Written for Sli & co. Something of a barely related follow up to my other peice of a similar title.

So what if I couldn’t make the time for her tonight, I’d make time for her another night. She had no cause to get indignant, she knew full well we were choosing a new alpha tonight. This was why they called me stupid for considering a human as a mate and I was starting to understand.

It bothered me though, as I shifted in the woods nearby, that I thought for a moment I caught a whiff of a vampire, cold and metallic on the wind. Part of me wanted to stay there with her to make sure she was safe but choosing between a human female and the pack, it wasn’t exactly choosing at all.

I ran through the forest, my forest, stretching the newly formed muscle and tendons, savoring the smells of the earth mingled with the scents of the humans in town. Something about them just seemed such perfect prey to a lycan, the law forbidding the taking of human flesh was perhaps the most frustrating thing to me.

As I sat and watched the boring ceremony, I contented myself with daydreams of how human flesh would roll and tear beneath my teeth, giving way easily, filling me happily. But between the gnaw of my stomach and my gradually-growing-more-achey legs, I wanted to run and hunt. I honestly didn’t even understand why I had to be part of the ceremony, it wasn’t like I could contend; the age that I was.

After the fight, the one who walked away was a distant cousin of mine, truly a boring individual, all there was left was the bitch-fight, perhaps a good bit more entertaining. Everyone of age wanted in on the deal, blood was shed and the like.

But all I could concentrate on was the disappointing fact that Anna would never be part of this. It was too far above her, the natural made prey species she was. Perhaps I shouldn’t have but I let my mind drift to how much I’d enjoy her screams of pain and to see her fight against the inevitable fall beneath the pack. This was yet another reason lycans couldn’t take humans as mates.

The pack dispersed after we all showed our respects to the new alphas and I quickly made my way back to Annas house. I jumped in through her balcony to meet an alarming scent; that of the vampire from earlier. Alarmed beyond reason I ran to her room, only half shifting back on my way, to find her, blood still creeping lazily from the open wound on her neck.

I leaned to her to check that she was breathing to detect a fainter odor, hiding behind what was left by the original vampire. She’d taken his blood, changing her own. It was something perverse and wrong; the taking of a vampires blood and, unbidden, a low growl came from my half-changed throat.

It woke her and she looked at me through sleep filled eyes, obviously hung over as well from the pleasure she’d no doubt taken in his feeding. “Chris?” She whispered my name, confused. She knew I could sense a difference in her and she feared my reaction. How long had dreamed about that fear, how much I thought I’d enjoy it.

But no… I was too overwhelmed by my anger and disgust. I leaned down on her, all too aware of my claws digging into her side and spilling more of her blood. “Traitor…” It came out as an inhuman growl of a human sentiment but I had no doubt she understood as I bolted off out the window, leaving her there, scared witless and stunned to silence by confusion.

I had shifted fully back to wolf by the time I reached the ground, my paw still wreaking of her blood. I was starting to, as the elders called it, see in red, losing control of my human-side inhibitions. I knew I had to get away from humans before I did something stupid; something worthy of the Ordeal.

As I ran though I could feel my control slipping and my body letting itself drift towards the town. I wasn’t even looking for any particular scent, just looking for human, as I came back to the outskirts of our little town.

The Ericson’s house, my human mind registered that as well as the fact only the father was home, the children and mother away on a vacation before school got back in. While this was processing though, my lycan half wasn’t thinking, just propelling my body to jump through the window and land, half shifted again, growling at Mr. Ericson .

The fear coming off of him was tangible and sweet to me, so strong I could have lived off it. I stepped forward; taking no time to put him in arms length before I reached out and slit his wind pipe and his wind pipe alone. The human in me grew nervous at this calculated move, it was as if I was… I was. I was playing with the old man and I had every intention of killing him.

I wrapped an oversized paw/hand around the back of his head pulling the panicked man towards me, running my tongue over him. The taste of even that bit of human thrilled me, getting even my human half to accept slightly what was going to happen. All he was capable of anymore was wheezy sounds as he tried desperately to scream and save himself. But, uncanny predator I was, I’d warded against this.

