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 night was quiet and still as Raya peeked outside her apartment building, her haphazardly packed gym bag full of her essentials slung over her shoulder. Once she was sure no-one was watching her, she dashed to the car and tossed the bag in her trunk, then hopped in her car with haste; she almost felt like she was stealing it.
She took care while driving to her sister's apartment, keeping check on the sides and the rear view for any sight of Bruce. Connection my ass, she thought. His knowledge boiled down to nothing but a good old fashioned case of stalking. Creepy, she thought, shivering. Now that she knew he had been following her, she wasn't going to give him the chance to figure out what she was doing - it would destroy the plan.
For all the precaution she was taking, it was foolish, of course, because he would probably check Lana's house first, if he lost track of her. As long as he didn't see her carrying a packed bag, and she kept him from following her to Mississippi, they should be fine. Raya decided she would dash over to Lana's, get her motivated, and help her pack. In her mind, Lana was probably setting around, moping about how this terrible thing had happened to her, the way she'd done when the jail incident happened. At least they'd held her job for her that time, now she has no job and she's a werewolf. Raya assumed Lana would be a mess.
She did not, however, imagine the kind of mess she would actually walk into at Lana's when she let herself in..
The scent that smacked her in the face when she opened that door was the rancid rot of a hundred demons' vomit. She saw the trail right away, the sick trailed from the hallway leading to the phone hanging on the wall. She followed the puke trail all the way to the bathroom and almost let go herself. It was horrendous! The rotting pieces of half digested-half rotted flesh, the bone shards, all floating in a pool of stomach bile. She couldn't imagine what Lana must have gone through to produce this inhuman amount of hurl.
Swallowing back her disgust, Raya began to look for poor Lana. When she was sure Lana was out, she decided to suck it up and clean the mess. The sooner it was clean, the sooner they could leave. Plus, it smelled like damnit in there. If she didn't clean it up, she would add to the mess, the stench twisting her stomach.
Her new wolf stamina had made the clean up easier as she wasn't getting tired of scrubbing. It also helped to have something to keep her busy so she wouldn't have to think of the way Gary tasted; surprisingly a lot like raw bacon, or the way Bruce had looked in the buff; as though chizzled out of stone by Michelangelo himself and entirely scrumptious.
She started thinking of other ways the stamina of the wolf inside her would come in handy, and her mind created a scenario including Bruce and a few props. She grew annoyed at herself for being the slut-queen again, causing her to scrub harder until that spot on the bathroom floor was almost as sparkly as a Mr. Clean commercial.
By the time the disheveled Lana came in, Raya was finished cleaning the bathroom and hallway, and was hard at work on the carpet in the living room. She paused to give Lana a concerned glare.
