"Get the hell off me!" Beth pushed away from the guy who grabbed her. She took two steps backwards staring at the guy on the ground. Was he dead? He looked it, but no, she saw him move slightly. She feared he would be dead though the moment she looked at the newcomer. She recognized his scent before she looked at him. He was the source of that familiar scent. He was also the man who slaughtered all those cops, if it wasn't a dream. She thought about bolting by from where he stood most of the alleyway was blocked. She didn't think she could get around him. Her heart pounded as she was now scared for her life.
"Look, I'm sorry okay?" She stammered. He looked at her with such curiosity. He wasn't quite checking her out, but she did feel as if she was being examined. "I don't have any money. There's -- there's people right around the corner so if you touch me I'll scream rape." She started becoming more nervous as he smiled at this. Her stomach growling now from hunger and feeling as if it's going to explode because of her nervousness made her feel nauseous.
He did something strange now. He looked up into the sky and his face fell. She saw the look of terror on his face. What did this man have to be afraid of? He was the killer after all. Was there an airplane about to crash into them? A UFO?
She turned to see what frightened him so. She furrowed her brow as all she saw was clouds and the moon. Nothing unusual there.
Oh God! Her stomach felt as if it was being ripped apart. Her muscles like she was on a rack and being stretched to the breaking point. She fell to the ground in pain. What the hell was happening to her? She felt someone's hands on her back trying to comfort her. He was saying something but she couldn't hear, couldn't understand him. The pain was blocking everything out.
His hands upon her felt cold now, and sharp, like his nails were pinching her. God, even her face hurt and she seized her eyes and mouth shut against the pain. Even closed only bright lights were in her eyes, the light of the full moon.
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He saw her fall, he knew what she was going through, he felt it himself. It didn't pain him as much as he had grown used to it. He tried to comfort her, tried to tell her it would be all right but she couldn't hear him. Beneath his hand he felt her muscles change and a bit of fluff form under the shirt.
He wasn't sure why his own transformation was going so slow compared to hers. It was no doubt going at normal pace but her face already had elongated and was nearly fully formed. His eyesight had barely just begun to change. He watched her red short curls turn into rusty short fur, her arms and legs shortened and hands and feet turned into paws with sharp claws.
He looked to his own hand and saw it shrinking and matting together. His nails grew into claws. Finally he felt his teeth sharpening and growing longer. He backed off her just in case something bad happened. He looked to the drunken man to make sure he was still out. God forbid the man move. He knew he was already angry enough with the guy to maul him, but had no idea what she might do. She'll probably be hungry enough to rip him apart as he is and Rob couldn't allow that.
He snarled slightly. He could feel the transformation was complete. His animalistic urges were subdued now that he had a full meal last night that would last the week. He could think a little, though his thoughts weren't quite human thoughts. He'd been concerned enough for the other one before the change that it carried over. He watched her stir and waited. He had to handle her carefully.
Her whimpering ceased and he knew the pain was gone. He watched her slowly and with a wobble get to her feet. She sniffed the air. He admired her rusty coat and long pointed snout. Her scent was unlike any he'd picked up before and wished to get a closer sniff but knew how dangerous that could be. Still, he had an urge more than ever to take her as his mate.
She seemed to be assessing her surroundings and hadn't noticed him or the man yet. He would need to keep her distracted from the man. There was better food nearby anyway. He could smell it on the wind. Just a couple of blocks away, in the woods was the perfect quarry.
Her nose turned slightly in his direction and her eyes slowly followed. Her lips curled slightly upwards displaying her shiny, clean canines. A growl started in her throat, then stopped. The expression that crossed her furry face almost could have been confusion. She started to growl again but forced out a bark instead. Then she yelped and jumped backwards. He could relate to the not understanding the sounds you make the first time. It's like learning a new language.
However, she got over it quickly and as she looked at him it was as if she placed all blame on him and started barking at him incessantly. It was all gibberish but the point got across. He barked back just to make sure she'd stay focused on him. He tentatively took a step forward. He bristled the hair on his back to make himself look larger.
She stood her ground. That was good. He wanted her to fight back. He pounced knocking her to the ground. He bit her neck but made sure not hard enough to break her skin just enough to piss her off. He probably didn't need to. She whipped about and rolled away from him snapping as she went. She caught him a little on the shoulder. He yelped.
They stood nozzle to nozzle again she looked ready to attack him this time. So he ran. Just as he wanted, she followed. He avoided humans as much as he could running out into the street instead of into a pack of them. Thankfully, her anger at him outweighed her hunger.
He knew the town well and found the quickest route to the woods. She was good and he had to push himself to keep ahead of her. He hoped he'd have enough energy left to fight her when he stopped.
He whipped about the first trees now following his nose trying to find the injured deer. It was a bit farther than he expected, more mobile than he would have liked. It might stand and fight. There was a lot of underbrush here, which meant plenty of places to hide, but the silent approach would be a problem. If it came to running, the deer might have the advantage. He'd have to chance it though. She was not going to stop to sneak up on a meal and the deer will hear them running soon enough.
His ears pricked as he heard the clumsy movement of the hurt dear against tress. He could smell the blood now. She must too because she picked up speed. He put the little bit of extra effort in and within a few seconds saw the deer stumbling about. It seemed to have a broken leg. They were in luck. It wouldn't be running very far very fast. It picked up its head when it heard his paws crunching on the leaves.
It tried to run. It went several feet, faltered and tripped, nearly colliding head first with a tree. It righted itself but not in time. He hadn't noticed her gaining on him then passing him up. She ran straight for the bad leg of the deer and pulled on it. He got there in time to start snapping at another leg causing the deer to completely lose balance.
She didn't even wait for the deer to completely hit the ground before she attacked the already bleeding wound of the animal. She ripped the flesh from muscle and dug in. He too ripped at the squirming deer but only to help her get to the meat and help the deer to its death.
He sat back licking his paws and chops watching her gorge on the carcass. He really enjoyed watching her efficiency. She was the right size and build for him to mate with, lovely healthy coat… He stood and rounded the dead deer sniffing her. Her scent was strong even over the deer's. He liked it very much and it smelled as if she'd be coming into heat soon. It was not the right time to take her, but he had to prove himself the dominate one.
Her eating speed slowed as she made her way through the animal and she seemed just about full with less than a quarter of the deer left over. He tried to get her attention now by sniffing more intrusively nudging her tail aside.
She turned to him with a bit of curiosity showing on her face and she turned to sniff him. He was happy that with a full stomach she didn't seem to want to attack him any longer. It was now or never.
He stood tall and stiff, ears forward and tail curled up, asserting his dominance. He stared her down waiting for her submission. It was subtle, perhaps she was just unsure how to act but she did lower her tail slightly and drew back her ears. It wasn't enough for him. He needed her to know he was in charge. He drew up onto his haunches and landed on top of her. She fought back, but not as hard as she had earlier. She was full and tired from the run. It was easy for him to gain the advantage and hold her down with nearly his whole body. She whimpered slightly then rolled over. He had her! He wagged his tail. Finally he would be able to start his own pack.
I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please send me any comments you might have, good or bad. Copyrighted 2008 by Christine Schnell. Go ahead and share it with others just keep my name with it.
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