In Love With A Werewolf

*Warning: a lot of the hardcore sex, violence, and overall smut will begin in later chapters. Don't let that scare you away. It'll be worth it. The best part of a story is the development of a relationship between the two main characters, in this case Daniel and Sarah. :) enjoy

                                                                          In love with a werewolf

                                                                                     chapter 1

Suddenly, the cold wasn't so very bad. The chill of air felt suddenly, absurdly wonderful against Sarah's inflamed, skin. Daniel was just next door, sulking probably, she would have thought, had she not been trying to keep from thinking.

She wanted to forget.

Thomas was her way of forgetting. He was inside, waiting, maybe. She opened the door and saw him, lounging, his eyes closed, dreaming, or thinking. Either way, he'd surrendered. Shrugging off her coat at the door, she climbed on top of him and laid her head down on his chest. He moved under her weight and sighed.

"What took you?" he was disappointed. Sarah answered him with a kiss, pressing her lips to his. They were warm and sweet. The top of his shirt was open enough that she could tangle her finger tips in the curls of brown fur that peeked out from the white fabric. He kissed her back, slowly, resting his hand on her lower back. She moaned, breathless, feeling his hand pressed up against her firm backside.

Thomas reached back to cut the lights. It got considerably dark, the only light being the red, pulsating one from the dvd player.

"Here on the couch?" he asked.

"The werewolf will hear us in my room."

"This werewolf thing has to stop." he guffawed, tugging at the front of her blouse, where the buttons met, eager to get underneath. He was too impatient to undo them all, so he lifted the shirt up over her head, and she helped him along, holding her arms up. He'd heard about the werewolf too many times that night, once at the bar, in the car and now here.

 "Now you." she undid all his buttons, wanting to be neat. His bare chest was warm, really warm. She ran her hands along the curves of his belly button, and kissed under his biceps. He twitched under her cold touch.

"I love this." he moaned, wrapping his eager fingers around her wrist, holding it, where it moved against the inside of his navel. He inhaled sharply, suddenly, and held her arm steady for a moment.

"Did you hear that?" he whispered. Sarah stilled and listened. Banging, she thought. It was a banging noise, followed suddenly by a very audible holler. The sound was disconcerting-provoking a physical response from the two very aroused creatures. They both settled with the sound.

"You should go" she rolled from atop him-an impromptu escape, and fumbled to cut on the light. "It was really nice-our date."

"Was it something I said?" he asked. He slid into his shoes from the couch, the brown loafers, without taking his eyes away from Sarah.

"No, no, I'll see you again sometime. Your place." she stumbled, trying to get her shirt up over her head. A few of the buttons popped and landed with a teet.

"Tomorrow? Dinner at my place?" he stood in the threshold, holding the rest of his things in his arms. Sarah gave him a nudge, and he careened onto the stoop without falling. She was glad he didn't fall . She would have had another reason to feel guilty if he had.

"Tomorrow." she kissed the side of his gaping mouth and shut and locked the door behind her, sliding down against the wood as her body went placid. The depth of some foreign emotion coursing through her was surprisingly competent. The werewolf had lived next door for weeks now, and they'd developed some sort of interlocking, emotional connection. Strange, but true.

And he was upset, she felt it in her lower belly.

She almost hesitated in sleeping in her own room. The couch would have been a better option that night. She stood in the threshold, realizing she'd been counting the imperfections in the hardwood and not attempting to climb in bed.

 "I don't want to talk." she said, wanting to make that clear early on. She wasn't up for conversation. She knew he was listening on the other side of the wall they shared. He was probably thinking, planning his next move, figuring, in his head, ways to bring up the matter.

"When I asked if you could love me, what did you think I meant?" he said in a little more than a whisper. Sarah climbed in bed and wrapped herself up in the blankets.

"I couldn't love the other you." she responded, sleepily.

"That's the best part." he chuckled, utterly sinister. It was a facade. That sick feeling in her lower belly could attest to that. He was hurting, still, and his frontage did little to disguise that.

"I'm tired." she yawned and rolled over onto her side.

