The street was empty, framed by tall city buildings and split with a green grassed median. Lights danced in patterns over black road with no cars. My breath fogged the night air as eyes locked onto the full yellow moon hanging in the middle of the horizon. I could have been in Vegas, but how did I get here?
A scrapping sounds called my attention from the night goddess floating in the sky. It sounded like metal being dragged across the concrete. With a shiver of dread, I looked around for the noise. Nothing, except for the dancing of the lights as they glittered in patterns. Looking around, I began to walk down the road, looking for an answer as to what was going on.
After walking a few feet it became apparent something was following me. The sound of the scraping was back, but now I had a definitive direction that it was coming from. Whirling around, I saw darkness behind me. Like the entire city and lights were just gone. In that darkness, two red eyes peered out at me. A shiver of fear went through me and without thinking, I turned and ran.
A howl sounded and I ran to the nearest door. I pulled on thick brass handles to no avail. I moved on, aware that the darkness was spreading as lights winked out and raced towards me. Each door I tried failed and in panic, I raced looking for somewhere to hide and found a construction site. Rushing in past the fence, another howl sounded in desperation it seemed to catch me.
Looking around I found my answer. There, stacked in a pyramid were concrete cylinders just big enough for me to squeeze into. Without further delay, I was crawling into one as far as I could guess where the middle was. I had jumped in one that was framed by more than a few of the cylinders.
A snarl echoed around me and I looked past my feet to see those red eyes staring intently at me. Clawed hands reached up for my foot, only to fall short. With a frustrated growl, a howl blistered my ears and jerked me out of sleep.
"Are you okay Vance?"
The feminine voice belonged to Mrs. Banes. My neighbor who happened to be a gorgeous woman and a werewolf. A week ago she had infected me through sex. She was here now because my mom was at work. Actually, any night since that my mother was working late, she had stayed the night with me. Pain went through me right when I was about to reply. With a grunt, I tried to recompose myself.
"You're covered in sweat," she observed, licking my neck.
"That tickles."
She kissed my then and cuddled up to me. Like any woman, she loved to cuddle, though every morning before my mother returned, she showered to get rid of my scent. The reason was because she lived with two other werewolves and didn't want them to know about me.
"So what were you dreaming about?"
"A werewolf hunting me."
"Tell me about it."
I did. Recalling every detail I could to her.
"So you ran?"
"Well, yeah. Wouldn't you?"
"Yes, but it's the wrong choice."
She shifted around and stretched, opening the blanket to much needed cool air.
"Why shouldn't I have run. Werewolves tear you apart."
"Or fuck you if you find the right one huh?" she said with a giggle. "I'm sorry
Vance. I have never dealt with much of this before. You are my first turning and I forget to tell you things."
"Like?"
"For one, you have to fight the wolf and win. It's a contest of will. Hopefully,
you will have another chance."
"Why do I want one?"
"You'll die without it."
"Is that how it was for you?"
"I was born a wolf."
Quiet followed the statement. Without meaning too, she had told me something
personal. That was a rule for her. Until I changed she didn't want to tell me anything
about herself. I thought it was unfair, but her reasoning did make sense. Why know when
you will die and it won't matter.
"Sorry," I said.
"What time is it?" she asked.
"I look over and the clock tells me dawn is still a couple of hours off. I relay
the time to her.
"I should go."
"Because you told me something?"
"I didn't mean to," she said. "But that isn't the reason. Your dream means you will
change and now I'm super horny."
"We can have sex," I offer already growing hard.
"I bet, but we can't. I want to be rough. To be claimed."
We had already had sex that night, but she had been denying herself release ever
since the first night we had copulated. That night she had cum but refused to after in
fear of completely wolfing out and killing me. Apparently, werewolf sex was to just die
for, but she didn't the price for that pleasure to be my life. So she played it safe,
electing to have sex for the pleasure of it and masturbating vigorously later. All I could
say is that thought of her masturbating to me kept me hard all day during school. I was
happy that today was Saturday.
"I don't want you to leave," I said. Shifting to hug her close. Her skin was
electrifying in mine but it was the fur that gave me pause. As my eyes adjusted to the
dark, I could see her pointed ears and that her eyes were no longer silver bu yellow.
"You smell delicious," she said.
"I get it," I said in defeat rolling away. She was out my open window in a flash
and I enjoyed the view of her perfect moon as she disappeared. With a sigh, I went back to
sleep.
My alarm went off, bringing me out of the darkness and into awareness as the theme
song to Megas XLR, one of those old cartoons canceled before its genius could be realized.
Getting up groggy, I got dressed in a loose faded t-shirt and some shorts. Then I headed
downstairs to cook some breakfast.
When mom worked late, she was always home before eight. If I didn't have school, I
would wake up early and make breakfast for us. This morning I decided on pancakes and
fruit. Normally she ate almost exclusively vegetarian so I took out some beef sausage,
being that pork was not allowed in the house and cooked some of that up for myself. By the
time I was finished she walked into to the house with a major yawn.
"Good morning," she said to me as she walked in.
"Whoa, you sleep at work?" I asked. My mother was a pretty woman with dark hair.
She and Dana got along great, but as far as I knew my mother's work schedule kept her from
hanging out with Dana. I don't know if that was a good thing or not, but I did know that
with two more werewolves about, I would rather she not be involved.
"I did not. This look is brought you by a crazy illness."
"You got it?"
