Jess is starting to change. Her nails are getting longer, and the scars on her body are sprouting hair. Her teeth are getting longer, too. Her dark hair is starting to lighten. It's not as noticeable as Ginger's transformation, but it's still a transformation.
"How did you become a lycanthrope?" Jess asks me.
I infected myself.
"How?" she never runs out of questions.
I was trying to convince my sister to come home with me.
"What happened?"
I killed her.
"Oh… I'm sorry for asking…"
It's okay… There wasn't much of her in what I killed anyways. Saying that strangely reminds me of Ghost.
We don't talk for a while, just listen to the radio. Somehow she's able to get 100.3 FM The Bear all the way out here. Finally she asks me:
"What's going to happen to me?"
I really don't know. It's different for all of us…
"What do you mean?"
I laugh slightly. She's gotten to know when I'm angry and when I'm laughing. My sister's personality changed. She became… a slut. I suppose you could say she used me when she needed help. She infected her boyfriend, Jason McCardy and his change was much more different than hers. He became an acne-skinned, blood-pissing creep. I cured him with monkshood.
"Monkshood?"
You remind me of a child… I smile a wolf's smile. I think the reason she knows when I'm angry or not is because of her being a writer. She analyzes the world with an acute sense of detail so she can write them down. She must read body language so her characters give off the emotions she wants them to.
Monkshood is a temporary "cure" to lycanthropy.
"How do you know it's temporary? What if actually works?"
It doesn't. I was addicted to it when I was in my human form. Look what happened to me.
"Oh… How was your change different to your sister's?"
It was slower and longer. She became more beautiful and I got uglier. But there are some similarities. We get stronger and confuse the need for sex with the need to destroy. We become more… animalistic.
For a few moments she doesn't respond. Then, "I- I think you might be the best thing that's happened to me."
It's a shock. No one's ever said that to me. I stare at her for a while.
I realize I could kill Jess whenever I want… but I don't. And truly, I think I might know why.
Apparently I'm fluffy… I was laying in the living room and Jess snuggled up against me as if I was a puppy and said that I was fluffy.
How can I be fluffy? I'm a lycanthrope and I could easily kill you.
"Yeah… But I still think you're fluffy." She started to pet my fur. I did my equivalent to rolling my eyes and went back to sleep.
I yawn and get up. I scratch on Jess's door so she can let me out. I need to feed. I haven't told her yet, but every time I go hunting I kill a human. I run swiftly and quietly in the wintery morning. There's a man that lives in a small cottage outside of Edmonton so I go there. I've been letting him live until I can't find any other person closer to Jess's house. That day has come.
As I run I receive a most unexpected visitor.
Ginger attacks me in her wolf form in a clearing. I panic and start fighting her, the specter of my sister. She pins me to the ground and changes back to her human form. I lay on my back petrified. Her hands hold my wolfish forearms and her legs straddle my body. She looks down on me, her green eyes reflecting mine, though hers are more sinister.
"What the fuck are you doing, B?" she says.