Hunter put the black hairy tarantula back inside the black coffin I was in. "No! What are you doing with the spiders, Mr. Hunter?" I screamed, praying they wouldn't start biting me with their fangs.
"They're looking for a mate, honey," Russell finally answered me. I didn't understand. The male spiders were smaller than the females. It seemed the male spiders were fighting over each other, to hook up with the biggest mate.
I didn't want to watch them fight over the biggest mate for themselves. "Get me out of here, guys!" I screamed again. But as I struggled to free myself in the coffin, the spiders started to sink their poisonous fangs into the cocooned webbing they got me in.
"What are they doing now? Help me, Russell!" I yelled some more in fear and frustration. I watched in anxiety as the hungry-feeding tarantulas were sinking their fangs into my cocoon webbing. As I watched with horror as they started drinking my blood with their drooling fangs.
I didn't want them to feed on my blood like this. I didn't want any part of this experiment. But as I winced in pain and agony, the black spiders were thirstily drinking my blood, using their long, poisonous sharp fangs.
It was going to be over before I could find hope. If only my two kids could be here. They'd help me fight the spiders from taking my life away from me. I couldn't begin to imagine how much pain I would be in, after the spiders all finished drinking my blood.
Suddenly, I heard a couple of wolves howling in the darkness of the woods we were in. Could it be? My eyes were about to faint, as they continued letting the tarantulas drain my blood in the cocoon they made for me.
"It hurts so much," I complained. The spiders were not done feeding on me. I could tell they were still hungry and feisty for my blood. Russell and Mr. Hunter was laughing and celebrating and dancing around the black coffin I was in.
Out of nowhere, I heard a vicious animal-like growling as Russell and Mr, Hunter were both knocked to the ground. As a blur of animal fun passed me. I thought I was about to be saved. Only to discover I should be afraid of what to expect came to my rescue.