Chapter 4 (END)
"So now that you know of my sordid past, Gretch, what did you wanna tell me?" Seth asked, loading an Uzi.
Gretchen sighed. "It's a full moon tonight, buddy. You'll find out soon enough. There may be vamps out there, but there's a monster in here with you as well. I promise, I will kill as many of these things as possible, but if I turn, you gotta kill me too," she warned. "I only wanted a few drinks, dammit. I was gonna take off shortly before that band started playing..."
"What are you saying, that you're one of them too?" He asked bitterly.
"No! I'm something else. They can't handle the sun. I can't be out in a full moon."
This was really psychotic. Psychos didn't explode when sunlight hit them; Seth didn't give a fuck how crazy they were. But a person who couldn't handle the moon's light? There was only one explanation for that. Hell, if Mexico was full of vamps, why not wolves as well?
"You're a fucking werewolf," he announced. He didn't need to ask. He knew.
"You got it, man. Sorry to break it to you this way," was Gretch's blank response. "The bondsman sent me in case you were one of THEM," she added.
"I'm not a fucking vampire!" Seth insisted.
"No, you're just a fucking liar," Gretch replied, a growl in her voice. "Come on, Geck. We got some beasts to slay." She had a gleam in her eye that was absolutely devilish. Seth wanted to ask her how she'd become a werewolf, but he dared not. Now was not the time to discuss such things. If they made it out alive, he would ask her then, afterward, along with her sign, favorite color, and what she would be doing the rest of her life... he'd grown quite fond of her. They would get a nice place in Baja and he'd simply hide her in the basement, chained every 28 days. That would be kosher. Hell, he'd been married before. Could being a werewolf be any less horrific than PMS? They were almost the same thing.
Geck. He liked that nickname. Yes, she would have his permission to call him Geck if she so desired, if she helped him with all her might this evening. He had a feeling she would. She seemed straight up enough. They slowly opened the door after pulling off the barricades. They were strapped and fully armed with pistols, rifles, semi-autos, grenades, firecrackers, and a host of other weird weapons like wooden pencils, knives, and other stabbing objects. They were ready.
"Bring on Round 2," Gretchen said, hissing between her teeth. She sounded utterly savage. Had Seth not been so dedicated to the slaying of these disgusting, vile creatures, he would have been turned on, dyke or not.
Gretchen had a bow and arrow, cocked and ready to be shot at the first fuck who approached. They were in the dark hallway now and could see the contorted shadows of a few of them, slinking forward, their eyes glowing and teeth snarling. Seth suddenly had horrid flashbacks of the night at the Titty Twister. It was like a bad fucking rerun.
One of them began to lunge toward Seth and Gretch shot the arrow directly into its heart. It fell back and exploded, scaring the others.
"That's right, boys. You don't want NONE of this," spat Gretch, sounding more guttural and bestial by the minute.
"Kill them all!" Seth screamed like a banshee. With that, they bounded up the hallway toward the vampires, shooting arrows and bullets, hurling knives and anything else they had. "Mother fuckers!" Seth shouted again, plowing bullets into the bar as they exited the hallway. "Die, you godless sons of bitches!"
They made a great team. With little effort, they managed to smoke most of the beasts in a single sweep of bullets, arrows, and direct stabs. Seth grabbed one of the wooden tables and turned it upside-down, taking four vamps, one by one, piercing them with the legs as they landed face down, dead. He was a wild man, throwing them about like rag dolls. Sex Machine had taken out four of them in the same exact way. "THAT was for your ex-boyfriend!" Seth shouted to Gretch.
Gretchen then took a large blade and sliced the throat of one of the bigger ones, sending his head clear across the bar. "And THAT was for your brother!" Gretch countered.
When they'd run out of ammo, they started beating the shit out of the remaining vamps with the simple weight of the guns. Gretch was a cool fighting butch of a bitch; she knew karate and was using it freely. Her crescent kicks were simply divine, and in that black getup she resembled one of the X-Men. She never tired, and she fought with Seth, side by side. At one point they were back to back and he flipped her over his shoulders as she kicked wildly at one, sending it into a line of others, causing them to fall like dominoes. She landed facing Seth, in a split upon the ground, just like a gymnast. From between his legs she accurately hurled a knife at the leader of the "domino line", striking its chest. Dead on. TKO.
