**An original story by Vile8r:
Warning: Contains some descriptions of gore. All characters are legal age. This is a work of fiction.
Emma Myers: Night of the Werewolf!**
Emma lay in bed, staring at the calendar on the wall. October 31st! That day of the year that the 22-year-old actress so anticipated.
Tonight was the night! Emma had to feed. It wasn’t food that she needed, at least not in the same way that a mortal human needed food.
No, Emma was a werewolf. Which was rather ironic, considering she also played a werewolf in the tv series, Wednesday. Emma wondered what her cute co-star, Jenna Ortega, would do if she were to ever discover the real truth about Emma.
Emma had been a werewolf for many centuries. She had been living a poor existence as a peasant farmgirl in 14th century England, when she had been attacked in the woods by a werewolf. Receiving a nasty bite on the leg from the savage supernatural beast had caused Emma to transform into a werewolf herself.
She became a lycanthrope, roaming the Earth in search of more victims. But because she was attacked on Oct. 31st, All-Hallows Eve, now every Oct. 31st Emma had to feed. She had to find a mortal and eat his heart, after she had had sexual intercourse with him. If she didn’t, she would die.
The primal lycanthrope instinct for survival would not allow her to let that happen. Even now, so early in the day, Emma could feel the hunger beginning to gnaw at her, making her think of nothing else. But she had to wait until evening, as she could not make the transformation to werewolf until it was dark.
The pretty, short-haired brunette, got out of bed and ran herself a nice warm bubble bath. As she soaked in the hot water, Emma felt her nipples grow hard and a persistent tingling began between her legs. It was her body aching for sexual contact, to be fucked by a mortal man. If only that poor mortal could know, it would be his last fuck!
Emma spent the entire day in a haze of anticipation and hunger. She went about her daily tasks, but her mind was focused on the coming night and the hunt that it would bring. As the sun began to set, Emma felt the familiar stirrings of her transformation. She could feel the skin on her entire body tingling as the hair wanted to begin growing on her arms and legs, and her senses became heightened. She knew that it was time. But she had to control herself. The transformation couldn’t happen yet.
Emma dressed in a sexy, short black dress and high heels. She wore little makeup, except for a bit of mascara and some bright red lipstick.
She left her home and began to roam the streets, looking for a suitable victim. She could hear the sounds of laughter and music coming from a nearby pub, and she knew that she would find what she was looking for there.
As she entered the pub, Emma’s eyes scanned the room, searching for the right man. She saw him sitting at the bar, a handsome young man in his early 20s with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. She knew that he was the one.
Emma approached the man, smiling coyly as she sat down next to him.
“Hello,” she said. “My name is Emma.”
“Well, hi there,” he replied. “My name is Clayton. You know, you look a little familiar.”
“I do?”
“Yeah, you do!” he said, looking at her intently. Then he slapped the bar.
“I know you! You’re on tv! Emma Myers! You’re from that show… with Jenna Ortega! Yeah, ‘Wednesday’! You’re on ‘Wednesday’.”
“Guilty as charged,” Emma smiled.
“Well, I am buying you a drink!” Clayton exclaimed. “I can’t believe this. I’m sitting right next to Emma Myers.”
Don’t be too happy about it, Emma mused to herself.
They soon struck up a conversation, and Clayton bought her several more drinks. Emma could feel herself becoming more and more aroused. She could sense the man’s attraction to her, and she knew that it would not be long before she would have him.
As the night wore on, Emma and the man moved to a more private location, at a table in a far corner of the pub. The more she drank, the flirtier Emma became, touching Clayton’s arm and running her finger around the top of her glass.
But she could feel the hunger gnawing at her, making her whole body sensitive to even the slightest touch, and she knew that she had to act soon.
“I think we should go somewhere,” she whispered to Clayton. “Somewhere … quiet.”
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Clayton saw the desire in her eyes and he knew exactly what she was getting at.
“Okay, yeah, um, let’s go!”
He was excited beyond belief, realizing he was going to get the opportunity to bang a real Hollywood actress. They went out through the back entrance and found themselves in the nearby alley. Quickly, as Emma pushed him up against the wall, they began to kiss.
