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                Never

would I have dreamed that the things of television and cinema were anything

close to being real. While it was true that I was a fan of the saying that truth

was stranger than fiction,  I never would

have guessed that fiction, in this case, was based off of truth. Some things

were better left undiscovered. I was soon in over my head.

                Maggie

knew what she was talking about when it came to the adoption process. Like I

had mentioned before, she wasn't any trouble to any of her foster parents. She

was just quiet and morose and generally unenthusiastic in her surroundings. Funny

that such a quiet child could prove to be so problematic. After filing all of

the paperwork and going through the court system, she went from being Maggie

McGill to being Maggie Peterson.

I figured that if I was going to be

dealing with her, I deserved to know a little more about what had happened to

her. She smiled with a wicked grin, showing those sharp canines again. It was

always so unsettling. "Well Mr. Peterson, my mother was a werewolf. Getting

infected from one can happen in more ways than one. A mother can pass it to

child, as happened with me. Father, he was a kind man, totally unaware of the

nature of his wife. She had always been very careful about staying out of the

moonlight. She loved father very much."

                I was

beginning to see where this was going. It sounded like the plot to a "B" movie

from the seventies. 

                "It

happened innocently enough. I came down with a fever. Mother had a feeling that

it was the transformation trying to take a hold. She stayed with me that

evening, allowing him to get some sleep. She took up a post in the chair in the

corner, while I slept restlessly on the bed. About three in the morning the

clouds parted, and the change took over."

                "I

changed, but being still asleep, I had no knowledge of this. Father came in at

that moment, saw me and yelled in fear. Mother, confused and alarmed, rushed to

my side, and into the moonlight. The effects of Great Luna hit her as well.

Father went out of his mind."

                She

stopped to look into my eyes. "What he saw was nothing a sane, intelligent man

could come to grips with. Mother wasn't used to trying to communicate in words,

not in that form. Everything she tried to say came out as snarls and growls. Of

course, she was standing over me, and father simply went off the deep end

trying to grasp the nature of his sudden madness."

                "Mother

ran out to get him, to calm him down. He would have none of it. In the end, he

picked up his grandfather's walking cane, and old antique made of solid wood

and topped with pure Sterling Silver. Anything else would have done no harm to

her, not even a gun. But silver; well you know the stories. Silver does in a

werewolf. Oh, we can touch it, though we dislike too in feral form. But break

the skin and it catalyzes our body into our human form."

                "So you

see, when the police got there, mother was dead, lying in a pool of blood,

looking every bit as human as you or; well you anyway. Father was babbling and

I was gone. I didn't appear until the sun came up, for I was frightened and

confused. Of course, I remembered most of what happened once I woke up, and I

guess I don't blame father for what he did. They trucked him off to the insane

asylum and buried mother, leaving me to float from home to home."

                I

sighed. "That's quite the story. I'd call you a liar if I hadn't looked up the

reports already. The murder weapon was, as you say, an antique cane."

                She

licked her lips, a habit that always made me nervous. "So, you decided to look

for yourself? Good. I'd hate to think that I was shacking up with a fool."

                I

cringed at her tone. "We are not shacking up. This is a formal adoption!"

                "Yep.

And once it's complete, you and I will be linked as father and daughter."

                "Adoptive

father," I corrected.

                She

giggled; a normal girl sort of giggle. That made it all the worse.

"Technicalities. When we do it, it'll still be considered incest."

                "We

will do no such thing!"

                The

edges of her mouth dropped a little. She held up her hand. I could see the

nails quivering to extend and turn black. "Father, for that's what you are to

me now; I will tell you this. My body has a lot of needs, and blood and flesh

is only one of them. I know what you think of this small helpless looking form,

but don't be fooled. I have matured a lot in the past few years. I am not a

weak little virgin girl, quivering in a corner at the approach of some demonic

rapist. I am the rapist, and I am a demon. You would do well to remember that.

I have nothing against you; but by the full moon, if I have to I'll deal with

you like I have everyone else that I have found wanting."

                I shook

my head to clear it. Her words were much too refined and forceful to be coming

out of her mouth. Apparently the virus, or gene, or whatever caused this mutation

enhanced her intelligence as well as her body. It would make home schooling a

lot easier. I intended to keep her out of the school system. The last thing I

wanted to do was having her go berserk on some half-witted kid at school.

                "I

don't like to be threatened. Besides, what would I do; go running to the

police? They would think I was mad too. They would come to my house and find a

quiet little girl, harmlessly watching television and they would take me away

too."

                "Television?

Maybe. I'll really need the internet. I intend to track down more of my kind.

