The Lupine Life

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Rated: T

Prologue: Infection & Information

'Well this sucks,' was Julie Yamamoto's only thought as her boyfriend, Ben Tennyson, currently in the form of a savage werewolf and seemingly unable to control himself, tried to get through the bathroom door to maul her. She was just thankful that her parents had caught a red-eye flight to Japan because Great-Grandma Yamamoto was gravely ill. She was also thankful that Ben had made her convert her bathroom into an emergency panic room. It was coming in handy.

He managed to break a pawed fist through the stainless steel reinforced door and caught her by the arm, ripping a jagged gash into her flesh that allowed her to see her arm bones. Her physiology teacher was wrong; it really didn't hurt more than a bee sting. And it sure wasn't gushing blood. Strange.

"THAT WAS MY TENNIS ARM!" and so she went on to beat him back with her father's nine-iron, cursing him and the watch every so often. But he seemed to change. Even though he still peeled back the door to get to her he was now gentle. True he ripped her improvised weapon from her grasp and broke it into pieces, he so owed her a new one. But he then bent down; looking at the wound he had inflicted and whined. A long pink tongue slid from his mouth, a mouth she had seen split into pieces so as to shoot energy beams, and slathered the injury with werewolf saliva. He continued licking until the leaked blood was gone and the wound was completely clean.

Her arm began to tingle as he was tending to the lesion he had caused and as soon as he stopped she was able to see the torn tendons, muscles, and flesh knit themselves back together, only leaving a rather itchy and somewhat hairy scar.

'Okay,' the thought ran through her mind, 'werewolf wound, itchy hairy scar…crap I'm gonna go wolf soon aren't I?'

Before she could ponder anything further about the situation he lifted her up, bounded to her room, placed her on her bed, and curled up on her floor, going to sleep.

Once she was sure he was out cold she took some pictures using her cell phone, cursing the fact that both Gwen Tennyson and Kevin Levin, two people that could have helped her, were temporarily off world. Carefully she grabbed her laptop, trying not to make a sound, connected the phone to the computer, uploaded the photos and began scouring the web for information. She knew that it was most probably an alien werewolf thingy but she also knew that aliens had been on earth with humans, and before humans really, for quite awhile so there must have been some folklore. And he sure didn't seem like the turns-under-the-full-moon type of werewolf but he wasn't a Twilight type of werewolf either. He wasn't fully wolf or man, more like a bipedal mix in between.

And then the fur began to sprout, just as the sun rose actually, and she began to really itch. She growled, scaring herself slightly, as she began to scratched everywhere except the scar on her arm; she was going to kill him if he gave her fleas.