She was reaching down to undo his pants. He throbbed in her hand as she pulled his cock out, stroking it slowly as she kissed him. The man moaned in pleasure, his hips thrusting forward as she sucked on his bottom lip.
Emma dropped to her knees, taking Clayton’s cock into her warm mouth. She sucked and licked, her tongue swirling around the head as he groaned in pleasure. Emma could feel herself becoming more and more lost in the moment, but she knew that she had to be careful. She couldn’t let her hunger take over.
He looked down, reveling in the view of seeing Emma’s mouth with her bright red lipstick, wrapped around his shaft. She sucked and licked on him with an intensity he’d never experienced, pulling him all the way into her throat.
Then she stopped and got back up to her feet. “Now, fuck me!” she panted, her voice low and filled with lust.
Clayton spun her around and she braced her hands against the wall. Holding her by her slender hips, he hiked up her dress and pulled her panties down, He entered her roughly, his hips slapping against her.
In the dimly lit back alley, every sound seemed amplified. The distant hum of traffic was barely audible, drowned out by the couple’s heavy breathing and the rhythmic slapping of bodies.
Emma pressed her hands against the cold, rough bricks as Clayton took her from behind. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her into him with each powerful thrust. She let out a moan, feeling the pleasure build up inside her. The thrill of their public encounter added to the excitement, threatening to push her over the edge.
Clayton watched Emma’s body move with each thrust, her curves illuminated by the occasional streetlight that peeked through the alley. He could see the pleasure on her face, the way her eyes closed and her lips parted. It was a sight he wouldn’t forget.
The cold air of the alley contrasted with the heat generated by their bodies, creating a surreal experience. Clayton could feel himself nearing the edge. He increased his pace, his hips slapping against Emma’s with more force. She matched him, meeting each thrust with eagerness. Suddenly, Emma’s body tensed. A wave of pleasure washed over her, causing her to cry out. Clayton followed, his body shuddering as he reached his climax and he came inside Emma. They stood there, panting and spent, their bodies still intertwined.
Then it began. Emma let herself go and the transformation began full-fledged. Thick, dark hair began to sprout from all over her body. Her muscles thickened and her legs and arms began to enlarge. She threw her head back and Clayton’s eyes grew big as he witnessed her face take on the appearance of a large, wolf-like creature. Her tattered and torn dress fell from her body.
He jumped back, trying to pull his pants up.
“What in the FUCK!” he yelled out.
Emma spun around, her long dripping fangs exposed, her eyes a bright, unearthly shade of yellow. She didn’t speak, only growled like an animal and then pounced on Clayton.
Her sharp teeth and razor-like claws ripped and tore at his clothing, baring his chest. Clayton let out a shriek of terror as the creature sunk its teeth into him. It pulled its head back, blood spraying out, as Clayton’s heart was held tight between its jaws.
Holding his heart in one large paw, it raised its head and let out a loud piercing howl.
“A-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Clayton’s lifeless body fell to the ground in the back alley. The werewolf devoured the still-warm heart, fresh blood running from the corners of its mouth, matting its thick fur. It’s long thick tongue lapped and drank the large pool of blood flowing from the mortal’s torn chest. The werewolf felt energized with a bellyful of mortal blood. Sated, it ran down the alley into the darkness.
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Emma awoke the next morning on the floor of her bedroom. Her head throbbed and her throat felt terribly dry. Her entire body ached. She smiled, remembering the events of the previous night. Like always, she had felt so alive, so powerful, so free! She had fed successfully, and it felt good. She always loved that feeling of vitality she had after a new feeding.
She knew it would be on the news. The police would find a horribly mutilated body in a back alley, missing its heart. But as always, there would be no clues. No leads to tell them how this unfortunate man had met his demise. The police would be stumped. And Emma would go on with her life as normal, until the next Oct. 31st.
She felt no remorse for what she had done. Emma had to live with the curse of being a werewolf, but she also had to survive. And that meant killing every October 31st. It was a never-ending cycle, but it was one that Emma had to live with. She had no choice. She was a werewolf, and this was her life now.
THE END
