Werewolf Stories

The Contract

Can you imagine it? Hoping for a miracle? Well, once upon a time there was a girl named Rachel;

When school was finished, Rachel took her bike and raced her way to her home. Since she was 16, she lives in a little house at the edge of the forest. Now she already lives there one year, without any problems or worries. Her parents on the other hand still live in the house where she grew up.

After thirty minutes she arrived at the little old wooden house. It almost looks like nobody lived there since a very long time. But because of all the pretty flowers, which were put into flowerpots, people should guess that someone now inhabited the house.

Most of the time Rachel makes her own food, but today her parents made her some delicious chicken. Rachel took the scale of chicken, which was left in front of the door of her house. After dropping her school stuff in a corner, she walks into the kitchen to lay down the scale of her favorite food.

Only a piece of paper caught her eye. First she thought that she wrote it herself, maybe to remind herself of something important. She stared at the note but was surprised that it was packed in an envelope. She put the chicken on the table and read the front of the letter.

For Miss Rachel
From Mister Z.

Rachel was very confused. Who is Mister Z.? How does 'Mister Z.' know her name? What does he want from her? And most of all; How did this letter come inside of her house? Because of these questions Rachel asked herself, her curiosity was at the highest. So she opened it and started to read the letter.

Dear Miss Rachel,
Already thank you for reading my letter. I presume that you don't know why I wrote you, actually it's a propose for a deal if I should say it correctly.

Since the day you started living in this house, I already intended to approach you. Only for making the best choice, I though I should wait. So, now I offer you something what could change your life: Do you want to be a werewolf?

I know it souds crazy but please think about it.

From your future friend,
Mister Z.

'Is this a joke?' Rachel mumbled to herself. 'No, otherwise I would't write it. Don't ya agree, sweetheart?' A strange voice asked to Rachel. She quickly turned arround and took a knife, which lied on the counter. 'Please don't do that.' While he points at the knife, his sharp nail show itself in the last sunlight of the day. 'I didn't even say my name and you already think I am a badguy.' Slowly she relaxed her arm almost being in a complete trance, eventually the knife was pointed to the floor.

After her little shock-moment was over, she could see how the man looked like. It's a man in his early 20's and wears a dark blue suit. He took his hat off, now she could see his light blue eyes with a little shade of green. While he checks of his suit is still clean, his black hair points to all different directions what makes Rachel chuckle a little.

'What is so funny?' The man asked but Rachel reminded herself in what sort of situation she was. So, she shook her head and showed the knife again. 'What do you want from me? Who are you? A-And how did you come in my house?!' Rachel raised her voice a little after getting nervous by the thirth question. 'Easy sweetheart. I will answer first the most important question; You didn't lock your backdoor.'

It was quiet for a long time. Awkwardness surrounded the room. 'Oh right! The questions!" He claimed with a excited voice. "I presume you just read the letter, so you know who I am and what I asked you. You don't have to do it if you don't want to but... I kind of waited a year so I would qreally appreciated if you say yes.'

Rachel opened her mouth but closed it again like a fish. No words were available to be spoken by Rachel's voice. 'Well... I uhh..-' She stops talking when the man took a piece of the chicken. 'He just took a piece of the chicken!' She thought in disbelief.

He looks at her while she stopped talking. 'Sorry, I already smelled the chicken three miles away-... I couldn't resist it.' He paused for a second to take another piece. 'You can also eat.' The man stated with a cheesy smile. Rachel jaw almost dropped on the floor. 'You better close your mouth. Are you trying to catch flies?'

Without hesitating, she closed her mouth. He looks around in her little house without caring about the stare he got from Rachel. 'So... Did you already thought about it?' Somewhere in deep thoughts Rachel noticed he said something. 'What?'

The light blue eyed guy turns around and walks to her. Rachel walks backwards until she bumps against the fridge. He leans into Rachel's shoulder and touches her ear with his lips. 'If I can turn you.' A vibration goes through her spine while his husky voice reaches her full attention. Her heartbeat rises and she feels his breath in her exposed neck. 'Sweetheart.'