Mother and I couldn't have been the last. So, in the meantime, I'd suggest you

suck it up and deal with it. I'm not so bad most of the time. Just don't get in

my way when I'm hungry. "

                That

seemed to settle matters. I was still nervous around her, but after that day,

she made few references to her alter ego. It was only a few weeks later, when

she was reading through the local newspaper, that she got that look in her

eyes. The hairs on the back of my head stood up.

                "What is

it?"

                She

grinned. "Food! Apparently, there's another rapist on the loose. Those guys are

so eager for getting apiece that they get sloppy. Like the last guy. He was

sloppy."

                I knew

better than to argue. She hadn't eaten much in weeks, just some raw beef and

curdled blood I had managed to get from a slaughter house. Beef Tartar I could

handle, but the blood was disgusting. I was certain she was famished.

                She got

dressed in a cute little skirt, a flowery top, white shoes and little else. She

didn't have a name or description for this guy, nor did it matter to her She

would choose anyone who attacked a child, deeming them as worthy of dying. I said

little about her decision and stayed home, leaving the police scanner on. After

hours of nothing more than calls about domestics and car accidents, I went to

bed. I know I sound like a lousy parent, but I wasn't going to interfere with

her hunt. I was still sane enough to know better.

                The

string of murders, if you can call them that, had baffled police for over a

year now. Initially, there was no tie between them, for some of the bodies had

been found in the dark woods and railways. After having lain out for days or

weeks, evidence of how they were killed vanished with the scavengers and the

beetles.

                Robert

Murdock's body lay there for several weeks before the crows coming and going

into the building was remarked upon and investigated. By then, most of his

flesh had been stripped away. Cause of death was declared to be

undetermined.  Somewhere out there in the

dark, another fellow was going to be adding his to the count.

                It

might interest you to know that a werewolf, or maybe I should say the person

becoming the werewolf, can control the change. They are limited to what they

can do in sunlight, less so if they are inside during the day and fully capable

at night, even without a full moon. But the closer the days get  to displaying a full moon, the more the

creature can change at will. On a full moon, you don't want to be anywhere near

them if you happen to be on their bad side. They can smell blood, flesh and

fear.

                I tried to stay awake of course.

I had to keep track of her, now that she was my responsibility. That was a

joke. I might as well be asked to contain the sun in my pocket. She was her own

person, and she had her own morals. Church and god were foreign to her. She

worshiped the moon if she worshipped anything, and her god was blood and

violence. What I did hardly mattered outside of it being a weak show of

dedication to her existence.

                It was

very early that morning when I woke to find her hovering over me. Not

levitating like a ghost, just sitting on top of me looking into my face. It was

her human face, that of a normal little girl's, but it was splattered in red.

"I'm home father!" she said joyously.

                She

smelled of blood and worse. "I see that. I guess I don't need to ask how it

went."

                She got

up and danced on the bed. "It was wonderful. He was so easy to find. Oh, he was

a stupid one, waiting in the same place as he did before. I could smell him

from a hundred yards. Unwashed, sweating, stinking pig! He was watching some

lady and I just walked right past him and towards the park. I could hear him

following me, so I turned down the darkest section where the trees meet the

creek."

                I was

watching her raptly. She had my undivided attention because she wasn't wearing

her clothing. It was a sin to think the thoughts I was thinking, and I did my

best to tuck them away That didn't keep the sheets from rising a little at my

midsection.

                "I let

him catch me of course, but I ruined the whole thing. He was going to rape me,

I was sure of that, but I was hungry. Too hungry I guess." She sighed.

                "I

changed too soon. The poor fellow freaked out. I was hoping the dark would

cover my mistake, but there was a faint light coming from the park. For all I

know he thought that he was suffering a delusion and about to molest a dog.

I've never gotten to that point before. It hardly matters. I had to pounce on

him and rip out his throat"

                "I

lapped his blood and ate of his flesh. Now he sits under the trees, covered in

dirt and leaves. Maybe he'll enjoy the carrion beetles as they scamper in and

out of his holes, as they carry him away, one tiny bit at a time."

                I

gulped a few times. "I'm glad you found him. Now it's time for bed?" It was a

question. I wasn't about to tell her what she could or couldn't do.

                She

danced and danced, giggling with glee. "I just couldn't go to bed right now.

I'm all excited and too worked up to sleep!"

                Then

she stopped dancing. "I didn't get everything I needed tonight Mr.

Peterson.  I'm afraid that your services

will be required; else I might get a little crazy. Blood lust is all well and

good, but I need to fill the old fashioned kind now and again too."

                I knew

all too well what she meant. We had talked about this, and while I had promised

to handle this duty if the need arose, I was now feeling less intrepid about my

decision. I was an upstanding member of society, not taken to pedophilia.

