As the morning light stole into the vigorous and violent nightmares of Annie’s tortured mind, flickering eyelids defending against the intrusive rays like flailing limbs warding off the onslaught of an attacking army of troublesome bees, a sense of foreboding lay a veil of woe that pricked her consciousness Eyes scrabbling for definition in the minutia of detail, she looked down at the bloodstained arms folded neatly across one another, a mass of tangled thick brown and black hairs covering the very sinews of her flesh. She knew the drill by now, only too well.
The full moon was nothing but a faint recollection as the early morning light penetrated her flesh, battering her into submissive stance, though this had been anything other than the ordinary though freakish transformation that had plagued her life since the wolf bite whilst alone and wandering in the forest behind her wooden homestead in the summer of two thousand and seven. She sucked in a great gulp of air and heard the grumbling resonance of a deep growl within the pit of her stomach, rising to the top of her larynx. This was not how things were supposed to be. By now she should have changed back to mortal form, the petite Blonde with bloodied limbs and embarrassingly cold naked flesh, seeking refuge and a route back to her abode by whatever means necessary after the violence and mayhem of the slaughter.
Through stark grey eyes of immense beauty, she surveyed the length of her substantial snout, raising a gigantic paw to brush her right ear which tickled from a passing summer fly that seemed intent on wreaking havoc with the intricate workings of her inner ear canal. Casually lifting her head, she gazed rearwards towards her right flanks, hunkered down and splattered with copious layers of dried mud from her natural surroundings. Fur thickly matted and caked in as it had dried during the morning hours.
“ That’s gonna fucking hurt when I transform “, she thought to herself, trying to mouth the words which appeared as snarls and growls from her massive and tooth infested jaws. She drooled saliva in great globules that spattered her own paws, baulking at this most unbecoming behavioural trait from one so normally demure and refined. Priding herself on her status as a Lycan, superior to ordinary werewolfs due to their ability to free transform at will, she felt perturbed at her inability to do so right now, and strangely isolated and vulnerable, attributes not normally associated with seven foot snarling creatures with rampant claws and teeth like hacksaws. Carefully pushing upwards with her powerful front paws, Annie lifted herself up from the ground, catching a sudden glimpse of a human eye and socket that had been trapped under her weight, pieces of facial tissue all around like shredded crispy duck that had been torn by excited forks. She felt a sense of nausea welling from within, the realization on the kill coming thick and fast.
It wasn’t the sound of the rifle hammer being cocked that startled Annie, but the glimmer of brilliant white light as the silver polished barrel caught the sunlight as it was raised into the air, the round ends pointing right at her, shaking as the Police officer stared at the creature in fear and disbelief. Quickly flicking the power button to the on position with the right index finger before firmly gripping the rifle once more, officer Jacobs nervously punched out his words as though his very life depended upon it. In truth, it surely did.
“ This is Officer Jacobs, I need back up immediately to Weltons Creek, by the old abandoned saw mill. I’ve got a large animal trapped here, sort of a big beary-wolfy mutant dog type of thing and need urgent assistance “
“ Hey Ray, the Sheriff is offline just now, just at Timmy H’s grabbing us all some Vanilla lattes and doughnuts, you know those new little suckers with the yummy maple syrup filling, he won’t be long. I always wonder how they get the maple syrup inside the little bastards. I mean, do they wrap the dough around the syrup or is some underpaid immigrant on a dodgy visa paid three bucks an hour to ram the shit inside it when it’s fully cooked? Hey by the way, which is it, a bear or a wolf or a dog? “, came Mylene’s reply, as chirpy and chipper as ever she was whilst reading the local paper and filing her elongated nails at the office desk.
