Revenge is a Bitch

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.