She's so... pathetic. All she really wants to be is free. Unfortunately for her, I have other plans. She is to be my queen of the night, a goddess.
Her desperation is pitiable. I gladly help her escape that damned institution where Barbara resides. It was easy enough. And off we go to the house I grew up in... the house Barbara burned in.
We talk easily enough. I find out about the destitude she was living in. There'll be no more of that. She'll live like a queen, a belly never empty. Her and her sister were close. I've always wanted to have a sister. Will we be sisters?
No... we'll be anything but sisters. I can tell, now, what she wants. She wants to be free with me. She thinks I'm asleep and wraps her arms around me. Her supple breasts press against my back. At first I think it's protective, but there's a possessiveness. I realize. Oh.. seduction's a gift from the devil, no?
I know she wants me. She's claimed that the lycanthropy makes a person think they crave sex, but truly it's to kill. If I show her she wants sex from me, she'll understand. If I give her waht she wants, she has to give me what I want, right?
When I come back in from setting Polly up, we sit. We just sit and talk. She sits in our nest, I on a couch. WE talk about nothing. She tells me of her past... A year too late. She's seventeen. She was supposed to be out by sixteen. Two years since the death of her sister. Her oh-so-beloved sister. A chill runs up my spine.
"I'll be sixteen in a year and a half..." I state simply to her. "If we fight the lycanthropy until then, we can kill ourselves." Yeah fucking right! I have no intention of killing myself or fighting the bacteria. I plan on using her.
She looks at me, teary eyes, green eyes, soon to be eyes of the night. I pretend to catch a chill and cuddle into the sleeping bags with her. This is how I'm to seduce her. "I like that idea..." she says, softly. She's starting to slip. She's looking for hope and this is one. "Yes. I really like that." I touch my hand to hers'. She flinches then relaxes as she sees it's me. She breathes a sigh and lays on the soft material. She's beginning to go into her own world. Fuck, if she does, I won't have my wolf. I lay down beside her and hug her. When I tighten my grip on her she comes back.
"Ghost?..." Her voice yells everything; confusion, passion, longing, lust. I pull away enought to look at her face. She looks at my lips. That's something I've noticed. She's always looked at my lips. Lips, lips, lips. Our inexperience makes our experience... innocent.
I button up my pants. None of our clothes have been discarded. She is mine. And all I had to do was bed her. I have her heart and her body. Oh, how she howled for me. Oh, how she will howl for me.
Tyler comes with the monkshood. Aconotyn dilycotonum. I switch the vials with water and food colouring. Her transformation increases drastically.
I kill Tyler using the untamed wold. I kill Alice with a hammer. We kill the wolf that wants to mate with her using the cellar. Barbara is food. My reign of moral terror is about to begin. My Queen, my lover, is about to be let out. Beautiful... what seduction does.