Officer Jacobs shook his head in disbelief, “ Rest assured Mylene, if I knew exactly what the hell it was, you’d be the second person to know. What about Billy boy and Davey? “
“ Oh the Sheriff gave them the day off to go fishing at the lagoon. Things being so quiet and all, we haven’t had an incident more serious than old Jed reporting his dead goat in over a week, and he shot the damn thing himself on account of all the bleating and a’hollering it done all through the night. “
The will to live was slowly ebbing away from Officer Jacobs brain. “ Well looky here Mylene, I think I might have solved that particular case and a few more besides with what I’m staring at right now. So you do me a favour and get the Sheriff over here mighty damn quick will you “
“ Whad’ya caught Ray? A grizzly, a wolf? “
At that point, Annie pushed with her hind legs, slowly raising herself onto her haunches and breathing deeply as she rose to her full height of seven feet eight inches. With her right paw, she began to brush off the mud and blood and debris from the deep thick fur coating all over her massive chest, spotting a large piece of flesh that nestled near her midriff. Opening up her paws, the long six inch black claws so neatly retracted within the furry cushion and pad, elongated with a tantalising menace as she gathered up the fleshy morsel, a severed thumb from whatever hapless victim had been her evening meal, and raised it up to her snout to sniff he delicious aroma that made her belly rumble and gurgle with anticipation.
“ That’s disgusting girl “, she thought within, fighting hard against the urge to just give the thumb a casual lick, a little nibble perhaps. All at once it was all she could do but thrust the severed digit into her mouth, crunching down on the tender flesh and crispy bones before swallowing hard.
“ I can’t believe I just did that”, she murmured, her words transforming into a strange growly-snarly bark as the officer looked on in utter disbelief and revulsion.
“ Mylene, this thing has done gone and eaten somebody recently “
Mylene’s ears pricked up, as she stopped filing her nails and felt a wave of great excitement bathe over her. “ Really, who? “
“ If I could ascertain that simply from an eye ball socket and some strips of flesh Mylene, I’d have my own TV show and a large following! How the hell should I know, gal, it just chomped on someone’s finger, and there’s a human eye lying right on the floor in front of the beast “
“ What sort of a beast are we talking here Ray? “
Officer Jacobs gulped as he stared into Annie’s dark eyes. “ A fucking big one Mylene “
Annie, still sickened by the depravity of her own actions, slowly began to remember the occurrences of he previous night. A full moon rising high into the night sky, so big she could see the craters better than ever before. The heat of her body rising as she ripped at the flimsy tee shirt and skimpy underwear caressing her sweating flesh. The intense pain in her skull like an axe to the cranium as the hormones mingled and jangled like a cocktail in the hands of an expert barman. Throwing herself to the floor, clutching her head, she felt her entire body being overcome with an adrenalin rush so excruciatingly painful as to border on the sublime, the thresholds of pain and pleasure meeting head on for a few gloriously violent minutes. Looking down at her abdomen as her pale flesh succumbed to the invasive sprouting of a mass of dark brown hairs that weaved a patchwork al over her body, she giggled like a girl amidst the discomfort and pain, pondering what her ex boyfriend Michael must have thought as he viewed this grizzly and bizarre transformation just prior to becoming her main course back in the Autumn. The bastard had it coming for cheating on her with Rose from the diner anyhow.
Officer Jacobs took a breath and lined his gun sight up with the beasts head, knowing only too well the gravity of the situation right now. Annie stared down at the little man, shaking visibly in his boots and perspiring profusely from orifices that perhaps he never knew could.
“ Three god damned months from retirement and I have to run into a fucking werewolf. Ain’t that just my luck. Just like them big old Hollywood blockbusters where you know the cop who is about to leave the force is gonna die before the last reel comes to an end. Aw shit and double shit! “
The delicious though revolting light snack of a severed finger that Annie had only moments earlier enjoyed, reached the acidic portion of her huge gut, sending forth a resonating burp that pulsed along the inner chambers and exploded from her mouth with an irresistible force that made her giggle involuntarily. Now Ray, more accustomed to deer and an occasional medium sized bear, had never before encountered a seven foot werewolf, let alone one that burped and seemed to shuffle on it’s hind legs, sort of snorting in a giggly demeanour, and now seemed most perplexed. He also realized the futile logistics of handcuffing said seven foot beasty and the attempting in vane to try and accommodate the creature in the cramped confines of his Ford F250 pick up truck. His mind was a wash with questions that could not be answered
Meanwhile Annie’s own mind was a tad confused at her own failure to regenerate back again to human form, something that in all her six years as a very well practised and accomplished werewolf, had never before occurred. It was a stalemate of the brains right now as both parties eyed each other, contemplating their own fate and pondered the realms of possibility. Annie knew she had only one course of action open to her, and right now that finger licking appetizer had readied her digestive juices for a rare food fest of a main meal. She could smell Officer Jacobs fear, along with his bone marrow and liver which would soon be washed down rather gratifyingly with lashings of his ruby red blood. Claws extended, she bellowed a roar the likes of which no man should ever wish to experience, a deep resounding call of the wild as she pushed her left hind hoof forwards and began to head his way.