"Let me help you."

"I don't need any-not your kind of-" she paused. It was against werewolf code to help the unwilling. She didn't need to explain, she was tired of explaining, but she laid in bed thinking about it. She cared that he was concerned of her well being, but what mattered was that Thomas, her right now guy, was human, and Daniel was not. Her right now guy was also a good cook and maybe even better at sex, she'd imagined. Besides, she was 30, unmarried and still relatively attractive, more than relatively probably.

But then she couldn't help but to think that she'd scared Thomas away, and he'd never call back or invite her over for dinner, or to meet his parents. She'd almost opted to having sex with him on the first night. Those were the type of women men talked about to their male friends. She didn't want to think of having almost had sex with someone she barely knew. Her father would turn in his grave, her mother too. They'd turn together in holy matrimony. If they were buried underwater, they'd be synchronized swimming.

But Thomas was human, and it'd been so long since she'd been attracted to a man. She held her stomach, feeling the effects of her steadily growing arousal and then, there was something about knowing that a werewolf was living next door, that made her awfully on edge. The two feelings didn't mix well.

 Sarah woke up with the warm listless, sunlight shining on her cheek. She flung the curly brown tresses away from her eyes and yawned. It was morning. Behind her, the clock ticked especially loudly. It was quiet, real quiet. Lifting up, she noticed the werewolf had gone quiet.

"Daniel..." she was in her bed with the blankets pulled over

She went to the bathroom and ran a cold towel over her eyes. They we're swollen and blackened, but at least she didn't have a headache. The obligatory hangover headache.

There were 5 messages on the answering machine. It was Thomas. She listened to them all and wondered how she managed to keep a man interested for more than one night. He's human, she thought. That was worth something, because he was human, and Daniel was not. Sarah sighed and tried to forget last night. She wanted to see Thomas again, and she would, tonight. She smiled.

Popping a piece of hard candy into her mouth, Sarah looked into the rear view mirror and checked her makeup-just a little eyeshadow and some mascara. She'd even tried a little of foundation-just to cover the tiny imperfections on her brown skin. Instead of having her hair pulled back, she let it fall in tiny ringlets over her shoulders. Her dark brown eyes twinkled in the fading daylight. She smiled, feeling oddly satisfied.

When she pulled up to Thomas's place, he was standing on the front porch holding a bouquet of red roses. She smiled bashfully and stepped out of the old Toyota. She nudged the door with her hip to close it.

"I told you I'd see you again." she hugged him tightly. He smirked and handed her the flowers.

"There's just something about you." he smiled handsomely, blue eyes flickering cutely in the sunlight. His short blond hair was slicked back. He kissed her cheek. "I thought we'd take it slow tonight."

"Slow is good." "I made dinner."

 "Yum"

Thomas lead Sarah into the furnished living room and left her to her own devices. She meandered through the dimly lit hallways and stared at pictures on the coffee table.

"Wow." she said. "You clean up good."

"I always do for company."

"So you have company often?"

"Just family and friends really." he said laughing.

There were candles and fancy china laid out on the dining room table. Sarah pulled out a chair and sat down there.

"Candles? In the morning?"

"I was trying to be romantic." he responded from the kitchen.

Sarah looked around. There were large, beautiful paintings of women and of landscapes on the beige walls. The draperies were auburn. It was a good color. She wondered if he'd had the help of an interior designer. The placemats on the table matched the drapery, with accents of gold and brown. The tableware looked expensive.

"All this for me?" asked Sarah whimsically.

"I wanted to impress you." he reappeared from the kitchen holding a pot of something steaming hot. He stopped, and grinned. "I hope you like seafood."

"I love seafood."

"Good."

The two were quiet as they ate. Sarah put down her fork and started on the crawfish with her fingers, pretending not to notice how handsome Thomas looked, sitting at the other end. He can cook and he has a nice house, she thought, trying to push all thoughts of the werewolf next door, aside.

