Where have you been for the last four years, I hear you ask? Well, wouldn't you like to know… I could tell you, but then (like they say) I would have to kill you. Sorry about that. Just the way it has to be. Suffice to say, the world has changed a lot since 2020, and so have I. A bat virus killed millions of people, Twitter became X, AI is taking over everything and the world is still ruled by mad men! And I, dear reader, became a wolf.
On a hilltop, a wolf-like figure watches a residential area below. Twilight has fallen and most people are in their cosy homes, making dinner and settling in for the evening. Their figures are illuminated in the windows, making them clearly visible to the creature that is silently watching them. It crouches in the shadows, watching the scene below intently. Then the thing it has been waiting for finally happens…
Chris arrives and gets out of his car, carrying several bags of late-night shopping he has picked up. Lots of beer bottles and take-away food mostly- he is planning a relaxing evening in. It is Friday after all, and it has been a very long week. Not as much fun these days though as he is still getting used to being on his own since the break-up. Weekends were the worst, and he had to try extra hard to keep really busy just to keep the silence and loneliness at bay. Why did she have to go and do what she did? These thoughts often came and hit him in the gut out of the blue, even though it had been over six months now. He often wondered how his ex was, especially during these crazy times when people were still dying everywhere with the virus. Part of him thought “I don’t give a shit if they both die,” but another part of him knew he would still be heartbroken. After all, they had spent over ten years together until he came along.
The Moon was full tonight, and Chris paused at the door before entering to look up at it. How beautiful it was! Pure silver light glowed around it, almost giving it an ethereal halo. It occurred to him that he should stop more often to take in such beautiful things. Even though it was a warm evening, he felt a slight shudder, and his eyes were drawn to the hill nearby. It was too dark to see anything and there were trees around that obscured his vision, but he felt sure there was something there watching him. He could sense it. He fumbled with his keys and quickly opened the door, carrying all three bags in with him. He then slammed the door tightly shut.
On the hilltop nearby, the creature continued to watch him as he went inside his house, two amber eyes glowing in the darkness, which he would never have seen from that distance. Even if he had, he would have mistakenly thought they were perhaps the tiny orange pinpricks of two cigarettes, belonging to lovers secretly meeting there, as they often did. She could wait. She had been watching him for a while now these past months and he was marked as hers. Time soon to make her move.
Another huge moon tonight. I can feel her tugging at my heart, stretching me from the inside out until I expand into the sky and meet her there, my beautiful mistress… But enough of that. Tonight I am a wolf on a mission. Tonight I want my revenge.
The streets are preternaturally quiet with everyone still indoors. Silently I creep up the stone stairs and lightly tap-tap-tap on the door. I wait patiently, my ears pricked listening for any sound of movement on the inside. Then I hear him cough and stumble towards the door. I must look like an angel stood there bathed in moonlight with a delicious smile on my lips. “Hi Dave, I have missed you.” He cannot believe his eyes. “What the hell are you doing here Lucy, at this time?” He blearily tries to look at his watch to see how late it is but fails. I push him back indoors as I let myself in. This should be easy as he is drunk, as always. He eyes me up salaciously- he cannot believe his luck. Here she is, right in his house, alone, and at night with Susan asleep. “I haven’t seen you since my birthday and I missed you,” I said in a low voice. “You shouldn’t be here, you might have the virus you know, and give it to me!” I could see him panicking suddenly. I smile. “There are worse things than Covid Dave, believe it or not! Come on, let’s go inside and get comfy.”
We both go over to the sofa which looks just as grimy as when I last saw it. He sits a bit too close to me and I feel the familiar skin crawl. I resist growling and play it cool. “You look different somehow, and you’re acting weird. What is this about? I thought you didn’t want to see me again?” I could tell he was suspicious. The last time he tried to put his hands on me I told him to f*ck off and never touch me again. That took ten years to say. I never had the strength as a kid. He leans in and I can see his face is flushed. My eyes glow in the dark. I can smell his rank sweat and the alcohol on his breath. I slowly put my hand on his knee, and he almost jerks back in shock. That was all the sign he needs to push me back on the sofa and lean over me, his face inches away from mine. I can hear his heavy breathing as he presses his body hard against mine and pins me down. “Oh really, we want to play tonight do we?” It was getting too much for him and I could tell he was turned on. With superhuman strength I rise, grab him by the shoulders and whip him around, so that our positions are reversed with him underneath now. “How the hell did you...” “Shut up!” I grin at him and show him my teeth. “I see you still like it rough.”
Now I have him pinned down as I hold him down with his wrists above his head. He tries to wriggle free but eventually gives in. I let go of my iron grip and slide one hand between his legs, moving upwards. He is rock hard in anticipation. “I am usually the dominant one, but hey, I will give anything a try,” he whimpers. “Shut the f*ck up!” I almost scream at him now. I really want to rip his head off there and then but have to restrain myself. I want to savour the moment. “How do you like being my bitch now,” I almost spit at him as I feel the hatred and fury rise up in my throat. I press my teeth to his neck and bite down hard. He screams. “You crazy bitch, get away from me!”
From above we both hear the sound of a light switch. “Dave, are you saying something?” Aunty Susan must have woken up. I hear her footsteps as she gets out of bed. I growl at Dave who is reeling in pain and clutching his neck. “If you ever try and touch me again, I will kill you.” I leer at him in the dark and I know he can see my eyes glowing amber. With lightning speed I bound out of there. Mission half accomplished. He can wait. At least he can never hurt me again. The little girl inside me smiles and wraps her arms around me.