"Good shot!" Seth acknowledged, feeling much more confident that there were less and less monsters walking about by the minute.
"Thanks," Gretch roared, her voice now sounding positively primal. Her time was coming. Seth could feel it. He grew sad within his morbid excitement over smoking these beasts. He didn't want to have to smoke her as well.
Reading his mind, she simply stated, "don't worry. The blood of a werewolf is deadly to a Nos Feratu. I turn, they won't be able to kill me. Just get the fuck out of the way when it happens... save yourself," she warned, feeling the first wave hit her. It was midnight. It was time. He lowered his hand to help her up. For some reason, despite the fact that she could hold her own, he wanted to be chivalrous.
She began to buck and convulse. "Seth, keep them off me until the transformation!" She shrieked, her face horribly mutating as she morphed. She sounded as though she were being possessed by a demon... multiple voices emanating from her throat.
"Easy girl, I got 'em," he assured, somewhat fearful of this process. But he stayed faithful, standing right by her side. He had this strange feeling that she wouldn't come after him when she turned.
All of the vampires stopped dead in their tracks, about six of them (what was left), surrounding Seth on all sides. No escape. They watched in awe, dumbfounded, as Gretch began the metamorphosis. First it was her body. Her feet burst out of her leather boots, splitting them. They turned canine and they were huge, claws protruding. The six vamps gasped. Then, the rest of her body, in a swirling gust of sparks, smoke, and blue mist, exploded into the most fiendish, beastly hell hound Seth could ever had imagined. He had a weapon ready, just in case, but all the Gretch-Beast did was look his way and snarl a tiny growl, smiling a bit. She then made way for the vampires, now running the opposite way, shrieking with terror. No mercy. It took about five minutes for her to sever their heads from their bodies... their bites and scratches meaningless to her. It was done.
Gretchen the wolf sat back on her hinds, guzzling the liquid body parts that remained. She gorged, snarled, then howled fiercely. Seth was now in awe. She seemed to have no interest in him whatsoever. Feeling fairly safe, after having checked and re-checked the entire building for any signs of survivors, he slumped himself upon the bare floor against the bloody wall. He was utterly exhausted.
Gretchen then trotted over to him, just like a dog... a very big dog. She whimpered and whined as she sat next to him, resting her massive head in his lap. This was way fucking out there, but he still felt safe. He placed his hand on top of her neck and began to stroke her. She closed her eyes and within moments, snores were steadily escaping her bloody mouth. He leaned over and drifted to sleep upon her massive body. She was warm and actually protective.
He awoke the next morning in much the same position, except Gretchen had become human again, and she lay naked in his lap. Her body was beautiful... somewhat tattooed, but divine. She stirred, stretching. Her mouth was still full of blood, her black lipstick having faded. She opened her eyes and looked toward him, smiling.
He returned her smile, stroking her hair. "You didn't bite me," he stated sweetly. She smiled wider, giggling.
"I'm so glad," she replied, looking dreamily upon him.
They both laughed awkwardly. Then Seth took her by the shoulders, lifting her up to his face. "Um, I know this might be really bad timing, and you're probably not really in the market, considering you're a lez, and considering the fact that you turn into a wolf once a month, but..." he began, looking earnestly into her eyes, those big eyes that contained such beauty, spirit, and mystery.
She pressed her bloody finger against his lips. She shook her head sweetly, smiling. Then, she took his face in her silky hands, leaning forward. She planted a long deep kiss upon his lips, and it most certainly was not the kiss of a woman who wanted only other women.
"Wow," he uttered, taking hold of her hips as she straddled him. She laughed softly.
"Why don't we discuss it over some coffee?" She asked with sheer sweetness.
He leaned his head into hers and they looked upon each other with wanting and deep trust. "Come away with me?" He whispered. She nodded.
Pulling her close to him, he heard her faint whisper. "Guess we're both fugitives now, Seth."
"No, Gretch. I'm a fugitive. You're just the woman I happened to fall in love with, overnight." They kissed again, allowing their newfound joy to linger... however long it was destined to do so. They had a purpose now. They were bound by a sacred, unspoken truth. They were... the vampire hunters of Mexico, a man... and his she-wolf. Soon thereafter, Seth's partner in crime, life, and justice, would be Mrs. Gretchen Gecko. He was no longer ridden with emptiness.