 When they were finished, Thomas cleared the table especially hastily, and lead Sarah up to the bedroom. She took a deep breath. She was finally going to lose her virginity. The thought made the butterflies flutter in her stomach. A handsome man was leading her to his bedroom. She was tickled at the thought. Tickled and petrified, she realized. What if she wasn't good at it? What if he didn't like her body? She was tiny, with long legs and a thin waist. There wasn't anything to dislike really. She had curves in all the right places.

And sex on the second night wasn't as bad as on the first night.

I should have changed my underwear, she thought. They were on the stairs and there was no time for any more bad thoughts. She took a deep breath and held it.

"I'll be neat this time." said Thomas. He leaned over Sarah at the door, and planted a gentle kiss on her lips just for starters. Sarah moved into his touch and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Yes, gentle." she smiled warmly, reaching up to unbutton his shirt. He held still and let her work her tiny fingers along the buttons.

"I hope this isn't too fast. I know we haven't known each other for very long." he held her wrists still and looked down at her with worried eyes. She shook her head, out of breath. The exhaustion of sexual arousal was stinting.

"It's not-well-I hope not. I'm not used to this type of thing." she looked away, embarrassed.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"It's fine."

Thomas held her chin and kissed her deeply, running his eager fingers along the top of her buttocks. He caressed her through her jean shorts and she deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Let's do it." groaned Thomas. He lifted her up and laid her down on the large bed, moving back the white comforter to settle her down. She kicked off her shoes and laid back, fingers gripping the fabric underneath. She was 30 and unmarried and alone. This just felt right. Besides, she wouldn't be attractive forever. She sat up in bed when Thomas wasn't lying on top of her in a reasonable amount of time, and noticed he'd been looking toward the door and not at her.

"Is everything okay?" she asked, following his eyes. There was the sound again. Footsteps.

"There's someone in my house." whispered Thomas. He reached in the closet and grabbed something heavy. It was a metal bat. He swung it once. The sound of it moving through the air was startling.

"Oh God no." said Sarah, fumbling to stand up. She hauled herself forward and looked for her blouse. "It's the werewolf I told you about, I just know it is." this was the second time they'd been interrupted.

"Your fucking kidding me. The werewolf stuff again?" he folded his arms crossly.

"She's not kidding." Daniel stepped through the darkness and stood face to face with Thomas. He tensed, lifting the bat to swing, but was forced backward into the wall.

"Daniel stop it!" growled Sarah. She hurled herself against Daniel, racking her nails into his naked back. She thought that he must have followed her there.

"Did he touch you?"

"Why do you care?"

"Did he!?" he lowered his voice and held his head. "I'm sorry."

The moonlight shifted from one side of the room to the other, highlighting Thomas's unmoving body. The wall had broken under his weight and crumbled on top of him.

Sarah gave him one last accusatory glare. "You killed him." she ran over and knelt down at his side. He was breathing. "You could have killed him." she corrected, holding his head in her lap, she caressed his blood stained cheek.

"He's weak. He can't protect you like I can."

 

"Oh, what do you know!"

"I-..." he stammered. "I know a lot. I'm older than you think." 

"Did you follow me here?"

"I got his scent. You weren't home and-" he stopped himself. "I don't have to explain myself to you." he reached down and grabbed hold of her arm, lifting her up to standing. "I'm a goddamn werewolf. I can do what I want."

Sarah breathed in sharply. He was scaring her. She struggled in his steely grip. "Please don't kill me!" she cried.

"Kill you?" he put his hand on his head and sighed. "That's not-I wouldn't-" he stopped and pulled her to him. "A werewolf in love is a force to be reckoned with."

"I love Thomas."

"You don't love him."

"Your crazy."

"I'm werewolf." he held her wrist tightly and guided her out of the room. "I didn't choose to live next door to you."

Sarah stumbled along behind him, looking back periodically at the mess they'd left behind.

"Talking through the wall wasn't enough for you." she started out of breath. "It was enough for me." the ground was especially jagged under her bare feet. She struggled to keep her blouse on her shoulders. The chill of winter air brought back memories. The kind of memory that felt physically real. She saw Daniel ahead of her, pulling her along, then suddenly he was a beast with ragged, yellow eyes and sharp teeth. She let out a yelp at first, that exploded into a full on holler for help.