                I repeated

that assertion to her in hopes of getting out from doing this thing. She smiled

in a way that told me I was about to be in so much trouble.

                "Bill.

Can I can you Bill? Or I can keep calling you father if you'd prefer. I respect

your decisions and your beliefs. But I have needs. And someone needs to fill

them. Since you have a problem with my human age, I suppose I must respect

that. And since you haven't made any comments or reservations about bestiality,

I guess we'll have to do this as human and werewolf. "

                Before

I could open my mouth, she began shifting to that terrifying form. Her ears

elongated, as did her face. Her claws came out, her hair sprouted, her limbs

deformed and in moments she was a small, but nonetheless frightening apparition.  She was still able to talk, but it was hard

to understand and she spoke in short bursts.

                "Get

up!" she growled.

                I

vacated the bed faster than the mind could comprehend. Sadly, she wanted me

back on it a second later.

                She

settled in the middle, front down and butt up, almost like a puppy ready to

play. I found that my previous reservations about lying with a young girl were

nothing compared to mounting an animal.  Somewhere down the line, that message didn't

make it to my private parts. They were stirring at the sight of her

willingness. I couldn't seem to convince myself 

that not only that it was a forbidden thing, but that it was doubly and

triply damning. But I guess that in the back of my brain I had worked it out.

                As an

animal, she was "old" enough, and if she was willing, why would I not go

through with it? It wasn't like anyone could ever catch us. She would change

back into a girl and no one would be the wiser. I did have my religious

background, but that was flying out the window faster than a cheetah in a dead

run. It was hard to think about telling my sins to a priest who probably had committed

buggery on an alter boy.

                I

dropped my boxers, embarrassed that my erection was already solid and throbbing.

I got behind her and positioned myself. I was unsure how to proceed. Not in the

matter of sex, for I had some experience with that. It was the idea of doing it

with something that could tear me to pieces should it choose to. I hardly knew

what to do or how to do it properly.

                Her

wagging tail and backside showed she wanted it. It was odd, knowing one thing

and seeing another. She looked cute, like a happy dog, yet she was something

dark and terrifying. Throwing caution to the wind, I grabbed her tail and got

us close together. I used one hand to guide myself inside her. I was expecting

a lot more resistance. I knew so little of anatomy, particularly reproductive

things about canines, knots and breeding. She was big enough to handle what I

had to give and then some, regardless of her physical age. She was presently

the size of a large dog, like a Siberian. Or perhaps I should say...  like a wolf.

                I

figured I'd regret my decision to do this. I was correct. Once I was in I never

wanted to leave. I was hooked. All those years of being an upright and

respectable man were flushed down the drain like old dishwater. A tiny spark of

primal fire lit inside me, something simple religion had never, ever been able

to do.

                That

fire was soon raging in my loins. I was getting braver, hooking my fingers into

the fur on her haunches. She never once flinched. In fact, the rougher I got

the more she seemed to like it. Thinking back, I remembered that she seemed to

like the rapes she had endured as preludes to her feedings. I doubted I could

do anything that terrible, so I let myself relax to do what I wanted.

                As I

worked her over, she let out little yips and growls. Her back feet worked the

sheets like a cat's when you rub that spot at the base of the tail when they're

in heat. I was really getting into this. I began humping her with some speed,

driving myself into her with more and more force. It helped that I hadn't blown

a decent wad in a couple of years. Now it was ready to pour out all at once.

                I sunk

my finger nails into her legs in a painfully tight grip, and proceeded to

jackhammer her for the next five to six minutes. When I felt the rise in my

balls bubble upwards, I nearly pulled her hips out of joint with my slamming.

Her growling rose in volume until she broke into a howl. She stiffened up as I

broke loose inside her. Her tail went straight up in the air with every hair on

it erect like they were caught in a static electricity field.

                I added

my own version of a growl to hers as I felt the painful flow pass out of my

body and into hers. I was becoming a beast personified, doing what I was doing.

But if this was wrong, I never wanted to know what right really was. As I

finished, I nearly fell forward. Only her stiffly held body kept me from

collapsing forward. Even her tail was as rigid as a board.

                I

collected my senses and leaned back until I was teetering upright, reeling from

the best sex I had ever had. I was still inside her, and while I was tempted to

try again, she changed my mind by reverting back to her human self. I pulled

out and dropped to the mattress. She immediately curled up next to me,

literally purring like a cat. Apparently I had done well.

                I knew

that moment that my life was going to be totally different from where I had

envisioned it going just a month before. I now had stirrings that should never

have risen to the surface, and I had desires that were dark and primal. My

previous days now seemed distant and drab. I was finally finding out what it

meant to be alive. And I found that I liked it.