"So now that you know of my sordid past, Gretch, what did you wanna tell me?" Seth asked, loading an Uzi.
Gretchen sighed. "It's a full moon tonight, buddy. You'll find out soon enough. There may be vamps out there, but there's a monster in here with you as well. I promise, I will kill as many of these things as possible, but if I turn, you gotta kill me too," she warned. "I only wanted a few drinks, dammit. I was gonna take off shortly before that band started playing..."
"What are you saying, that you're one of them too?" He asked bitterly.
"No! I'm something else. They can't handle the sun. I can't be out in a full moon."
This was really psychotic. Psychos didn't explode when sunlight hit them; Seth didn't give a fuck how crazy they were. But a person who couldn't handle the moon's light? There was only one explanation for that. Hell, if Mexico was full of vamps, why not wolves as well?
"You're a fucking werewolf," he announced. He didn't need to ask. He knew.
"You got it, man. Sorry to break it to you this way," was Gretch's blank response. "The bondsman sent me in case you were one of THEM," she added.
"I'm not a fucking vampire!" Seth insisted.
"No, you're just a fucking liar," Gretch replied, a growl in her voice. "Come on, Geck. We got some beasts to slay." She had a gleam in her eye that was absolutely devilish. Seth wanted to ask her how she'd become a werewolf, but he dared not. Now was not the time to discuss such things. If they made it out alive, he would ask her then, afterward, along with her sign, favorite color, and what she would be doing the rest of her life... he'd grown quite fond of her. They would get a nice place in Baja and he'd simply hide her in the basement, chained every 28 days. That would be kosher. Hell, he'd been married before. Could being a werewolf be any less horrific than PMS? They were almost the same thing.
Geck. He liked that nickname. Yes, she would have his permission to call him Geck if she so desired, if she helped him with all her might this evening. He had a feeling she would. She seemed straight up enough. They slowly opened the door after pulling off the barricades. They were strapped and fully armed with pistols, rifles, semi-autos, grenades, firecrackers, and a host of other weird weapons like wooden pencils, knives, and other stabbing objects. They were ready.
"Bring on Round 2," Gretchen said, hissing between her teeth. She sounded utterly savage. Had Seth not been so dedicated to the slaying of these disgusting, vile creatures, he would have been turned on, dyke or not.
Gretchen had a bow and arrow, cocked and ready to be shot at the first fuck who approached. They were in the dark hallway now and could see the contorted shadows of a few of them, slinking forward, their eyes glowing and teeth snarling. Seth suddenly had horrid flashbacks of the night at the Titty Twister. It was like a bad fucking rerun.
One of them began to lunge toward Seth and Gretch shot the arrow directly into its heart. It fell back and exploded, scaring the others.
"That's right, boys. You don't want NONE of this," spat Gretch, sounding more guttural and bestial by the minute.
"Kill them all!" Seth screamed like a banshee. With that, they bounded up the hallway toward the vampires, shooting arrows and bullets, hurling knives and anything else they had. "Mother fuckers!" Seth shouted again, plowing bullets into the bar as they exited the hallway. "Die, you godless sons of bitches!"
They made a great team. With little effort, they managed to smoke most of the beasts in a single sweep of bullets, arrows, and direct stabs. Seth grabbed one of the wooden tables and turned it upside-down, taking four vamps, one by one, piercing them with the legs as they landed face down, dead. He was a wild man, throwing them about like rag dolls. Sex Machine had taken out four of them in the same exact way. "THAT was for your ex-boyfriend!" Seth shouted to Gretch.
Gretchen then took a large blade and sliced the throat of one of the bigger ones, sending his head clear across the bar. "And THAT was for your brother!" Gretch countered.
When they'd run out of ammo, they started beating the shit out of the remaining vamps with the simple weight of the guns. Gretch was a cool fighting butch of a bitch; she knew karate and was using it freely. Her crescent kicks were simply divine, and in that black getup she resembled one of the X-Men. She never tired, and she fought with Seth, side by side. At one point they were back to back and he flipped her over his shoulders as she kicked wildly at one, sending it into a line of others, causing them to fall like dominoes. She landed facing Seth, in a split upon the ground, just like a gymnast. From between his legs she accurately hurled a knife at the leader of the "domino line", striking its chest. Dead on. TKO.