"Help! Somebody help!" she hollered.

"Hey, wake up." said Daniel, snarling. His voice was oddly present, an echo. "Wake up." he was on all fours at first, snarling and spitting, wholly animalistic, but the beast faded away and Daniel was there again, leaning over her, in bed. In her own bed.

Sarah sat up.

 "A dream?" she whispered. The sunlight poured in through the open window. Daniel knelt over her, his right knee in between her legs as if he'd been preparing to resuscitate. He couldn't physically touch her. "A dream..."

"You were distressed." said Daniel, rolling off of her to stand on the floor. "Your here, in my room..."

"Yes."

"You-you, almost killed-" she stopped herself to think. "I had a dream..." she settled for the lesser. "A nightmare really." She looked over at the alarm clock on her night stand. 11:00.

She pushed herself up from the bed and ran pass Daniel. There weren't any missed calls on the answering machine. She threw her head back and laughed frantically. "It was all

just a dream. Even the good parts."

 

 

 

 She never called Thomas and truthfully, he never called her either. Not for dinner at his place, not for anything. But then, there was always a realization with men who initiated sex on the first night. She shouldn't have expected anything more than that.

Sarah shook herself from the momentary stupor and sat up in bed. Minnesota, she thought she ought to go there. There were no werewolves, or very few, in Minnesota. And her parents were in Minnesota.

She couldn't stay in bed forever, sulking. She needed to pack for Minnesota. That's what she'd planned to do, but the emotion that tied her to that bed was especially potent. Good, she thought. If she could feel as bad as that, Daniel must have been close to insanity. He deserved as much. But then, he never did explain why they'd been connected the way they were, or the physical barrier that kept him from getting near. It was a witches curse, she knew that much, but that was centuries ago and curses didn't last centuries. They lasted generations. He couldn't have been that old, on the count of no one practiced witchcraft anymore, not since thousands of years ago.

Around this time of day, she could always hear absurd noises, like pulsating, coming from Daniels end. It was the reverberation of loud music without the words, just the bass. Sarah moved her feet at first, feeling the sound under her heels. She moved her hips next, gyrating, left to right, back and forth. It felt good to let go, even for just a few precious minutes.

But then, Sarah stopped moving to listen. The bass made way to another sound, a strangled cry, a gasp for air, and then the sound was suddenly muffled. She put her ear to the wall, but instead of more cries, the bass got deeper, and the strange sounds disappeared behind it.

"Hey! What's going on over there!" she banged on the wall hard, then paused, forgetting herself for a moment. There was a werewolf next door, not anyone that was human. She even thought to call the police, but they seldom got involved in werewolf business.

What if someone was in danger? Sarah felt for a moment, that she should investigate, it was instinct to want to help, but it was also instinct to ignore any goings on from Daniels end. She caught her lip in between her teeth. Thinking that someone was being hurt right next door was too disheartening to ignore. She'd pack for Minnesota later, that is, if she'd live through what she was about to do.

If Thomas didn't want her, then what else was there to live for anyhow? She took another sip from the open beer can and swallowed hard. The alcohol had made her brave.

The cold was no longer comforting. It was a reminder of how very human she was, as she made her way onto Daniels front porch. The simplest thing to do was knock, the option was also the most idiotic, probably. She stood there, on the stoop, shivering. The intent wasn't clear, not even to her. She lifted her fist, held it steady, then dropped it to her side again feeling defeated.

"Deep breaths." she tugged at her scarf as if it'd been keeping her from rightly breathing. The door was unlocked. She pushed it, slightly, only just enough that it crept forward adequately enough to peer inside. The living room was immaculate. The linoleum, the walls, the furniture, all of it was white and clean and oddly disconcerting. Nothing was out of place, or tilted, or painted. Nothing moved. She was fascinated by it. The fascination overcame any fear she might have had.

 So she stepped over the threshold like a curious child, and didn't bother to push the door shut behind her.

