The Mad Scientist was not amused. Not at all.
When he found Lucinda knelt over the Monster's body with blood dripping from her lips, he was most displeased. He not only had to perform one blood transfusion but two, one for Lucinda and one for the Monster. Blast it, it was bad enough that he had to fetch a near dead Lucinda home from the Vampire's Castle with two ghastly holes in her neck, but for that cretin to have the gall to mark her as his own! It was completely unethical, in his opinion. Just as there was honor among thieves, there was honor among monsters.
However, the Count was the wealthiest client that they had. In retrospect, the money was well worth the hassle. The Vampire had seemed quite charmed with Lucinda, even going so far as to express interest in her availability in the future. So the Mad Scientist had no choice but to lay back and swallow it.
Once Lucinda had recovered from her ordeal, she was readied for the next client: a local man named Larry Talbot. Mr. Talbot wished to meet her at a small inn on the outskirts of the Transylvanian forest, so originally called Ye Olde Transylvanian Inn.
"I'm not sure that I approve of having you meet Talbot at such a sordid place," the Mad Scientist said as they made their way to the destination via horse and buggy. "Lots of gypsies and vagabonds loiter about in that area."
"Mr. Talbot is a monster?" Lucinda asked.
"Of course," the Mad Scientist said. "He is the Wolf Man, one of the most infamous werewolves of all time."
"Oh, cripes, this one is going to have big fangs too, isn't he?" she whined.
"All the better to eat you with, my dear," the Mad Scientist joked feebly. "He swears to me that there will be no full moon tonight, so I believe you will just be spending a quiet night entertaining a lonely man."
Lucinda moaned with skepticism. Somehow, she doubted the evening would be so calm.
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Larry Talbot indeed did seem to Lucinda like a rather mild mannered gentleman, hardly a monster. In fact, he was more like a big teddy bear. When he invited her into the small cozy bedroom at the inn, he was very sweet and shy. He could have been her father, that is if she could remember who her father was in her old life. He had even gone to the trouble of making her a cup of tea with milk and honey in it. Maybe he wouldn't be so bad after fault. In fact, it might be a nice change of pace. Just a cozy comfortable screw in a remote inn...
But he fidgeted in his chair as he sipped at his tea, looking nervously out the window.
"Is something wrong, Mr. Talbot?" Lucinda asked with concern. "Am I not what you wanted?"
"Oh, no, my dear," he hurriedly assured her. "You are quite a charming young girl, much better than I had dared hoped for."
"Oh. You seem sort of upset."
"I should not have asked for you to come tonight," he explained as he peered out the window. "I had been mistaken when I thought there would be no full moon tonight."
He looked at her with a pained guilty expression as if he were apologizing in advance. When he looked out once more into the darkness, he gave out a sorrowful cry as the clouds cleared. Light from the full moon streamed into the motel window.
"Oh, no," Lucinda gasped. "Does that mean that you're going to turn into...?"
There was no need to continue with her question.
The man before her transformed right before her eyes. The teddy bear metamorphosed into a beast, all bulky and hairy and wiry. His clothes tore into shreds as big sinewy muscles began to bulge out all over his chest and arms and legs. His gentle face contorted into a lewd sneer. He howled wildly at her while saliva dripped from his grinning mouth. And, damn it, he had fangs every bit as horrid as the Vampire's!
Freaking out, Lucinda backed away from him, trying to make her way to the door of the hotel room.
"Where you going, baby?" he rasped as he jumped at her, slamming her against the door so she couldn't escape. "We haven't even had any fun yet, have we, sweet pussy cat? Trying to get out of our little date so soon?"
With a vicious swipe of his claws, he tore her dress right down the middle, leaving her exposed in her undergarments. Blast, that red and white polka-dotted dress had been one of her favorites!
Wresting her breasts out of her brassiere with both paws, he squeezed them hard, making her squeal.
