It took Max and his men about twenty minutes to reach us. I used that time to help Megan find something to wear since her nightgown had been torn from her body and to tend to her wound on her head as best as I could. She said that the damage was done while the werewolf carried her out of the window. She hit her head on the frame and ripped open her stitches. Although a terrible thing, it was better than having her tell me that they’d beat her on top of the rape.
She surprised me when she told me that she was aware of the beastly side of a vampire. She admitted, though, that she’d never seen it. Nor did she expect I ever would. Her heartfelt apologies brought tears to my eyes.
I felt like a baby crying about what happened to me when she’d been kidnapped, repeatedly raped, and was now on her way to werewolfism. Yet, she was keeping her composure. When I asked her how she was able to hold it together so wel
The following morning Evan appeared at the breakfast table with his apologies for letting the werewolf get the better of him. Megan and I held our breath as we waited for him to say more about what happened afterward, but he left it at the apology.Max was generous with his acceptance of the fact that the intruder turning into a werewolf took us all by surprise. He kept insisting that it was impressive how valiantly Evan fought to begin with, considering the fact that one bite would have killed him.Angela joined us shortly after the conversation shifted to Megan’s kidnapping. Her assurance that Evan wouldn’t remember anything was validated when he showed surprise at learning that the werewolf had made off with her. He was even more surprised to learn that they’d snuck into the house and kidnapped me from my bed. As was Angela, who’d slept soundly through the entire ordeal. When I told her that they’d gagged m
The warmth of the morning sun caressing my face, arms, and legs while it competed with the cool morning breeze for dominance felt absolutely marvelous on my skin and soothing to my tense muscles. I’d been up all night studying both ancient and modern texts to help me to understand and possibly find a cure for zombism.After multiple lengthy conversations with my lover and fellow doctor, Peter, and my very good friend, Megan, - who was a wickedly knowledgeable witch and zombie hunter - I’d concluded that, like vampirism, zombism was caused by a virus. My belief was reinforced by the fact that Peter had secretly given me an inoculation to prevent zombism – in a very sly and naughty way, I might add - before he felt comfortable and confident enough to share the facts about the world I was living in with me.The inoculation consisted of a low dose of the vampire virus. It wasn’t enough to turn me into a vampire – unless I die
Although I was tempted to cancel all of my patients for the day and lay in bed with my head buried beneath the covers, I knew better. Hadn’t I just used my business and bills as an excuse not to follow him to Africa? I needed to be the responsible adult and tend to the life I’d just sacrificed the man I loved for.I’d had breakfast and was opening my office for the day when I realized that Peter and I hadn’t worked out a plan to talk once a week like we’d discussed. My heart sank. Our separation was off to a horrendous start.My first patient had entered the waiting room at the same time that Angela popped her head through the door that connected to the kitchen in the main house. “I don’t want to disturb you, but I need Peter. Do you know where he went?”“Africa,” I sighed.“Pardon?”“He left for Africa this morning,” I sniffed. “
Elijah was lucid enough by the time I’d finished tending his wound and was cleaning up to hold an intelligent conversation with me.“It was bad, wasn’t it, doc?” he said in a soft tone.“How did it happen?” I asked.“I’ve got a farm about ten miles from here. I heard the animals going crazy, so I went out to check on them. This… thing… came at me from out of nowhere.”“Thing?” I said with confusion.“It was like a wolf, but it stood on its hind legs like a man and had long arms and huge hands with claws. It was half-man, half-wolf… a werewolf.”“We had them back when I was a kid, but they were chased out. It looks like they’re back,” Max said with a shake of his head. “I was making my rounds when I found Elijah stumbling down the road all bloody and such. I debated about bringing him h
When I finally opened my eyes to brave the world again, I discovered that I’d slept through the night and into the evening of the following day. Trauma could be a debilitating thing.I wasn’t hungry, but I craved the taste of a fresh cup of coffee, so I slipped on a pair of sweat shorts and a tee shirt and headed downstairs. I didn’t bother with panties, as I often went commando, and I decided against a bra, since it was dark out and I doubted that anyone would be in the kitchen at that hour. Of course, the only person in the house that I needed to show a bit of modesty to was Evan and he barely came out of his little two room suite.As I pulled my lightweight tee shirt over my breasts, I cupped one of them and lightly squeezed the nipple while memories of Peter doing just such a thing overwhelmed me. I stayed like that for an undetermined amount of time until my senses returned to me and I shook him from my brain.I qui
As I stood, naked, in his embrace, the realization of what we’d just done in the back of my house -for all the world to see- struck home. I gasped with horrified dismay as I clambered for my clothes.“I can’t believe that we just did this out here,” I sputtered as I pulled my clothes on. “What if someone saw?”He stood with his pants still down around his ankles and chuckled while he pulled me close again. I could feel his warm, sex laden manhood against my body as his hand slid under my tee shirt and his thumb found my tender nipple. I couldn’t believe it when my body started to respond again. I clenched my thighs together as my stomach reacted to his suckling. “I’ve been craving a taste of these bulbous beauties since the first day that we met,” he said as he squeezed my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “I wouldn’t care if we were in
I thought about how foolishly we’d behaved by ignoring the rawness that occurred to our body parts as we crammed in as much sex in as many diverse ways as we could think and perform as I watched Max walk toward the elevator in a way that told me that he was suffering. He was going to the morgue so that he could sneak out of the house unseen. I was equally as raw which resulted in my limping as I headed downstairs to the kitchen. I had just enough time to have a cup of coffee and a bagel before my first patient would arrive.Rawness aside… I felt like I’d won a million dollars as I practically skipped off to the kitchen. It had been my intention to have Max sex Peter right out of me and I felt he’d done a mighty fine job of it.“Well, you look happy this morning,” Angela mused with a raised brow as she poured coffee into a mug and handed it to me. “You recovered from Peter fairly fast, I’d sa
I returned to my book. More than ever, I was determined to get a handle on this werewolf situation. Max may have been a shit about having sex and then dumping me, but his idea of finding a cure for werewolfism was a good one that I intended to work on. Why not? The zombie problem was no more and my contest with Peter was vapor. Focusing on finding a cure for werewolfism was just the thing to focus my bruised and confused mind on.Angela stepped onto the porch just as I’d finished the in-depth description of the book’s werewolf; its looks, its habits, its laws.“I’m leaving tomorrow for about a week,” she said as she sat in the rocker next to me.“Evan told me,” I said. “Please be careful.”“Evan was here?” she said with a scowl.“For a minute, yes,” I replied.“He told you?”“Yes, he did,” I said, t