The noises were easier to hear now. The weighty bass came from a device, a metal box bolted to the ceiling-a stereo speaker. The walls shivered. Sarah held her neck, feeling the sensation at the back of her throat as she looked around.

The noises were coming from upstairs, she realized, in her silent languor. She watched her feet as she climbed, up and up, until there was nothing white anymore. Just dark hallway and speckled lighted portions where there were cracks. In the back of her mind, something said that this was wrong, it screamed at her, fought to push her in the other direction, but she kept forward. Her inhibition would suffice.

There was a door, where light creeped around the edges. She walked forward toward it, slowly, never taking her eyes away from the light. She pushed it, and it swung open, crashed into the wall on the other side.

"Sarah?" Daniel looked over his shoulder, his naked backside still pulsing-mind had yet to recognize the situation at hand and pressed forward, needing the gratification it sought. She'd never seen him, not wholly, not in person, but his voice sent chills down her spine and made her stomach sick. It wouldn't have, had he not been like that.

"Whose she?" the woman, writhing underneath him, pushed up on her elbows and gave her a crooked smile. "She joining?"

"Don't you fucking talk to her that way." he lifted his hand to hit her, but Sarah standing there, he silently decided against it. His eyes were yellow, and undulating with something that was barely contained-the animosity of a wild animal. He turned to Sarah and ran a hand through his sweat drenched, waist length, bleach blond hair. "You should go."

She wanted to go. She didn't want to see the dark haired beauty lying spread eagle under Daniel. She was reminded of cheap pornography as she continued to stare, unable to peel her eyes away.

"Aw, let her stay." when she moved, her large breasts moved too. Sarah was suddenly insecure. She was the kind of woman Thomas would have liked, not the tiny little brown skinned girl with just enough breasts to fill a b cup. That wasn't the point, and when Sarah realized that her mind had begun to wander, she turned toward the door.

"I just thought-" she began. "I didn't know-well, someone was crying I thought." she ran a nervous hand up her arm and suddenly felt like she'd cry. Daniel got up and wrapped a towel around his waist, his large member still twitching through the fabric. The girl sat up in bed, with her head perched on her fist.

"I'm going to walk her out." said Daniel.

"Hurry back. I'm not finished." the strange woman folded her legs to conceal her lower half, taut thighs still glistening with sweat. She was being condescending, or playful. Either way, Sarah couldn't stand it.

Daniel lead her down the stairs and to the living room, where she let out the breath she'd been holding in.

"You shouldn't have come here." said Daniel.

"Fucking werewolves..." the spell had been lifted. She was no longer mesmerized, not by his house and not by him. "You know better than anyone that I can hear-ugh-just forget it. I'm leaving for Minnesota tonight." she thought he should know.

"I'm sorry you had to see that." "I didn't see anything." "Sarah..."

"I'll leave now." she kept her eyes down, afraid that if she looked at him, she'd want to stay. He was handsome, far more handsome than Thomas, but that wasn't a fair comparison. Werewolves were inherently good looking.

"Stay." he reached out, but retracted his hand soon after. Sarah's eyes wandered to the tiny metal ring dangling from his lower lip.

"I'll see you around. My-uh, boyfriend's taking me to Minnesota in the morning-uh, tonight." she turned toward the door. There was that feeling, in her lower belly. That physical heaviness. She turned to look at Daniel and noticed he'd been straining, head lowered, fist balled at his sides. Good, she thought.

"I'll walk you over."

 "No-it's fine. I'm just next door. I think I can handle that." she fought to keep her eyes from wandering down to the ripples in his stomach-the still, glittering folds of skin that Shaped his abdomen. The dog tag was a nice addition.

"Bye Sarah." said Daniel. He turned away to keep from looking her in the eyes. "Yeah...bye."

 

 

 Sarah leaned over the toilet holding her stomach. There was nothing left to regurgitate, so her body heaved painfully, every muscle in her body reacting to the strain. She rested her chin on the cold porcelain and moaned. That was it. She had nothing left to give it.

