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1. The fire was out of control as the small stone and wood building burned in the evening air. The villager looked on in horror as thick black talons held his neck in place forcing him to stare into the flames. The screams had died down. The vague shadows of the people who had once lived in the destroyed building had since collapsed into the burning embers. Tears streamed down the old man's face as the weight of his captor pressed up against his back side. He had hoped the shadow behind him had died in the fire along with the rest of them but no. That hope had turned to terror as he was held witnessing what he had done.

Andre was a simple farmer in Gevaudan and had lived with the terror of the beast for years now. Three long horrible years of wondering if his family was safe, his children would be able to frolic in the hills sides and fields, and if his live stock would survive the night. Hunters had come and supposeably killed a wolf that was the cause of the horrors. Even after the wolf was presented to the king though the killings continued, more bolder and fiendish then ever. Andre knew what the cause was and had thought Jean did in fact kill the monster. The truth was far more sinister. The claws around his neck tightened as the creature twisted Andre's head to another scene. One that he had heard but not witnessed. There in the cold night laid the body of his eldest daughter. The blood between her legs and the earlier screams before he was knocked out told him of what had been done. Claw marks dug into her skin, blood all over, but unlike the other female victims she was at least alive.

"You know Andre, I could have forgiven you," came the harsh gutteral voice, inhuman in everything but the French it spoke.

"If you had at least fire a bullet, made the stance yourself but no you had to hide, and strike not by your own hand but by the hands of many." T

he inhuman voice bellowed in laughter, it sounded so wrong to hear something so deep and animalistic talk, even more so when it laughed. The bestial laughter sent shivers up his spine. Everything he had thought he knew about this thing was wrong, so horribly wrong. Dangling from the trees, tied with strings were hands, probably belonging to every one who had set the blaze and trapped the cursed family inside the still burning building. They were far too bloodied to know who the owners were but he could make a list in his head; Marco, Pierre, Stephan...The beast could think, talk as a human. He had been wrong about it all. It was not some mindless evil that had just appeared this thing was revelling in what it had done.

"Nice decorations don't you think?" the beast sneered as he was tossed to the ground.

Andre looked up at the reddish brown furred monster. It's maw of white fangs glistening with red and clear saliva dripping from the black lips. The creature was half in the shadows only the light from the rapidly dying fire gave Andre any glimpse as to what he had waged war on. It was huge but he couldn't tell just how big in the growing darkness. The eyes held him in place with their brilliant yellow orbs surrounded in black.

"So Andre, what to do with you?" the beast grinned standing impossibly tall over the farmer.

Andre didn't get to answer much as he was swiftly picked up and thrown into the fire. His screams echoing off the rolling hillside as the fire licked at his clothes and naked flesh. The sizzling sounds of cloth and body burning soon replaced the screams followed by the crackling of the fire as it smoldered down. The beast simply watched the hellish scene. He has never gone this far before then again neither had the humans. The occasional hunter would show up, kill a few wolves, claims would be made and all seemed well. He even got his own to try and fake a death but that wasn't enough for these people. The bargain had been made centuries ago and was far older than itself. It was simple the humans kept to the fields and they would keep the the dark woods. Those dark woods were soon cut down though to make way for more fields, more humans, less them. The beast would have its day.

The only regret that it had now was the price it now paid, glancing momentarily back at the burnt out rubble that had been home. He could weep for the family lost in those flames, but what good would that do now? They all knew the risk, freely took off into the fields and were just as guilty as he was about the bloody rampages. He'd miss the connection they had but the times of family 'curses' were over. It was time to spread, time to see the world. He wouldn't be able to. He was a relic, a product of a by gone era of myth and fire side chatter. The beast had many abilities and it could see that soon humans would be far more advance, far more dangerous than anything it could do. It had to change to survive. The beast looked over at the woman, she was breathing still. He crouched down on all fours slowly climbing over her. Just as his muzzle came within a few inches of her face her blue eyes fluttered open. A smile crept over her reddened lips. The dirty blond hair was flecked with blood and dirt. He almost felt bad that he had to do to her what he had to but it was necessary and fun.

"Hmmm...did it work Jean?" the woman asked.

The beast simply regarded her blankly for a moment.

"Don't use that name any more, Jean Chastel is dead, in that fire," the beast pointed to the charred remains of the house. The woman seemed confused and rightly so. Any day now she it would become clearer to her. She'd realize what he had done to her and what she would eventually become. Added to those sudden changes she'd give birth. Yes he had made sure of that. Jean had seen to it to pick someone not trapped by the farms and folklore of old but someone from the city. Her name was Audry and she was from Paris, bound to England over the coming months to study. She'd be studying more than books. He'd make sure of that. There were lessons he would have to pass on to her. The ways and means of survival in turn she could teach him the modern world, how to adapt to it. Lessons that he would then in turn teach their offspring so the mistakes of this night would not be repeated. They would need time and that was one thing they had a lot of. Already he could see what would happen, a slow but steady incline. Humanity had already proven it was spreading like wild fire, all one had to see was the length and breath of what Europe had been just centuries back. Now major cities, trade, and industry. The new was steadily approaching.

A scream snapped him from his thoughts as he turned to see Audry looking down between her legs.

"You told me you'd wait? Did you take me as a beast?!" she exclaimed throwing in a few colorful curses to reinforce her rage.

He stood up over her. Her face once filled with rage now was more submissive and fearful. She'd loose that once she came to know what she now was or would be.

"I took you as what I am...or are you asking to be taken again?" he smiled devilishly already the need filling up in him. She didn't have to answer. She was voracious as he was, she'd be even more so in a few days. He was all too willing to aid her along to see just how far she'd take the blessing he had bestowed upon her. What he could not foresee was the decades and centuries beyond as to how far their descendants would take the blessing. Even as he howled with delight spreading the seed further his thoughts were primal and guttural his mind was far from the future. In the grim scene the two lovers grappled and moaned, making love in the dimming light of death all around them, unaware of the seed's working within them both.