I rolled over as a shaft of light pierced the darkness of my slumber.  I rubbed my eyes, heavy with sleep.  I sat up and threw my legs over the side of the bed, rubbing my forehead as it gently throbbed with pain.  I opened my mouth, partly sealed from my sleep, and ran a thumb along my teeth, stopping at the almost canine-like teeth in the front.  I had a special way of remembering my nights as a werewolf by gently puncturing one of my digits with a sharp wolf-tooth.
A bead of blood dripped onto my tongue, and I swished it around a bit, savoring the taste.  A bit of memory came to me, and I swallowed it.  My stomach growled heavily as the blood of my human flesh arounsed the old hunger.  I could remember everything now.  Killing those burly vampires, then delighting myself with Vlad's best man.  I remember tossing it over my shoulder, then presenting it before Thorden.  If I was right, my mother should go out soon now, and find the lifeless body smoldering in the sunlight.  She was in the kitchen, boiling water for breakfast.  My father was busy, at work, repairing and modifying carriages for fat, pompous, wealthy people.  When he wasn't doing that, he would be busy delivering messages and the likes to locals of the village.
then I remmebered the peak, up in the lofty, precarious mountains.  How wonderful it was to howl before the moon in the darkness of night.  You could cause any Vampire from a few miles around to start at the sound.  Oh, the moon.  It was so large and welcoming; a kind spirit of the night sky, hovering, waiting, and watching me closely with a silvery gaze.  It could be so kind as it cast a soft glow, and yet, so harsh when it sliced through the darkness of the forest. 
I stopped thinking for a moment as I tried to rememeber  how I had returned home.  I couldn't remember a thing.  Maybe I had fallen asleep atop the peak where Throden, who loved to watch me howl before my moon, would have found me and brought me home.  I had no idea of knowing, though, and placed that thought in an out-of-the-way place as I heard my mother go out the front door.
I jumped up, and pulled on some pants and a shirt as she screamed bloody murder.  She had found it, meaning the Vampire was still there.  We never should have moved from Ireland.  All of my werewolf kin were there, and my mother couldn't stand finding so many of the Vampire corpses, which I left, lying around our cottage.  There were hardly any Vampires in Ireland, and we only killed them for fun when we wanted to.  I never feared them there.
"Oh!  This shall be the last time I find a bloody, dead undead demon on my land!" she shouted furiously.
I might be in deep now.  I probably needed to start throwing the bodies in trees now, impaling them on the branches.  A taste of theirs, and Vlad's, own medicine.  But it was Thorden's orders to burn it at MY "human dwelling".
My mother thundered in, her hair in a mess and her face flushed. 
"Aye, this'll be the last time I find one 'o those, Brianna!  You can't leave them lying around anymore, or I'll personally see to it that ye go out on you're own!  If ye can killed Vlad's best man, ye can surely survive out in the cold, cruel world!"
I rolled my eyes, and dragged my boots out from under my bed, slipping them on as I tried to ignore my bantering mother.  She didn't quite know that I was a werewolf.  She only thought that I went out on full moons to hunt down Vampires, so she didn't know I had kin in Ireland.  My father, on the other hand, was a full fledged werewolf, but he belonged to a clan of Viking werwolves in another area of the Turkish woods.  He always looked so brilliant with his shiny, golden fur as he raced through the trees to lead another victory against the Vampires.  I only joined his hunting parties occasionaly when they went after the big wigs of Castle Dracula.
As my mother kept lecturing me about my habits, I got up, grabbed a small loaf of bread, and walked out the door to dispose of the Vampire in full sunlight.  I stuffed the loaf in my mouth, and pulled on the heavy, pointed metal cross.  It suddenly gave way with a sickening, slimy wrench.  I tossed the cross aside, and dragged it out into the middle of our land, on tope of a green, ashy hill.  I had burned many a Vampire on my territory, and this was probably the last that I would personally burn myself.
I threw it down, and it began to smoke as the "day-moon" rose up from behind the trees.  The body began to smoke heavily, and the clothes were soon ashes.  I sat down nearby, and took a bite from my loaf, watching the Vampire slowly burn away before the sun.  The sun was my moon by day, and Luna, the moon, by night.
I chewed the bread, and began to think about what the next full moon would be like.  What sort of things I would do then, what kind of challenges Thorden would present me with.  I had already shown most of my worth by killing a Vampire of quite a high stature, which made me igher than Throden.  The only thing I could accomplish now was to kill Vald himself, which would make me a legend among my kind.
I took anothe bite of my bread, and allowed my mind to wander amongst the rising smoke.  I could already see othe pillars of smoke spiralling up as the villagers cleaned up another werewolf raid.  I hoped to go raid the next moon, taking my father with me, and, together, we would revel in the joy of flesh gliding between our teeth as we ripped it from helpless humans.