Almost sundown! He must get home before the moon rises. With a screech, he stops the car. Unbelievable! a wedding reception in the middle of the street! Who hell has a wedding reception in the street? No matter, his house is just at the end. He’ll hurry there before time is up.
Too late! as he weaves in and out of the drunken guests his body stops, pain in every muscle as they grow in strength and density. His senses heighten so much so, that the stench of alcohol becomes dominant; his skin unbearably itches as fur sprouts from it. His face is in agony as his nose and mouth stretch to become a snout. His spine torments him as a tail emerges from his backside. His teeth and nails fall away from his body as he gains fangs and claws.
His will, his empathy gone, replaced by the aggravating stench of sweat, alcohol and perfume. Only one smell will cover it up, only one smell that he can stand. He slashes the throat of the nearest person, an elderly woman sitting upon a chair. Her blood is not enough to cover the unbearable smells. He needs more. So begins the massacre of pleasure that only in this form he delights in. Slashing and tearing into the flesh of the scared wedding guests as they try to escape the brutal attack, many kicking and screaming as he terrorizes them before the slaughter.
It was halfway through the bloodshed night when he noticed the scent, her scent. Her fur a beautiful reddish orange that made her look as if she were fire itself, as she swept through the carnage of the night’s genocide. Her beauty aside, he could not let a stranger have his kills. He pounced on top of her. His fangs bared in rage as he clawed at her jugular. She howled in pain before she bit down into his shoulder.
For hours, the two murderous beasts were locked into mortal combat. Ripping, gouging and slashing into one another’s flesh. Fur in between their teeth and claws. The darkness of the night slipping away as dawn approached.
His body hurt. His skin didn’t feel like his own he began clawing at it, tearing off his fur piece by piece as his head shrunk back to normal. His naked body awash in blood and other fluids, massive chunks of flesh missing from the attack. He cried and mourned the lives he had taken the night. A tsunami of shame and regret flooded him until he looked over at the woman. Her fiery red hair ablaze in the golden sunlight, she looked at him with regret in her eyes and smiled, as did he.