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him that I’d made up my mind what had to be done.
I wanted to chain Marco to the chair and do things to him that would scandalize even Kat. But, I couldn’t. For reasons beyond my explanation, I couldn’t do it. I knew if I did, I wouldn’t be able to come back and look Alfred in the face. It was my own damn fault. If I didn’t always like the villain, I would probably never have gotten into a conversation with him in the first place. I have always been attracted to the wrong kind of man. That was one thing which helped convince me Marco couldn’t be trusted. I could watch any movie for only a few minutes and tell you who the villain was, because he’d be the one I was most attracted to. That had always been the case with me, and judging from what I felt when I looked at Marco, he had to be evil.
I knew there were werewolves present when I’d walked into the club that night.
Lycanthropes were easy to hunt. I can walk into a room and point them out. They have an underlying current of sex and violence, barely contained sometimes beneath their human shells. What really seals the deal, is how they taste. Bitter sweet, warm, and full bodied, like a chocolate and vanilla swirl ice cream mixed with expensive coffee. Yeah, that’s right, wolfmen taste good if you lick them.
I’ve always had a thing for the ‘bad guy’. Normally, the worst case scenario is men who are great in bed end up treating you like shit. In my case, they some times ended up being monsters underneath their skin. Talk about being attracted to the wrong type of man. It’s difficult to keep killing people you’d much rather have sex with. Just once, I’d like to meet someone who turned me on and wasn’t evil. To be honest, I’d finally had enough of bad men, even if they did taste good. For the first time ever, I just wanted a nice guy.
This brought me back to Alfred, still sitting quietly at the table across from me.
Alfred was a nice guy. Was that why I’d never considered coming on to him before?
Was he too nice for me? What sort of woman had I become when a man like Alfred didn’t pique my interest? After living with him platonically for so long, I really wasn’t sure how to bring up the subject. Not that I was going to bring it up … but the thought had crossed my mind.
“So, he just volunteered this information?” Alfred looked skeptical.
I decided to tell half of the truth to ease my conscience. “I sort of tied him up with silver hand cuffs and asked him some questions.”
Alfred raised one eyebrow as he looked at me over his coffee mug. “Really? And he just let you do this?”
I wasn’t sure what to say and it must have shown on my face. After a minute of awkward silence Alfred said, “Is this a regular occurrence, you carrying silver handcuffs around to question werewolves?” He paused, then stood up suddenly. “You know what?
If it is, I probably don’t want to know.” His tone had changed to something I’d never RED
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heard in Alfred’s voice before. I heard him add in an undertone that I’m sure he thought I couldn’t hear, “It would only make me jealous.”
Jealous? Of me?
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Chapter Four
That night I had the strangest dream. I was inside of Alfred’s head and for some reason, he was making light bulbs. The room was totally dark, that might have been why.
As soon as I realized I was in his mind, I tried to escape. He turned to the far corner of the room, and I saw what looked like an opening in the floor. Beneath this opening, I could see a large body of water. It looked like we were in a room built over the docks of a lake or an ocean somewhere. He moved closer and as his toes touched the water, I
‘escaped’. I just suddenly appeared naked in the water. I remember thinking that I was tired, and didn’t have time to play tonight. I started swimming away from him.
Then all of a sudden, I was back inside his mind, and I saw myself through
I wanted to chain Marco to the chair and do things to him that would scandalize even Kat. But, I couldn’t. For reasons beyond my explanation, I couldn’t do it. I knew if I did, I wouldn’t be able to come back and look Alfred in the face. It was my own damn fault. If I didn’t always like the villain, I would probably never have gotten into a conversation with him in the first place. I have always been attracted to the wrong kind of man. That was one thing which helped convince me Marco couldn’t be trusted. I could watch any movie for only a few minutes and tell you who the villain was, because he’d be the one I was most attracted to. That had always been the case with me, and judging from what I felt when I looked at Marco, he had to be evil.
I knew there were werewolves present when I’d walked into the club that night.
Lycanthropes were easy to hunt. I can walk into a room and point them out. They have an underlying current of sex and violence, barely contained sometimes beneath their human shells. What really seals the deal, is how they taste. Bitter sweet, warm, and full bodied, like a chocolate and vanilla swirl ice cream mixed with expensive coffee. Yeah, that’s right, wolfmen taste good if you lick them.
I’ve always had a thing for the ‘bad guy’. Normally, the worst case scenario is men who are great in bed end up treating you like shit. In my case, they some times ended up being monsters underneath their skin. Talk about being attracted to the wrong type of man. It’s difficult to keep killing people you’d much rather have sex with. Just once, I’d like to meet someone who turned me on and wasn’t evil. To be honest, I’d finally had enough of bad men, even if they did taste good. For the first time ever, I just wanted a nice guy.
This brought me back to Alfred, still sitting quietly at the table across from me.
Alfred was a nice guy. Was that why I’d never considered coming on to him before?
Was he too nice for me? What sort of woman had I become when a man like Alfred didn’t pique my interest? After living with him platonically for so long, I really wasn’t sure how to bring up the subject. Not that I was going to bring it up … but the thought had crossed my mind.
“So, he just volunteered this information?” Alfred looked skeptical.
I decided to tell half of the truth to ease my conscience. “I sort of tied him up with silver hand cuffs and asked him some questions.”
Alfred raised one eyebrow as he looked at me over his coffee mug. “Really? And he just let you do this?”
I wasn’t sure what to say and it must have shown on my face. After a minute of awkward silence Alfred said, “Is this a regular occurrence, you carrying silver handcuffs around to question werewolves?” He paused, then stood up suddenly. “You know what?
If it is, I probably don’t want to know.” His tone had changed to something I’d never RED
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heard in Alfred’s voice before. I heard him add in an undertone that I’m sure he thought I couldn’t hear, “It would only make me jealous.”
Jealous? Of me?
RED
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Chapter Four
That night I had the strangest dream. I was inside of Alfred’s head and for some reason, he was making light bulbs. The room was totally dark, that might have been why.
As soon as I realized I was in his mind, I tried to escape. He turned to the far corner of the room, and I saw what looked like an opening in the floor. Beneath this opening, I could see a large body of water. It looked like we were in a room built over the docks of a lake or an ocean somewhere. He moved closer and as his toes touched the water, I
‘escaped’. I just suddenly appeared naked in the water. I remember thinking that I was tired, and didn’t have time to play tonight. I started swimming away from him.
Then all of a sudden, I was back inside his mind, and I saw myself through
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