Lowering my head to his torso, I paused for a moment, sniffing before suddenly sinking my teeth deep into his gut, feeling his warm blood splash up to greet me as his body grew ridged and tense. I let go of my hold on his head, careful not to snap his neck in my strength; to shake him in my mouth like a ragdoll, breaking the shock-caused rigor.

I felt his shirt and skin break at nearly the same time, falling away to leave him to flop to the floor, his entrails a bloody mess falling in a line between he and I. I bent to eat the meat from the carcass of the still gasping and sputtering man but realized… That was hardly what I wanted. I just wanted to kill humans, ending their dear lives. Make them prey as Anna had never allowed me to make of her.

The man still twitched and squirmed, his panicked expression a treat as his arms working like some swimmer in hell to pull himself away from me. I felt myself give something like a laugh deep in my throat as I took another brood step towards him, placing my foot on his back, snapping the spine due to the cavernous emptiness in the bowls below my weight. I took a great whiff of him, wanting to remember this smell of spilled blood, fear, and intoxicating awareness of the impending end forever.

I wrapped my paws around his head gently, almost as gently as one would handle a child, before my grip became ironlike and I twisted sharply, pulling away with a tug. It made me smile to hear the various cords and veins snap inside the neck, making a bloody mess as his heart bled him out through his major artery. I dropped the now useless, gaping head to the ground at my feet and sprung back out my window.

The last part… The horrid finish had been largely done by my human half, caught up in the killing and throwing itself to madness. I shifted back to my wolf form entirely, my nose searching the air for just a certain scent though I wasn’t sure what it was yet. As my body began to direct me towards this particular home thought, I became exceptionally aware of where I was going.

The house was small and the sole occupant was Maeve, a girl who I had dated before who quite resembled Anna, her hair more brown than red though, their only real difference. It made me quite content to think of poor, fragile Maeve screaming and crying as I destroyed her and I got to thinking. I’d already commited crimes the pack would kill me for, why not make this more appreciable?

I shifted to my human form, nude due to my transformation destroying my clothes, and sneaked to her bedroom, savoring the innocence and quiet of her sleeping form on the bed. I took a hand towel from beside the bed, throwing it over her head and using it as a gag on the now startled and awake woman.

(Authors note you guys will put up with cuz you love me: Does “Sneaked” seem like a real, normal word? I mean, I kno it is but… It’s weird, ya know? Anyway… back to the death…)

She tried to sit up, getting her head off the pillow so I could tie the gag tight, her muffled panic alone arousing me. I leaned close to her, savoring her scent enjoying as her eyes flickered over to me as she tried to pull away

“Don’t worry hunny. You’re gonna get a chance to scream and run for me. But if you don’t get on your feet I’ll kill you here and now.” My voice was harsh and primitive against her skin as I let my hand shift, holding a sharp strong claw to her throat.

As she pushed herself to her feet I realized that she slept in the nude. Well that was ok. She reached for a bathrobe hanging nearby but I hit it out of her hands, shaking my head as I pushed her towards the door. She stumbled a bit but righted herself, her delicate chest heaving, her panic making it hard to breathe.

I pushed her and directed her deep into the woods, admiring the whole while her flawless skin in the bright moonlight. I smiled as I thought of my plan, my human side rejoicing that it’d had finally fallen and given in. Her skin wasn’t flawless for long, branches and thorns caught her in several places, making her cry out through the gag and leaving the most alluring little trails of blood down her ivory frame.

Kicking her knees out from under her I whispered in her ear “You’re free now.” My smile grew into a wicked grin as my legs began to change in anticipation. I undid the gag, whispering sweetly “No hard feelings, right?”

I took a slight jump back as she bolted, screaming, turning back to look at me, now half shifted. Her scream was like a tonic, rejuvenating me and getting my every molecule ready to hunt and chase. I sprang forward by my strong backlegs, covering most of the distance between the two of us easily before I settled for a gentle jog after, giving myself time to appreciate her frantic flight.

