Nadine swiped at her phone and groaned. Who knew finding a lycanthrope could be so hard?
At first, she had lurked the streets and alleys looking for any human that acted suspiciously like a lycanthrope and had found nothing.
Then she had resorted to the searching the internet. All she had found were lycanthrope cosplayers, role players and enthusiasts. Yuck!
Even the dark Web had yielded no such luck. An ad popped up on her phone and she was about to remove it when she saw that it was for a dating app. Immediately, an idea hit her.
Nadine downloaded a popular dating app and created a profile. Uploading a very sexy picture of herself, she updated her bio saying that she loved lycanthropes. Then, she waited for someone to text her.
Nadine figured that lycanthropes also used dating apps. One would hit her up, then she'd bring him back and force him to talk.
Two hours later, her phone dinged. Nadine checked it and saw that she had received a text. She clicked on the man's profile.
The picture showed a really hairy man with a prominent unibrow. His profile name was 'Lycan Throb'. Obviously, that was a play on lycanthrope. For some reason, Nadine thought that the man was a real lycanthrope.
Immediately, she replied his texts eagerly and they decided to meet at a nearby dive bar.
Nadine set her phone down and smirked, this lycanthrope hunting thing was pretty easy.
* * *
Nadine looked vamp in a barely there red leather dress with a plunging neckline and three-inch stiletto high heels. She applied extra makeup and giving herself a smile in the mirror, stepped out, adrenaline gushing through her body at the prospect of hunting.
When she got to the dive bar, Nadine received catcalls and looks of appreciation from most of the men, and some of the women.
She made her way through the dance floor and went to the bar where some man was sitting, drinking a bottle of beer.
“Hi, are you Lycan?” Nadine asked with what she hoped was a sexy voice.
The man turned and grinned at her and Nadine 's first thought was that he was more hairy in real life.
“Yes, I'm Lycan. You must be Nadine.” He said, “You look more beautiful in real life.”
Nadine smiled. Lycan called the barman and asked for another bottle of beer for Nadine.
How domineering, Nadine thought. He hadn't even asked her what she wanted.
A cold bottle of beer was placed in front of Nadine. Nadine took a sip and thanked Lycan who was busy leering at her breasts.
“So, Lycan. Tell me about yourself.” Nadine cooed.
“Oh, I'm a stuntsman.” He said.
“Any movie I've watched?” Nadine asked.
“No. I don't think so.” Again, Lycan was talking to her breasts.
“So what else do you do?” Nadine asked.
“Oh, some nocturnal activities.” Lycan waggled his eyebrows at her.
“Like what?” Nadine felt she was getting warm.
“Shapeshifting, of course. I'm a werewolf.” Lycan growled. Nadine wondered if that was meant to be sexy because if it was, he was failing woefully.
“Let's dance.” Lycan said, holding his hand out to her. Nadine gave him a smile and put her hand in his, noting how callused his palms were.
While they were dancing, Lycan took to pawing her, making sure that his hand always brushed against her breasts and ass.
Nadine gritted her teeth and decided that the charade had gone on for too long.
“Do you want to come over to my place?” Nadine whispered into his ear.
Lycan gave a toothy grin that revealed his conspicuous canines, “By all means.”
* * *
When Nadine and Lycan got to her apartment, without any preamble, he descended on her, fusing his lips with hers.
Nadine cringed at his sloppy kiss and tried to withdraw but he was having none of that and intimately pressed her to his erection.
“Lycaaaaaaan.” Nadine said provocatively as she managed to extricate herself from his embrace.
“What is it?” Lycan asked impatiently.
“Not here. Let's go to my bedroom.” Nadine said, drawing him along.
When they got to her bedroom, Nadine helped him remove his shirt. She inwardly cringed at the huge mass of hair spanning his chest and his abdomen.
Smiling, Nadine pushed Lycan to the bed before following him down. From the drawer at her bedside, Nadine brought out two pairs of handcuffs.
“Oooooh, this just keeps getting better and better.” Lycan laughed as Nadine handcuffed him to the bedposts.
“I like putting on my uniform first.” Nadine said as she left him.
“You can put it on here. I like to watch.” Lycan said. Of course he did, the perv.
“It's a surprise.” Nadine said as she disappeared into her bathroom.
* * *
“Fuck! You look good!” Lycan growled when Nadine came out. Inwardly, he thought her dressing in armor like some sort of medieval warrior and wielding an honest to goodness sword was lame but he had come here for a piece of ass and he was not going to mess that up.
“I'm glad you like it.” Nadine said as she straddled him, making sure he couldn't move his legs.
She put the sword to his adam's apple.
“What's going on?” Lycan asked, sensing that all was not well.
“I need you to answer my questions.” Nadine said coldly, pressing the sword against his skin, “Or this will be your last hour on earth.”
Lycan began to fret and struggle but Nadine put an end to that by nicking his throat.
“Arrrgh! What do you want?” he shouted with pain.
Nadine brought out her phone and pulled up a picture of Dave. “Have you seen this man?”
“No, no, never.” Lycan said, shaking his head.
“So your pack didn't kidnap him?” Nadine asked.
Lycan looked confused, “Hell, lady what are you talking about?”
“Don't play smart with me!” cautioned Nadine, “I know you're a lycanthrope.”
