A/N: Thank you for the reviews ^__^ I wrapped this story up at last.
The sun is already high in the sky. My clothes feel sweaty and uncomfortable.
I want to take them off, but someone is holding me tightly.
Who is this boy who presses close to me like this? His hair is as golden as the sunbeam.
I disentangle myself from his lifeless arms.
I smell the wolf.
The floor lamp looks sturdy and solid. I could swing it around easily.
What about the swivel chair? If I apply enough strength, I could crush bone with it.
But first, these troublesome clothes. I peel them off layer by layer.
The soft breeze on my bare skin feels wonderful.
"What are you doing?"
At the sound of his voice I turn. The blond boy has awakened.
Why should I pay him any attention? There are more pressing matters at hand.
The wolf is near.
No, I need his assistance. I walk over and roughly pull him up by his nightshirt.
His face shows surprise. "Where is the silver?" I say.
He remains silent.
His blue eyes stare coldly at me. "Do not play games with me, Tyler," he says.
He calls me Tyler. But who is Tyler?
He has confused me with someone else.
So there is no silver in this accursed room.
It does not matter. There is not much time left.
I hear the wolf coming.
"Why are you naked?" he asks.
I ignore his useless chatter and continue rummaging through the drawers.
There must be a weapon somewhere.
"Tyler, you know I care about you."
My hand brushes against a boxcutter. The blade is short, but very sharp.
Now I have my weapon.
It is the wolf.
There is a knock on the door. I unsheathe the blade of the boxcutter.
The door opens, and the wolf comes in.
I hide the boxcutter behind my back and advance, but I know the wolf is clever.
"Kate, there is something wrong with Tyler," says the foolish blond boy.
Then the boy screams. The wolf has begun to take its true form.
Now is my chance.
I slash and swipe with the boxcutter. Blood spatters onto the walls.
The wolf howls and reaches for me with its claws, but I am too quick. I lunge for its throat.
Time seems to slow down as I sever the wolf's head from its body.
The wolf is dead now.
The boy is sobbing in a corner. Perhaps I can spare some sympathy for him.
But he cringes away from me. I laugh and pull him into my embrace.
"Everything is all right now," I say.
Then he kisses me. He licks at my mouth, hungry as an infant.
While the heat which surrounds us grows, he puts his hand between my legs.
It is a strange feeling.
Such a strange feeling.
finis