Officer Jacobs, never the finest shot this side of the Richmond prairies, and also devoid of his spectacles which were tantalisingly out of reach in his upper left shirt pocket, just next to a well thumbed pack of chewing tobacco, aimed quickly at the snarling snout and let forth a single shell which spiralled at breakneck speed straight over Annie’s head, the whistle of air rush teasing her ears as she stopped momentarily to look back the old Douglas fur tree behind that now included a deeply embedded rifle shell.
“ Oh shit! “, officer Jacobs screamed as the beast bared down once more and he fired off four more rounds in quick succession through bleary eyes and shaking hands, all of which skimmed and skirted the hairy torso of the beast as it came within feet of the trembling man. Annie was right into this now, rather enjoying the bravado and teenage recollections of Halloween parties with her peers, the demure female within a terrifying costume as she acted out her fantasies on all around her. With her left paw she reached down and grabbed officer Jacobs Rifle, crushing it within that single grasp and throwing it to the ground before clasping her claws around his neck and lifting him up into the air until their eyes met.
“ I hope I give you the worst case of the shits you’ve ever had you son of a drunken bar room whore “, officer Jacobs yelled with sheepish defiance as those terrible fangs came close to his neck, the vile stench of the beasts breath swamping his senses. A single gunshot rang out from behind them both, the beast flinching and faltering as it’s eyes flickered in disbelief. A second shot pierced Annie’s confused skull, a searing pain enveloping her senses as she let slip the flailing officer from her grasp, and slowly turned to face Billy boy and Davey who had heard the radio transmissions whilst fishing down at the lagoon and come to their colleagues aid. Annie felt her life force draining as eager rifles pumped six more shells deep into her bleeding flesh. Snarling and yelping, Annie fell to the ground, her last breath exiting her gigantic jaws as she finally expired. Naturally the euphoria of the trophy hunting police officers who had just saved the day soon subsided into horror and disgust as the giant werewolf transformed into the diminutive and beautiful named form of Annie, the sweet girl who lived in the wooden homestead off Peaks point.
“ I always said they were fake ones “, Billy boy grinned, pointing to the silicone implants proudly adorned by the rising sunlight as it trickled across her battered and bloodied body. “ Those out of towners, I told you they’re never to be trusted.
Rushing over to help their comrade, the boys gave a high five and whooped for joy, reliving every moment of the kill with childish excitement, not a care for the bitch of a job they would now have in explaining how they came to shot an unarmed five foot two resident of the community who was running naked through the forest.
“ I’m OK boys, I’m alright “, officer Jacobs said, brushing aside their offers of assistance as his right hand felt the gash two inches long in his neck from Annie’s claws and the blood now seeping down his flesh.
“ It’s OK, just a little cut, that’s all……… “
Thank you to KAY SWABEY, owner of NEW BARN STABLES and registered BHSII Instructor who so kindly allowed Patricia and myself to photograph her magnificent stables and the stunning Equines who resided there on October 24th 2010. Thank you also to Daniel Lowe and his sister Tash for making a wonderful day possible..
Written February 20th 2011
Photograph taken on October 24th 2010 at New Barn Stables in New Barn, Kent, England.
Nikon D700 50mm 1/250s f/13.0 iso200
Nikkor 50mm f/2.8D AF. UV filter. MetaGPS geotag.
Latitude: 51 23’37.35"N Longitude: 0 20’24.546"E
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