Blood and Gore
“Look, I’ve had enough of your bullshit! Just say you want to break up with me or something! Stop making up fucking excuses!” she was yelling in the street at the man; the man, however, was almost ignoring her. He kept glancing about, he looked as if he was scared of something, and that he thought it was about to come out of nowhere and get him.
“Let’s just go back into the restaurant,” he said, grabbing her hand, fear almost making him stutter, “Please.”
“No! It’s closed! I’m going home, and if you want this relationship to continue, you’ll leave me the hell alone tonight!” The woman tore her hand from his grasp, and strode of down the street.
“Don’t go that way!” the man yelled out, half-starting after her.
The woman turned around and yelled “I’ll do whatever I damn well please!” at him. She twirled back around, and strode off into the darkness.
For a second, it looked like the man would go after her. But instead he went into the restaurant, and got out his mobile.
As he spoke on it – I guess he was calling a taxi, since one came by later – I broke the woman’s neck, and dragged her body into the bushes.
I never let my prey escape me, so I crept around to the back of the lonely restaurant. It was on the outskirts of the small town; and was few hundred metres away from the nearest house. It was nearing one a.m.; so there were only a few staff members left, and no more patrons. I licked my tongue across my teeth, with a grin. I knew it was going to be fun.
I leapt through a glass ‘wall’ and cannoned into one of the waitresses, setting my jaw around her throat and head as we came down. Her head cracked hard against the floor as she slammed into the ground beneath me, knocking her unconscious. Instead of wasting time finishing her off, I leapt at the floor manager who was staring at me with surprise.
He let go of his notebook and turned to run, but I slammed him into the wall and raked my claws through his rib cage, tearing through the bone. I let his corpse drop as I rushed for the kitchen door, where the kitchen staff and waiters had been busy washing dishes.
I knocked over three of them as I entered – I think they were coming to check out the racket I was causing – and I dug my right foot’s claws into one. I leapt upon the centre counter, and rolled over it to bowl over a chef, whose head I crushed with one hand as I got back to my feet.
There were too many of them to kill then and there, at least before they got out of the room. I was about to run down a waiter who was making for a window, when I saw a pair of huge meat cleavers sitting in a dish rack.
I picked one up and hurled it into his back as he struggled with the window, and used the other one to cleave in half another chef who was trying to sneak through my reach.
One woman – and apprentice chef – was just standing there, horrified. I started heading for the two I had knocked over, who were still getting to their feet, careful not to look at her. As I passed her I suddenly snapped out my left arm and grabbed her, dragging her in front of me so I could deal a blow with my cleaver.
But she was As’Rae’Scaer, so I pushed her aside, withdrawing my claws from where they had pierced her arm.
She collapsed against the wall, and I ignored her, continuing my advance on the two who had just regained their feet and were stumbling to the door. I cut down the man from behind as he shoved the woman ahead, and pulled past his corpse to get back into the backroom. The woman was fast – she was already pushing open the doors to the seating area, and I burst through them right behind her.
The man, my prey, was standing near the entrance. He locked eyes with me as I glanced at him, and then I tore after the woman as she started to zigzag between the tables. I tossed aside a table and embedded the cleaver into her head. I left it there and began leaping on and over tables to cut off the rest from the kitchen, before they reached the front entrance.
I slammed into the man in front, causing a sickening crack as I bore him to the ground. The second man ran into me, and before he could move away I grabbed his leg and dragged him to the ground beside the first. I bit into his throat as I scratched away at the first man with my left hand, raking my claws down along his chest.
I got to my feet and chased after my prey, and the seater who had been near the entrance with him. I smashed through the glass doors, and tore after them. Within seconds I was upon the seater, pushing him over, ripping up his back. The man kept running, and started yelling “Help!” as loud as he could. I silenced his cries shortly after he began them, ramming into him and biting the breaking his neck before he hit the ground. I tossed his body over my shoulder, and made my way back to the restaurant.
I re-entered the restaurant through its back and broke the neck of the unconscious waitress I had left there. I changed into my human form, put on the man’s clothes, grabbed the first aid kit that was attached to the wall, and walked into the kitchen.
The apprentice chef was still there, sobbing, her arm still bleeding from my claws. She looked up at me, and I said “What happened here?”
“A-a werewolf!” she said. “It-it killed everyone, they’re all dead, lo-look around! Dead!”
I looked around, as if taking in the scene for the first time. I drew my lips together, and made a hmph noise as I squatted beside her. “I can believe it.”
I opened up the first aid kit, and gently stretched out her bleeding arm so I could bandage it. “How’d this happen?” I asked.
“C-claws. It grabbed me, and its claws went into my arm. Then it just –
just shoved me aside, like it wasn’t interested in me.”I smiled at her as I finished wrapping a bandage around her arm. She continued, “B-but it killed everyone else! Why did it leave me? I-I’m not going to turn into a werewolf, am I?”
I stood up, and walked through to the back room. As I stood by the shattered wall, I saw her half-stumble through the doorway.
She saw the dead man who’s clothes I wore, and looked at me with fear. “I-I thought I recognised those clothes. Who are you? What are you doing here? Am I going to become like that – that animal?”
“Do not worry, you are As’Rae’Scaer,” I said. “You are one of those few who will live forever as a werewolf.”
“Wh-what?” she stuttered, her eyes flaring wide open.
I grinned, and transformed. She fainted as soon as she realised what was happening, and I left her there as I headed back into the woods.
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