After being attacked, professional call girl Raya and her sister Lana become a little less human. Though one sees this as a gift and an enhancement toward professional improvement, the other sees this as a curse.
On top of that, they're being toyed...
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The day guard was nowhere to be seen when Raya opened the lobby door in her apartment building.
Figures, she thought. He was probably screwing miss three-fourteen who'd just recently became single, or away having a massive poo, anything to distract himself from doing the job he was actually getting paid for. And, to think, the idea of the building being safely guarded had been the thing that had drawn her to the place in the beginning.
Raya scoffed and made her way to the elevator, shoes in one hand and keys in the other. The lovely blue dress she'd worn to see Gary was now ripped in a few places, and she fretted over that as she rode the elevator up to her floor.
"I'm so stupid," she shook her head thinking of how dumb she'd been to not take off her clothes before going beast the first time, and ruining her pretty dress. Getting naked might sound a logical thing to do before turning into a wolf-woman, but it hadn't crossed her mind until she saw Bruce do it.
There would be no more tattered dresses if she could help it, by golly.
She stepped off at her floor, trying to think of buying new clothes, and trying not to dwell on Bruce's orders.
The apartment looked the same way she'd left it. Smooth, neat surfaces, a flat screen mounted at the center of the living room's focal point, the white leather couch that was supposed to mimic a cloud next to the sky blue wall; everything was clean and normal.
So what was that scent? She wondered. It perked her nose as soon as she opened the door, caused her to drop her shoes and keys by the door instead of putting them away, and then it drove her to sniff about curiously, trying to find it's source. It smelled like rot, and it horrified her to think that anyone else could have smelled this in her home, forgetting that she could only pick it up because of her wolf-like sense.
"What is that?" she asked no-one, since her roommate wasn't in the room, watching The Vampire Diaries or 16 and Pregnant as usual, then she froze.
No! She pled in her head, unable to utter the word. She edged toward Queenie's door, her heart drumming in her ears. The scent grew stronger.
Oh, God, no. Please, no. She thought. Of all the crazy shit that's happened in the last few days, she couldn't take much more.
With a shaky hand, Raya turned the knob and opened Queenie's bedroom door. The smell was so strong it was alarming. Queenie's frame lay facing the wall, covered up and still. As still as the dead.
Just when Raya's heart sank as she thought the worst, Queenie raised and glared over at Raya with sleepy, weak eyes.
"You alright, Hon?" Queenie asked.
Raya sighed and sent up a silent thank you, but she could still smell that rotting aroma. It was so strong now, Raya had to fight to keep from pinching her nose. What was it?
As a rule, the girls never ate or drank anything beyond the dining room, so Raya knew no food would be rotting in Queenie's room. They didn't have vermin, thanks to the exterminators that came by every month religiously, so that wasn't an option. Raya was baffled...until a wild thought crossed her mind.
