The street was empty, framed by tall city buildings and split with a green grassed median. Lights danced in patterns over black road with no cars. My breath fogged the night air as eyes locked onto the full yellow moon hanging in the middle of the horizon. I could have been in Vegas, but how did I get here?
A scrapping sounds called my attention from the night goddess floating in the sky. It sounded like metal being dragged across the concrete. With a shiver of dread, I looked around for the noise. Nothing, except for the dancing of the lights as they glittered in patterns. Looking around, I began to walk down the road, looking for an answer as to what was going on.
After walking a few feet it became apparent something was following me. The sound of the scraping was back, but now I had a definitive direction that it was coming from. Whirling around, I saw darkness behind me. Like the entire city and lights were just gone. In that darkness, two red eyes peered out at me. A shiver of fear went through me and without thinking, I turned and ran.
A howl sounded and I ran to the nearest door. I pulled on thick brass handles to no avail. I moved on, aware that the darkness was spreading as lights winked out and raced towards me. Each door I tried failed and in panic, I raced looking for somewhere to hide and found a construction site. Rushing in past the fence, another howl sounded in desperation it seemed to catch me.
Looking around I found my answer. There, stacked in a pyramid were concrete cylinders just big enough for me to squeeze into. Without further delay, I was crawling into one as far as I could guess where the middle was. I had jumped in one that was framed by more than a few of the cylinders.
A snarl echoed around me and I looked past my feet to see those red eyes staring intently at me. Clawed hands reached up for my foot, only to fall short. With a frustrated growl, a howl blistered my ears and jerked me out of sleep.
"Are you okay Vance?"
The feminine voice belonged to Mrs. Banes. My neighbor who happened to be a gorgeous woman and a werewolf. A week ago she had infected me through sex. She was here now because my mom was at work. Actually, any night since that my mother was working late, she had stayed the night with me. Pain went through me right when I was about to reply. With a grunt, I tried to recompose myself.
"You're covered in sweat," she observed, licking my neck.
"That tickles."
She kissed my then and cuddled up to me. Like any woman, she loved to cuddle, though every morning before my mother returned, she showered to get rid of my scent. The reason was because she lived with two other werewolves and didn't want them to know about me.
"So what were you dreaming about?"
"A werewolf hunting me."
"Tell me about it."
I did. Recalling every detail I could to her.
"So you ran?"
"Well, yeah. Wouldn't you?"
"Yes, but it's the wrong choice."
She shifted around and stretched, opening the blanket to much needed cool air.
"Why shouldn't I have run. Werewolves tear you apart."
"Or fuck you if you find the right one huh?" she said with a giggle. "I'm sorry
Vance. I have never dealt with much of this before. You are my first turning and I forget to tell you things."
