Week Forty-Two(August 3- August 9) Topic: Ambush
Winner: Paul
The Loneliness Of The Last Werewolf
By Paul
Hiding in the darkest shadows of the alleyway he patiently waits.
Watching for just the mere glimpse of her again.
Already he can feel the blood surging though his naked muscular torso in anticipation at the thought of just the touch of her porcelain skin. He breathes the air in through his slimy snout and reminisces of her sweet perfume, which reminds him of the smell of apple blossom. He envisages her leaving the nightclub opposite, her slender frame swaying to the pulse of the music, her body drunk on happiness and innocence. He pictures her long dark hair cascading down her flowery pink dress.
Then with a shudder he relives the kiss. As he licks his dripping fangs he can recall the taste of her peppermint breath. He watches the clouds scudding across the night sky to reveal a full moon, its brilliance illuminating the last werewolf in full glory. His talons claw at the ground in frustration at the monster he’s become. The wind blows a fresh breeze, which catches his coarse hairy body, and he raises an elongated head to the moon and howls a tormented screech of loneliness
As he waits in ambush he reminisces of what happened only a few hours previously.
It is like a scene from a movie, every cliché in a romantic novel. The club goes quiet as he walks through the door and their eyes lock for the first time.
He sees her leaning against the bar, an angel in a flowery pink dress. He feels his heart thud as it feels as if it has been hit by a thunderbolt. He has never felt this way before. His hand feels clammy, sticky with sweat. His head spins around in a torrent of mixed emotions. He looks into her crystal blue eyes and for the first time knows the meaning of love.
‘Sarah Brown?’ he asks approaching her.
‘Hi, you must be my knight in shining armour for the night,’ she says with a giggle.
‘Eh, I ….’ he stutters, his voice full of nervous energy.
‘Don’t worry, just my sense of humour. Come on lets get ourselves a drink,’ she says, leading him to the bar.
‘Your much better looking than your profile on the matchmaker website,’ she tells him with a giggle.
‘And you’re the prettiest girl I’ve had a date with,’ he replies.
‘Been with many girls, have you?’
‘No, you’re the only one,’ he says, with embarrassment.
‘What, a handsome catch like you. Don’t spare me the gory details.’
As they stand talking he realises she is full of energy, beautiful and sexy. He can feel the tingle of electricity sparking through their connection.
Suddenly he feels her dragging him through the throng of heaving bodies, ‘Come on my lonesome bachelor, and show me some moves on the dance floor.’
Then they’re jumping and twisting to the rhythmic beat of the music. After a while they return to the bar, laughing and giggling, their bodies glistening with the sweat of the excretions on the dance floor.
As she sips her cocktail before asking, ‘Tell me a bit about yourself. What about your family? Do you not see them?’
‘No, all my family perished a long time ago,’ he tells her with a tear in his eye. ‘I’m the last in a long line. It’s just me now, just me on my own,’ he says with real regret.
Then the moment that he has been dreading. An immense pain tears through his body, and he screams out in agony, as he realises that his worst fears are coming to fruition.
He is going to change, and into the girl’s worst nightmare.
‘I have to go,’ he cries in anguish. Already he can feel his body in torment at the change the moon is trying to inflict on his body.
‘Can’t you stay?’ she pleads. ‘I thought we were having a good time.’
‘We were, I’ve had the best time of my life. You don’t know how special you’ve made me feel these last few hours,’ he say’s, before doubling over in agony as a spasm of pain racks through his body.
‘Are you sure you are ok?’ she asks, her voice full of genuine concern. ‘Do you need an ambulance?’
‘No, I’ll be fine. Sorry, I just need to be alone for a while,’ he says grimacing in pain.
‘When will I see you again?’ she asks.
Their eyes lock as they both realise that they have both found something a little bit special.
‘I’ll give you a call,’ he says. With the slightest brush of her cherry red lips she kisses him. Stumbling from the room he glances back and his heart breaks as she smiles, her face the epitome of beauty.
Then he sees her emerge from the club. She looks even more beautiful than before. His heart yearns for her as he keeps to the shadows and follows her through the dimly lit streets. Stopping she is approached by a gang of youths, out late patrolling the deserted streets looking for trouble.
And they have found it in the shape of their worst nightmare as they grab Sarah, pushing her to the ground.
In a blur of speed he bounds over to the group, ripping and tearing into them in a frenzied attack. Screaming, Sarah backs away, her hand covering her face in pure terror. Then one of the group pulls a gun, a big shiny colt 45 and with shaking hands pulls the trigger, not once but six times at point blank range at his unprotected side.
With a squeal of pain he twists and turns like a delicate ballerina, before finally falling in a heap in the gutter. As he falls his body slowly transforms itself back into the human he was.
Gasping in realization Sarah falls to her knees and holds a gentle hand against the smoking wounds of his side.
‘What have they done to you?’ she cries, gathering him up in her arms.
As he lies dying in her arms he smiles properly for the first and last time. It is a smile of a love that might have been. It was a smile of a love that could have been so special and true.
‘Better to have loved and lost than never loved at all,’ he gasps. His last words come out in a cascade of bubbles and blood.
With tears flowing down her tears she could only watch as the fire fades from his eyes. Gently lowering his frail body to the ground she tenderly shut his eyes and whispering into his dead body, ‘True love is never lost.’
As she walks away down the darkened street the moon emerged from behind the clouds enveloping her its silvery radiance and somewhere the last lonely werewolf howls a cry of love.
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