At that, Lycan burst out laughing, “You're deluded lady! Lycanthropes aren't real! This is just a shtick I use to get laid regularly. Ladies love the whole werewolf persona. Honestly, being this hairy itches, sometimes.” Lycan said.
Nadine blushed. Here she was thinking that she was making real progress, not knowing that she had been fooled by a wanna be.
She unlocked his cuffs and got off of him, “Get out.” She said.
“But we haven't—”
“I said leave!” Nadine brandished her sword.
Lycan ran out, leaving his shirt behind. Nadine sighed as she removed her armor. What a wasted night. So much for lycanthrope hunting.
The police chief faced the cameras, cleared his throat and began to address the journalists he'd assembled for a press release, “As you all know, there's been a spate of killings. Hundreds of people lost their lives. One of our own, Detective Nick Law found out who the culprit was, and he died trying to prevent the killer from killing more people.He found the killer, one Jonathan Crane, at an abandoned house, which we suspect was his hideout. We think they engaged in a scuffle, and the killer blew himself up.Detective Law will get a befitting burial, and a posthumous award from the governor of our state.”The journalists began to pepper him with questions.* * *Nadine was at her parents', watching the police chief's press release. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she remembered Nick's body lying on the ground before her.She still had nightmares that entailed being tortured by Jonathan, or seei
Nadine wished she would die. Since Jonathan had first pricked her skin, he'd been at it nonstop. He'd used the scalpel to inscribe the word 'Devil' just above her breast repeatedly, he'd cut open her abdomen crudely, and had taken out her appendix.While he'd been at it, Nadine hadn't felt any pain. When Jonathan had seen that her heart was about to give out, he'd injected the antidote to the Neuromuscular Blocking Agent.Nadine's breathing had stabilized just as the pain Jonathan had inflicted on her shot up to her brain, causing her to cry and shout incessantly, before the injuries began to heal rapidly, thanks to her being a lycanthrope.It had been like that ever since. Jonathan would paralyze her, experiment with her, leave her to heal, before beginning the process anew.“Please! Let me die!” Nadine begged Jonathan. She didn't mind begging him. She'd lost her pride long ago, after she'd peed herself.Jonathan grinned, feeling
Nick woke up refreshed and happy, until he noticed that Nadine wasn't with him.“Nadine!” He yelled as he padded about the apartment, looking for her.When he didn't find her, he went back to the bedroom dialed her number. Her phone was switched off. He threw his phone kn the bed in frustration and began to pace worriedly, wondering if she'd gone out for a walk or something, or if she was in trouble.Thirty minutes later, he gave into his anxiety and decided to look for her. Without bothering to bathe or shave, Nick dressed up and let himself out of Nadine's apartment, sniffing the air for her scent.* * *Nadine woke up with a huge headache. She tried to bring her arms down, and found out that she'd been manacled and hung from the ceiling. She was bewildered by her position for a moment, before she remembered what had happened to her. She pulled against her cuffs, but nothing happened. They were really strong, or she was really weak. Either way, she was trapped.She wondered wh
Since most of the people after her were either dead or in hiding, Nadine decided to go back to her apartment.She and Nick spent the better part of the evening cleaning and arranging it. After that, they were so lethargic, they hit the sack, but Nadine couldn't sleep.After rolling around for a few minutes, She gave up trying to sleep and sat up. Nick followed suit, holding her to him as he kissed her forehead.“Hey, what's up?” He asked drowsily.“I can't sleep. You should probably get some shuteye.” Nadine said, as she tried to pull away from his embrace.Nick held on tight and replied, “I don't mind. What's the problem?”“Nick, after this, what else?” Nadine asked.“What do you mean?” Nick yawned.“I mean, after we kill Jonathan, what do we do? Do I go back to being a teacher? Do you go back to being a detective? Do we just pretend that all these needles
Nadine and Nick sat down as Mary introduced her children to them.“This is Samuel,” She said, gesturing to the boy who looked fidgety.“And this is Piety.” She said, gesturing to the girl who looked aloof.“Call me P.” The girl said immediately, as if she didn't like her name.“Hi, Piety and Samuel.” Nadine said cheerfully, trying to defuse the awkwardness that had permeated the room.“So, would you like something to drink? Say, a cup of tea?” Mary asked, still wringing her hands.“No. We're here to see your husband. Could you please tell him we're here?” Nick asked crossly, angry at the fact that he had to kill Jonathan in front of his whole family.“Why do you want to meet him?” Samuel asked, his voice faltering with fear.“It's between your father and I.” Nick said dismissively.“Are you sure you're not thirsty?&rdquo
Jonathan paced to and fro in his cluttered study, wondering what to do. While it was prudent to tuck tail and run at the moment, the idea still seemed cowardly to him.Moreover, even if he escaped the clutches of Nick and Nadine, he knew they were not without help. What if he ran into their cohorts? He would surely meet his waterloo too.Jonathan collapsed onto a chair and massaged his temples.He began to recall how he'd become a lycanthrope killer.* * *Five months earlier,Jonathan was returning from a prayer meeting in the middle of the night, when his car ran out of gas, near a cornfield.He came out and began to survey the area, looking to see if he'd spot a gas station at some point.He didn't see any. He was about to give up hope and reenter his car, when he made out a faint outline of a human figure in the cornfield.Jonathan was about to call out to the person, when he saw a fri