The strange woman in his bed must have been a werewolf herself. Only a werewolf could have sex with a werewolf and live to talk about it. It made her stomach sick again. She wanted to stop thinking about it, but couldn't.

"Minnesota." she looked at the half packed suitcases she'd laid out and contemplated leaving for good. She'd worry about that when she was on the plane, but felt awfully pathetic for wanting to go, now because Daniel was sleeping with someone else. It wasn't that she wanted him, but the thought of him having sex, just beyond her bedroom wall was disheartening. What she'd interpreted as a cry for help, was actually a cry of...pleasure. She felt suddenly idiotic, embarrassed and naive.

And possibly jealous.

She hauled herself into bed and looked up at the ceiling. She couldn't deny her feelings, they were there, and Daniel was there and she couldn't possibly begin to recover.

Then there was Thomas, her almost one night stand. She mentally scolded herself for thinking of Thomas, the guy who she'd anticipated spending the rest of her life with after one night of cheap drinks in a shoddy bar. She inwardly snarled and turned over, taking the covers with her.

Minnesota was a good move.

Or at least she thought so before the phone rang and Thomas was on the other end. Speak of the devil.

"Uh-hey." she curled up next to the receiver and attempted to keep the giddiness out of her voice.

"I want to see you tonight." his voice was hoarse and she couldn't help but to wonder if something had happened.

"Sure-I guess. Your place?"

"My place."

"Sounds good."

The conversation was concise and Sarah put down the phone feeling confused, but relieved. This was her chance to get it right.

She looked at herself in the rear view. He still wants me, she thought. She smiled, testing the elasticity of her cheeks. She pulled her eyelids up, pursed her lips. She looked tired and still had that strange lack-of-sleep glow. She parked her car and got out.

When she pulled up to Thomas's place, he was standing on the front porch. She smiled bashfully and stepped out of the old Toyota. She nudged the door with her hip to close it-it was an old car and the door wouldn't have shut by any other means.

"Good to see you again." she hugged him tightly. His body felt oddly tense. She looked down at his arm and noticed the heavy bandages.

"Cement cutter." he smiled handsomely, blue eyes flickering cutely in the sunlight. His short brown hair was slicked back. He kissed her cheek. "Just a flesh wound."

"That's awful."

"I'll bounce back." he scratched his head, nervously. "You hungry?" he nudged her inside and closed the door. He kept his back to the entryway and locked it without looking.

"Nice place." it was nothing like her dream, but it was clean and well furnished. "Yeah."

"Are you okay? You don't look too well." asked Sarah. He was sweating. The temperature was below 40, she was sure.

"Everything is fine."

"Good." Sarah meandered through the living room, looking at wallet sized pictures of him as a child. He hadn't moved from the door, or even attempted to.

"What are we having for dinner?"

He answered in a contained voice. "You."

His answer was startling. After the initial surprise wore off, fear settled over her and remained as she watched him with a new set of eyes, ones not clouded by his facade. This was too good to be true. She knew it all along.

"I don't understand."

He ripped the thick white gauze from his forearm and displayed the several inch long gashes. He'd been poisoned.

"I know someone who can help you."

"I can't be helped. I'm too far gone. After yesterday I-I stopped trying to control the urges." he moved forward a foots length and stopped. "I have to eat human meat."

Sarah careened backward into the bookcase, but kept her eyes on Thomas.

"It can be helped. I promise." she tried to keep the quiver out of her voice.

"I don't believe you." he closed his eyes and took in a breath. Sarah's scent was all over now. He wanted something living, something breathing, to have for dinner. Sarah was alone, her parents were in Minnesota and she'd had no brothers or sisters to speak of as far as he was concerned. She was the perfect target.

 Sarah moved clumsily, stumbling face first into the kitchen. She kept her eyes on Thomas.

"You'll go to jail for the rest of your life." she reached into the dish pan and grabbed a small knife. "If you kill me-"

"None of that matters." his words were strangled. He moved back, grasping a chair and overturning it. "I didn't think you'd come. You shouldn't have come." There was the sound of splitting bone, the deep inner howl of a wolves first full turn. Sarah covered her ears, one hand outstretched in preparation for injuring Thomas.