Running with a boner… It’s not like lycan have some special power that makes it easier. Wolves don’t like it, humans don’t like it, so I don’t see how you can expect a mix between the two would. But it was worth it in this instance because I contented myself with the knowledge that once I caught up with this screaming, crying, running human, I’d get to have her however I wanted.

She, however, wanted to mess up my fun, tripping and falling due to a root sticking up in the ground. I caught her in seconds and, unable to help myself, pinned the little girl to the ground. I tasted her, my tongue picking up and savoring what her delicate meat would be like once this pesky skin was broken.

“Looks like you lose.” I knew my grin showed off my teeth, near all of them, but it didn’t bother me this time. She screamed and cursed me, calling me a monster, stil trying to fight her way to freedom and life. Too bad.

I was half shifted so my erect cock was twice the size it ever was human and once she noticed it, she grew still for but a moment, paralyzed with a new kind of fear. I put my muzzle near her delicate little neck, fantasizing about ripping into her shoulder and tasting the chase-warmed meat underneath.

“I wonder if that’ll rip you up, that tight little cunt of yours…” I pulled my head away from hers and tilted it, as if considering something deep and important. “I’d like to see, wouldn’t you?”

She shook her head and began to plead “No, god no please Chris, let me go.” She teared up again, leaving me to conclude she was entirely too whiny. “Please don’t kill me…” Nothing was left of her but whimpering, I realized with a slight pout.

I allowed this thoughtful, deep look to cross my face before flashing my sharp teeth at her in another grin. “Tell ya what. Since you whine so nice and pretty, if you survive my fucking and I keep enough control to leave you intacked, I’ll let you go on your way.” It was a struggle to withhold a growling chuckle as I knew full well this wouldn’t be the case.

She didn’t respond either way, frustrating me a good deal. My toy was broken and the only thing for it was stronger stimuli. I pushed her over on her back and pulled her legs apart. I tried pushing myself into her to be meet with more frustration, as I wouldn’t fit. Stuck by an idea, I allowed myself to shift back to human form, letting my now smaller but still imposing member slip into her familiar folds.

I thrusted into her gently, trying to work up enough lubrication the next step would go well. She seemed surprised at how gentle I was being, not aware or intelligent enough to guess what I was up to. Just as she seemed resolved to go with it I laughed, allowing another rapid change.

I felt her gentle skin rip around me, the blood from that adding to the lube she was already giving me. I thrusted up into her hard, making her cry out again under me, pinned to the ground my her shoulders held tight in my paws. A bestial growl of satisfaction issued from my throat as I felt her forced to stretch and tear around me.

Slowly loosing myself in that ecstacy I felt myself begin to salivate like a hungry dog and perhaps a hungry dog I was. Thinking nothing of it, I snapped up the soft warm flesh and fat on her cheek, making her scream and howl again as blood dripped down her face and matted in her hair. I was licking away the blood like a treat, as she tossed her head to the side, trying to protect, I supposed, her abused face from further damage.

I shook my head as I kept going, making her scream out every time I buried myself to the hilt in her torn little pussy. Hiding parts from me like that simply wouldn’t do. As a punishment, I sunk my teeth deep into her shoulder, the meat there firm but taste indescribable. I knew there was a reason I only dated the all natural eating chicks. This’d be it.

It was a struggle not to rip it all away but I was playing with an idea. Maybe she’d survive the encounter for another day. Removing her shoulder, however, would make that impossible. So I nursed at the blood gently, pulling away only slivers of flesh to sample. They were everything I thought they would be and so much more.

The flesh slid down my throat, having little effect on hunger but appeasing something deeper, perhaps the superior predator I knew I was. Between that and the feeling of her (relatively) tight walls around my manhood, I felt myself about to climax inside of this human who I’d destroyed. I growled softly, aware I couldn’t chance a triumphant howl, finishing in silence, leaving me somewhat drained physically but still buzzing mentally.

Deciding to keep her around, I licked away the blood at Maeve’s face and shoulder before slipping back into my human skin to hold her as she healed slowly. It was a good night all things considered. By dawn my prize and I, whether she wanted to or not, would be on our way to get away from the pack so I could continue to enjoy this most luxurious lifestyle.