All right, this is where it gets dark and it will only get darker from here on out.
Chapter Six- Moon Murder
Elisa loped over to a stream and lapped up the cool water. She had arrived at the park and found herself thirsty. Water first, then hunt, she had decided. As she stepped back, licking water off her mouth, she questioned the decision to hunt and kill people. Surely, she didn't have to do that, she reasoned. She went two nights last month without killing.
Yeah, well the first night you were exploring your body and senses. The second night, you were cooped up. Heck, bitten humans don't realize they survived a werewolf encounter and thus they change outside and succumb to the dark side on the first night. The following morning when they recall that they killed, they completely give in to the killing instinct and desire.
Matt recognized the signs and urged me to stay home. I heeded his advice and thus I didn't kill until the last night. But, now? I shouldn't resist. Werewolves hunt, kill, and eat humans and since I'm a werewolf, that's what I'll do. My first kill was a mix of horror and pride. These next three nights, there won't be horror, only pride.
She stalked into a nearby grove of trees before lifting her nose and sniffing the air. The smells of countless humans hit her and she sifted through it to determine which were recent and fresh, indicating that they were still in the park. She picked up two nearby scents and she moved toward it. The scents belonged to a couple, a man and a woman. The sight of them triggered her desire to kill and her eyes became red glowing ones. She waited in a bush until they had passed it before she attacked. She leaped and pinned both at the same time before delivering bites that killed them instantly. Their deaths didn't stop Elisa from savaging their bodies until she was satisfied with her attack. She ran from the scene, growling in satisfaction. She had successfully killed and it gave her such a thrill as well as a desire to do more. She felt her conscience against killing slip away; she didn't care if someone died at her claws and teeth. She loved the feel of skin ripping under her claws.
She found another human and approached from the front, freezing her for a moment before she turned and ran, screaming. Elisa took off after her with a growl and a snarl that was her way of laughing. Her claws clicked against the sidewalk giving her no stealth, but additional traction. It was the traction that gave her increased distance and speed. She launched herself into the air, aiming for the neck. The woman turned upon hearing silence and screamed again at the black, red-eyed wolf coming at her. Elisa hit her in the chest, knocking her prey backwards. Elisa slashed and ripped at the arms, the chest, the stomach, and the face before latching her jaws onto the throat and ripped it away. The blood poured out and Elisa leaned down, cautiously lapping at it. Hmm, tastes like the blood I had with the raw meat. Makes sense. She lapped up more blood but stopped when she heard the distant wail of sirens. She dashed away from the scene and back home where she licked her paws and face clean before lying down on the floor of her bedroom and re-living her evening. That was thrilling! I love killing and I like lapping up blood from my last kill. If the police hadn't shown up, who know how many more would have died tonight. I'll kill in other places tomorrow and the night after that.
She stalked about the alleys, wary of any police cars. The news of the park murders had officers on the alert for a vicious wild animal. Chavez had called her that afternoon to ask her if she was responsible. "Of course not, Captain," she had lied. "I have no desire to find out if I am a danger."
"All right, Maza. Just stay in until the animal is caught. It's possible there's another werewolf running around."
There is no other werewolf, Elisa thought as she slipped into another alley. I would have smelled him or her if there was. If I did encounter another wolf, I would kill him or her without a second thought. The humans in this city all belong to me. She ran through the alleys and came out in a slums section where she knew she would find humans to kill and have privacy to eat one if she desired, which she did.
She entered one home and inhaled deeply before growling low to herself. There were humans here: Four of them and they would all die. She quickly determined they were all together and pulled old furniture and wood over the block any possible escape routes for her prey before crouching by the door less room where the people were grouped. She flexed her clawed paws before charging in and delivering either killing slashes or bites before any realized they were under attack. She stood among the group of dead humans, savoring the speed with which she moved before moving on to savage the bodies, taking care to smudge her paw prints that got blood on them. She was tearing apart a woman's body when she heard a whimpering sound and whirled around to determine the source.
Her glowing eyes landed on a child, her throat partially torn, but the main artery and vocal chords were still intact. The child's eyes were wide and terrified as they locked onto Elisa's eyes. The child's innocent face made no impact on the werewolf detective. Instead, Elisa went over and swiped her paw, the claws severing the artery and the vocal chords. The child died without another sound. She flipped the child onto her back before ripping open the body and seizing a kidney with her teeth. She pulled it out, settled on the floor, and proceeded to chew on the organ. She then dug around for a different meat once she had eaten what she wanted of the kidney. She ate various organs, muscles, and skin before she was satisfied. She left the house, taking care to smudge the new paw prints until she found a puddle to wash her paws and face. She smiled as best she could with her muzzle. Tonight was excellent. Four killed and I ate one of them. I enjoyed every moment of it. Eating a human is no different from a human eating a hamburger. Of course, I can't eat a human in human form; it would look suspicious and wrong to everyone else, but as a wolf? No problem there.
Elisa's final night for the month was a killing spree. She roamed far and wide that night, killing as the mood struck her. It didn't matter who she killed; all were her prey. She wrapped up her spree up feasting on a man and howling on the rooftop before slipping into her apartment, a sense of deep satisfaction felt. That was wonderful! she thought, tail swishing happily. I lost count, but I know it was more than the first two nights combined. It has been a good month and I can't wait to do it again next month.