She was stupid, she couldn't deny that. Had she not been so desperate for love, she might have been able to wake up the next morning and make the long haul to Minnesota.

The china cabinet buckled under Thomas's weight as he held on to anything in his path in trying to keep upright. His knees belted under him, muscles contorting strangely. They bulged, long brown hair swelling to the surface of his white skin. His jaw cracked and large white fangs replaced the, before, well manicured molars he'd had. Sarah could feel his transformation in her own body and reacted, swinging the knife in front of her defensively.

"Thomas you have to fight it!"

He was too far gone to hear her now. She paused. She'd lost track of him in the darkness. The stillness was suffocatingly present, as she stretched her eyes through the obscurity.

Then footsteps and the nails that followed scraped against the linoleum. Thomas's now, completely contorted face shown through into the dim light of the kitchen followed by his large, wolf like appendages, that had grown beyond human size. The seams on his dark blue jeans had split and hung loose from his swollen hips.

The creature knelt down on all fours and lunged hellishly toward Sarah.

"Daniel Help!" she'd panicked. It was a quick surrender and Daniel was there in a flash of white fur just as Thomas leapt toward her, his jaws snapping wildly.

 Daniel hurriedly took the creature around the neck and held tight, every muscle in his body pulled taut. The animal screamed and flailed. Daniel glanced down and saw the injury he'd sustained.

"Poisoned." his voice was low over the pained howls of his victim. His expression was stoic.

Sarah swallowed and bent down behind the kitchen counter where she couldn't be seen.

Daniel got Thomas around the neck and snatched his head away from his shoulders quickly, before the beast could make a sound in retaliation. The sickening crack echoed through the kitchen and Sarah rose from her hiding place to see what had happened. Thomas was completely motionless and without a head. Daniel still had it swinging, dark brown hair clenched in his closed fist.

"What did you-" she put her hand over her mouth and fumbled backward. Thomas's blood seeped into the white crevices under her feet.

Daniel breathed heavily. He dropped the severed head and the skull cracked on impact.

"Your a...monster." he had changed in that moment. The beast in him had taken over, though not visibly present. She pushed as far as she could into whatever had been behind her and held her stomach as if she'd topple.

"You called to me. You asked for my help."

"Is this what help means to you?" she wanted to keep from peering down at the severed head, but couldn't keep her eyes away. Finally, she turned and put her head in the sink to vomit, one hand gripping the facet, the other holding on for dear life, to the countertop.

"Its the only way to kill a werewolf." he nudged the lifeless body with his foot. "We have to burn it."

"Your sick." said Sarah, head still in the sink.

Daniel tied his hair back, pink lips upturned. "What were you doing with him?" the speckled yellow portions in his dark eyes settled and returned to their traditional light blue. The lines in his face hardened when he didn't get an answer.

"Did you hear me?"

"Why the hell do you care?"

"Just answer my question."

"He was my boyfriend."

"Your lying."

"What does it matter anyway? Don't you have someone to go back to fucking?"

"Don't talk about things you know nothing about."

Sarah digressed. Pushing a strand of hair away from her forehead, she took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry..." she pushed past him and went out onto the veranda to get fresh air. The stifling kitchen air was suddenly suffocating her. She could still hear the echo of Thomas's detached head on the kitchen floor. It made her cringe. She'd intended to jump in her old Toyota and keep going until she was in Minnesota, never mind the plane ticket she'd bought.

She was leaning against the balustrade, breathing steadily, contemplating escaping when Daniel came up behind her and heaved her upward into the air. The ground fell away under her feet and she was above the trees, above the tops of houses before she could consider what had happened. Behind her, a cloud of thick black smoke bellowed up into the still darkening sky. She was getting closer to the ground, falling fast toward a small clearing in the woods. She thought she was going to die and said a silent prayer, but just before she hit found, Daniel caught her in his massive grip.

"I've got you." he said, voice laced with concern. Sarah looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Fucking werewolves."