"Good shot!" Seth acknowledged, feeling much more confident that there were less and less monsters walking about by the minute.
"Thanks," Gretch roared, her voice now sounding positively primal. Her time was coming. Seth could feel it. He grew sad within his morbid excitement over smoking these beasts. He didn't want to have to smoke her as well.
Reading his mind, she simply stated, "don't worry. The blood of a werewolf is deadly to a Nos Feratu. I turn, they won't be able to kill me. Just get the fuck out of the way when it happens... save yourself," she warned, feeling the first wave hit her. It was midnight. It was time. He lowered his hand to help her up. For some reason, despite the fact that she could hold her own, he wanted to be chivalrous.
She began to buck and convulse. "Seth, keep them off me until the transformation!" She shrieked, her face horribly mutating as she morphed. She sounded as though she were being possessed by a demon... multiple voices emanating from her throat.
"Easy girl, I got 'em," he assured, somewhat fearful of this process. But he stayed faithful, standing right by her side. He had this strange feeling that she wouldn't come after him when she turned.
All of the vampires stopped dead in their tracks, about six of them (what was left), surrounding Seth on all sides. No escape. They watched in awe, dumbfounded, as Gretch began the metamorphosis. First it was her body. Her feet burst out of her leather boots, splitting them. They turned canine and they were huge, claws protruding. The six vamps gasped. Then, the rest of her body, in a swirling gust of sparks, smoke, and blue mist, exploded into the most fiendish, beastly hell hound Seth could ever had imagined. He had a weapon ready, just in case, but all the Gretch-Beast did was look his way and snarl a tiny growl, smiling a bit. She then made way for the vampires, now running the opposite way, shrieking with terror. No mercy. It took about five minutes for her to sever their heads from their bodies... their bites and scratches meaningless to her. It was done.
Gretchen the wolf sat back on her hinds, guzzling the liquid body parts that remained. She gorged, snarled, then howled fiercely. Seth was now in awe. She seemed to have no interest in him whatsoever. Feeling fairly safe, after having checked and re-checked the entire building for any signs of survivors, he slumped himself upon the bare floor against the bloody wall. He was utterly exhausted.
Gretchen then trotted over to him, just like a dog... a very big dog. She whimpered and whined as she sat next to him, resting her massive head in his lap. This was way fucking out there, but he still felt safe. He placed his hand on top of her neck and began to stroke her. She closed her eyes and within moments, snores were steadily escaping her bloody mouth. He leaned over and drifted to sleep upon her massive body. She was warm and actually protective.
He awoke the next morning in much the same position, except Gretchen had become human again, and she lay naked in his lap. Her body was beautiful... somewhat tattooed, but divine. She stirred, stretching. Her mouth was still full of blood, her black lipstick having faded. She opened her eyes and looked toward him, smiling.
He returned her smile, stroking her hair. "You didn't bite me," he stated sweetly. She smiled wider, giggling.
"I'm so glad," she replied, looking dreamily upon him.
They both laughed awkwardly. Then Seth took her by the shoulders, lifting her up to his face. "Um, I know this might be really bad timing, and you're probably not really in the market, considering you're a lez, and considering the fact that you turn into a wolf once a month, but..." he began, looking earnestly into her eyes, those big eyes that contained such beauty, spirit, and mystery.
She pressed her bloody finger against his lips. She shook her head sweetly, smiling. Then, she took his face in her silky hands, leaning forward. She planted a long deep kiss upon his lips, and it most certainly was not the kiss of a woman who wanted only other women.
"Wow," he uttered, taking hold of her hips as she straddled him. She laughed softly.
"Why don't we discuss it over some coffee?" She asked with sheer sweetness.
He leaned his head into hers and they looked upon each other with wanting and deep trust. "Come away with me?" He whispered. She nodded.
Pulling her close to him, he heard her faint whisper. "Guess we're both fugitives now, Seth."
"No, Gretch. I'm a fugitive. You're just the woman I happened to fall in love with, overnight." They kissed again, allowing their newfound joy to linger... however long it was destined to do so. They had a purpose now. They were bound by a sacred, unspoken truth. They were... the vampire hunters of Mexico, a man... and his she-wolf. Soon thereafter, Seth's partner in crime, life, and justice, would be Mrs. Gretchen Gecko. He was no longer ridden with emptiness.
