Prologue
I feel my muscles scream as the change begins. My pain will be nothing, compared to hers.
Her scent fills my nostrils, I start to tremble, my blood is boiling, her taste, I can’t wait.
I first saw her yesterday, in my human form, her scent sets me off, an emotional storm is set loose in me. I want to love her, feel her, touch her. But the wolf in me only sees her as prey and wants to rip her apart. Her sweet flesh and blood, the hunger and thirst in me grows stronger.
I kill with a throat bite, to silence her screams I could decapitate her, in my powerful jaws.
My human side in me is losing the battle to natures laws the transformation is almost complete.
A person, a monster, a wolf, but also a man. Love her or devour her, kill her or make her on off my own The wolf growls disdain, at my human side. Death is all it desires.
Closer she comes, hiking through the dark forest Secretions of woman scent, carried on the breeze.
Inflamed with passion and hunger, in both man and beast, I see her now, as the wolf readies to feast.
The sight, the smell, I am losing all control, A blood lust unfolds.
Closer, closer, closer… no chance now to flee, the smell of her femaleness, drives me insane.
Are these my thoughts or the wolf? I am trembling, from both pleasure and pain. She sees me, she’s running, like she can escape, time for the kill. I bite into her warm flesh, the smell, the taste, the sight.
Fear overwhelms her, she passes out from the pain and blood loss.
Lustful yearnings still boiling, in me. Death, blood, hunger. Yes, this is defiantly the wolf talking.
And when I wake up I will no longer remember what I have done and the woman will be dead or became another of my sins. I am a monster, forever to be cursed That is just how nature works.
-The werewolf of Bedburg on natures laws
This is the story of a monster that terrorized a German village for years with unspeakably cruel crimes and murders. In the late 16th century the town of Bedburg, Germany was terrorized by a diabolical creature that slaughtered its cattle and snatched away its women and children, killing them with unspeakable morbidity. The shocked and horrified townspeople feared that they were being victimized by a raving, bloodthirsty werewolf who lived among them. This is the story of Peter Stubbe, the werewolf of Bedburg whose crimes plunged a German town into an unimaginable bloody nightmare that no one could escape but what is the truth? What really happened? Was he a monster? Or was he set up for a greater cost.
It wasn’t easy being a farmer in 16th-century Germany. It was hard enough just to get anything to grow in a time before pest control and fertilizers. Then there was the constant threat of roving brigands who had no qualms about stealing your livestock or burning your crops and the religious war between the Protestantism and the Roman Catholics was raining on. But for farmer Peter Stubbe, life was even tougher. He had just become a widow and was left with 2 children, a son and a daughter take care of. His wife had died suddenly, he was broken by this. He loved his wife she was his support and strength. His neighbours and friends supported him through the harsh times, but they also could see he was a broken man. His daughter did everything to cheer him up and his son tried not to bother him as much. Being a father was all ready hard for Peter but the fact that his fellow farmers from the village were pushing him to re-marry did not really help. All he wanted was to be left alone, but he knew that he could not live forever like this. Some people said that this was the turning point for Stubbe that this was the moment he became a monster. Others say he was always a monster from the moment he was born and that he had killed his own wife. That he had sold his soul to the devil to become a raging monster, a demon, a hungry wolf ready to kill anybody how was unlucky enough to cross his path.
A man without a soul, a man bound to kill and stalk the defenceless and the weak. They say only one creature kills out of pure pleasure and that is the werewolf. They are raving monsters with a never ending trust for tearing everything to pieces.
The truth is, if a werewolf behaves like a monster, a murdering psychopath it wouldn’t be because it is a beast, but because there is still a part human in his left, because only humans kill for sport.
Nonetheless a wolf does not concern himself with the opinions of the sheep. Maybe people are just monsters who can tell. Even a man who is pure of heart and says his prayers by night may become a wolf when the wolfs bane blooms and the autumn moon is bright.
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