My ex-girlfriend was always oblivious to the dangers in this world, as if bad things only happened to other people and would never happen to her. She took too many dangerous risks, jogged in a nearby secluded park in the dark of night and wouldn’t let me accompany her for protection, a few times got drunk in bars with girlfriends and walked home alone at 2 am.
So it wasn’t surprising when on one of her nightly jogs in the secluded park, a serial killer almost nabbed and killed her. But luck was kind of with her when under a full moon a giant werewolf sprung out from behind a large oak tree and ripped the serial killer to shreds.
Unfortunately for my girlfriend, who thanked the beast for rescuing her, it kissed her on the lips and bit her on the neck, though the bite was gentle, like a love bite, no torn flesh, no blood bleeding.
She came home that night crying and shaking, but with barely a visible sign of the bite, only some reddened skin. It seemed she avoided the usual death by werewolf or the curse of becoming one of those monstrous beasts. I wondered if the old wooden cross she wore around her neck, her superstitious grandmother had prayed over and given her, had saved her life, like crosses are supposed to protect one from vampires.
But, alas, when the full moon lit up the sky a month later, my ex morphed into a terrifying she wolf beast. I heard the cracking sounds all over her body, saw her nails and canines extending, hair sprouting all over her, and her bursting with muscles body growing unnaturally to about eight feet tall. Trying to be manly, despite my heart pounding with fear inside my chest, like a jack hammer pounding cement, I suppressed a scream for as long as I could. Then I screamed so loud the cup I was drinking instant coffee out of shattered. Frozen by terror of what I was witnessing, I couldn’t move or run away. Like I’d often read about when people are about to die, I saw my whole life begin to pass by in my mind’s eye.
There must have been some humanity left in my girlfriend under that baleful, full moon. After she howled as loud as a hound from hell, she looked at me lovingly through demon red eyes, and dashed out of our apartment into the ill fated moonlit night. The next day the TV news reported two men jogging in the secluded park she jogged in were ripped apart, only their torn and bloodied body parts remained. The authorities said the killings seemed to be done by two unusually large wolves.
I never saw my girlfriend after that. I suspect she ran off with that goddamn werewolf who gave her that accursed love bite. At least she didn’t kill or werewolf curse me.
Bob Boyd