Night Made of Glass

Soo.. I actually dreamed about this idea a few nights ago, I'm trying to keep it in my head before I forget completely! It starts off a little slow in the beginning... just bear with me here while I establish the plot!______________________________________________________________________________________


Jack Denton fumbled with the lamp switch as he lay in bed. “Damn it.” The lamp finally turned on, filling the room partially with light at 2:00 in the morning. His girlfriend, Helene Miller, stirred beside him. “You okay?” She mumbled. “Yeah, just trouble sleeping.” He turned to her, kissing her cheek. He turned the lamp back off, and lay in bed thinking. It was always difficult for him to get a full nights sleep, ever since he was born. Now, at 22, it was still a bitch. His girlfriend had always understood that, and dealt with his restlessness. When he offered to sleep on the couch so he wouldn’t bother her, she always turned the idea down. Helene, the only thing that kept him going. An orphan at an early age, Jack had gotten caught up with the wrong crowd pretty quickly. If she had never come along, he wasn’t sure how he would have turned out. He led a pretty fucked up life, but all that changed once the two met at a club. He was performing there with his band, and a few friends had introduced them. He couldn’t keep his thoughts off her, with pure red hair that went way past her shoulders, and those big brown eyes that seemed to just take him all in at once. At first, Jack thought he was completely out of her league. After all, what did this beautiful rising performer, a breath of fresh air, want with a rebellious rock musician like him? It turned out, however, that she was into him too. And they have shared the New York high-rise ever since.

Her steady breathing beside him stilled his thoughts, her chest softly rising on his slowly leading him back to sleep. The next day, he woke up to the smell of bacon in their tiny kitchen. He threw on a pair of boxer shorts over his tall, lean figure and lumbered into the kitchen. For a moment he just stood there, admiring her figure in a thin robe as she ran back and forth from the oven to the sink. She turned and smiled broadly. “Good morning, handsome.” She came over to him pushing back his long, mussed blond strands out of his face. “You were sleeping so heavily this morning, you didn’t even notice when I got up.” He smiled, scratching his forehead. “It felt great too. So what are you conjuring over there?”
“Classic bacon and eggs. I tried sausage too, but what can I say, I’m a dancer, not a cook.” They sat down together at the table. “Hey, you might want to look into it though, these are delicious.” She grinned. “Thanks, baby. I thought it would be a nice start to our day. It’s Saturday, I don’t have practice, and you have the day off. We can just chill.” It sounded great to him. Lately he had been working his ass off at Virgin Records, and with Helene getting ready for her next show, they hardly had time together.

They walked through Central Park, hand in hand. Being early December, the air was close to frigid. The two hardly paid notice, and just enjoyed the reprieve from their busy lives. “Jack,” Helene asked as they stopped in front of a fountain. “Do you agree that love really does conquer all things?” He tilted his head thoughtfully, then looked at her. “Absolutely,” he said without hesitation. She giggled and pulled his striped scarf down to her face so that she could kiss him. “Me too.”

That night the pair went to a night club with some friends. It was a favorite place of theirs and they danced together, their bodies close, for practically the whole night. As Helene sat with some girlfriends to chat afterwards, Jack hit the pool table with a few guys. He was good at it, and usually won a lot of money. He slapped a $50 on the table as a few players approached. “Who wants to bet I can get these all in with just three hits?” Several bills hit the table, and his friends cheered him on. Bam. Bam. Bam. He pushed back his hair and smiled. Pool should be a career. The other guys frowned in denial as Jack collected. A rough, shady looking man approached the table as well, plunking down a hefty bill. He had long, stringy black hair, and a scowl that seemed to never leave his face. “Play me.” Jack shrugged and matched his bid.

“8 in corner pocket.” Jack shot the 8-ball and it fell perfectly where he wanted it to. He slapped fives with his buddies and turned to get the money. But the man had picked it up. “Come on man, I won fair and square.” He said in his signature deep voice. It sometimes intimidated others, but not this guy. He reached his hand out to the man, only to have it spit in by the shady character. That was it. He turned to make sure Helene was out of sight, before lunging at the man. He landed a square punch in the man’s jaw, and before long the two were tossed outside into the chilly night to solve their problems.

For Jack, it wasn’t about the money anymore, this guy had pissed him off, and now he was going to pay. The two men continued to jump at each other, punching and kicking until Jack stood for a moment and looked around. They were nowhere near the club, somehow they had rolled into the woods. The man stood straight, the moonlight filtering through the trees and reflecting upon him. He seemed to change, and Jack began to get uneasy. Who the hell was this guy? He was pretty certain he had kicked the guy’s ass, so it was time to go back. Suddenly, the man tilted his head back and emitted a low howl. His face began to change, protruding out into a snout and a mouth full of teeth. His eyes changed to yellow, and his chest expanded. “What the fu-” Jack turned to get away, but not before the werewolf leaped upon him, sinking his teeth into Jack’s arm. He yelled with pain, and twisted his leg to kick the beast in the stomach. He caught it off-guard, and was able to scramble up and run towards the forest opening. He never turned back as the howls of anguish filled the night.