Julia was looking at him with awe, as his body was now on full display for her very eager eyes. The way that he was putting himself out there, not caring about his own nudity, and basically acting like it was one of the most natural things in the world to be standing in front of her naked.
“Ahhhh…what was that….ahhhh…” She looked down to see that her hands were now covered with fur, but the palms of her hands were stil l human form, and there was an intense pain shooting through her skull like a hot knife through butter. “ STOP THIS…I don’t want any of this. All I want is to be myself…ahhhhh….god it hurts.”
“Julia, you have to stop fighting it, and then you can finally accept your place. Fighting it only makes it worse, and you have to except the pain for what it is and let the beast take you over.” He was changing himself, his face contorting and becoming the animal that he was known to be. Through his transformation, he noticed that Julia was not completely changing, and maybe it was taking a little bit longer because it was her first time. He saw her eyes turn red, and not the normal yellow or green that werewolves are known for.\
Her voice changed, and now she was sounding more baritone “HELP ME…OH GOD…THIS CAN”T BE RIGHT.” Her teeth were now forming, but instead of changing to a wolf, there was something else more…something that was making her grab Chance by the neck and lift him in the air. Something that made her drive those newly formed teeth into his neck. Julia was no longer there, somewhat hidden in her own mind, as this thing ripped into Chance, draining him dry and letting his carcass feel to the ground at her feet.
She felt like herself, and she was looking up at the moon, but she was not the wolf. All of this was some kind of practical joke, but then she looked down to see Chance in human form…dead at her feet. There was the taste of copper in her mouth and she put her finger up to her lips to come back with blood soaking the digit.
In the dis tance…a man all in black watched…and then whispered. “My dear, you are but one, and now it begins. As a vampire and werewolf…you are a new breed of warrior…one that will bend to my will and become the product of those mangy mutts demise.”
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Julia stood with her hands bloody and looked down at the carcass of Chance. She had no idea what was happening, only that it was a foregone conclusion that she was responsible. She froze, and then a bright light shone in her face. A police officer knocked her down onto the ground and began handcuffing her behind her back. She heard them talking to her about having the right to remain silent, but for the most part she was in a state of shock and denial.
“Call ahead and have a psychiatrist on call, because I can’t see anything in her eyes to indicate that she’s there.” They loaded her up into the police car, her face showing no emotion, unable to speak or say anything at all. “I think she killed him in an act of passion, and now she can’t believe that she killed the person that she was in love with. I’m not a psychiatrist by any means, but I can see that she is being eaten up inside by what she did. No matter, our duty is clear and we have to bring her in and have one of the investigators interrogate her.” The officer was a veteran on the force, someone that thought he had seen it all, yet what he had seen back on that mountain was something else entirely.
“I can’t get over the brutality of it all, and it looked to me like she had ripped his throat open with her bare hands.” Officer Timmons had been on the force less than two weeks, and unfortunately he wasn’t ready for the intense feeling he would feel when he saw his first body. “I didn’t mean to get sick, but at least I had the semblance of mind to do it away from the crime scene.” He thought that he was prepared for this type of work, especially being a third generation police officer in
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