My apartment is nothing to write home about, it’s small…the single doors opens into a good sized great-room, to the left of the door is a galley style kitchen, other side of the island having a small dining table with two chairs then a small living room set up, the far wall being this balcony that’s barely my shoulder’s span wide, the only thing that I’ve really done to it due to how short I’ve been here were these racks of growing herbs and spice plants that cover the balcony and randomly sprinkle about the great-room and kitchen. I’m a chef, so…I like to have fresh herbs on hand, I’ve entirely retrofitted one of the cabinets into a spice cabinet with various recycled jars and things of herbs and spices I’ve dried and or mixed myself from the hand of them I have about the place. It’s definitely not my dream chef’s kitchen: multiple ovens, at least eight burners, huge fridge…walk in pantry, all of those fun things that would allow me to make the kind of meals I could only dream of making. Luckily, this place was temporary, at least…I hope it’s temporary, I’ve only been here maybe four-five months, so it will be some time before I’m able to look for that dream apartment of mine, but…in time, all in due time.

            Jamie closed the door to my apartment with his foot as he peeled his blazer off as I pulled him into my apartment by the tie as he reached out and all, but ripped and tore my shirt off me as we were also rather violently making out, not caring about any kind of manners or anything really…just the pure, carnal lust the two of us were feeling. A large muscled hand grabbed the back of my thigh as he hiked my leg up and tossed it around his hips as he slammed me back into the wall as his other hand raked his nails down my back making me arch into him as I felt sharp teeth nip at my lower lip as this pure, beastly carnal lust was overtaking everything and just leading to the two of us doing whatever we wanted purely seeking and chasing more and more of that feeling as more clothing was discarded. Thick rough hair sprayed across his chest and stomach as I let my hands wander and travel about his tall, muscled body before my entire body was tossed…not to the couch or anything, but I bounced a little as I landed on my actual bed as he crossed the room, stripped off his belt, shoes, socks and what other clothing he had on as he stalked towards me, this…low, rough growling sound emanated from his chest as his hands met the foot of my bed as he rose up and all, but pushed me back against my own bed as I dug my fingers into his hair, a comfortable smugness filling my chest at messing up his rather pristinely styled hair.

            The sting on my back got rougher as he pressed his nails in deeper, his face buried into the crook of my neck and shoulder as I felt his teeth press against my skin, all of my senses muddled and nothing, but a haze of the deepest ingrained parts of my consciousness; the sound of bed creaks, the sound of his low…almost inhuman sounds, the scent of cologne mixed with the smokey, sweet heat of mesquite and the almost astringent scent of varnish, the rough feeling of his skin against mine, the sweat that beaded down my body, the weightlessness mixed with this intense heat and…all of those other fun feeing caused by two people having the most debauched rough sex while one of them is hammered drunk possible. However, there was something that all, but instantly snapped me back sober. A sharp feeling…at my shoulder, I looked over at Jamie, the lights off…but his eyes were glowing this neon amber color, pupils this thinnest slits, but in the moonlight that came through, I could see his teeth were longer…they were sharper with large fangs pressing deeply against my shoulder, barely away from breaking my skin and drawing blood, his hand slammed into the bed to my side as I gripped onto the blankets and pillow as all of my senses were being overtaken and my mind was starting to blur again, thick amber/cream fur started rapidly sprawling across his arm, black nails shifting into massive claws as his other held my hip tight enough I felt his claws catch my skin and the soft scent of blood hit my nose, a sharp growl moving through his chest that was without a doubt…not a sound a person could make. Despite the shock, confusion and everything else I was feeling due to seeing this…transformation start taking over him, my mind was still pickled, that snap-shot of sobering just giving me enough focus to feel him…sink his teeth into my shoulder as I yelled out…the pain of him biting me entirely overshadowed by the pleasure I felt and…my vision instantly was consumed black and I passed out.