Horror
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Helicopters
If running drugs on her helicopter hadn't been so easy, she might never have ...
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Night Life
A fight she knew she couldn't win. Ridiculous, how these freaks always showed up with silver ammunition! A shame she couldn't simply sic the party crashers on a vampire nest. That'd keep them busy, but no sane do-gooder approached bloodsuckers at night. They preferred to go after lycanthropes instead, who were much easier to identify by moonlight, and more susceptible to long-range attacks.
That's why she was lurking behind the stinking dumpster. This particular alley had seemed a fine place to transform, with its remarkable view of the moon. She hadn't noticed that the alley had only one access. She would've noticed, except her bipedal self had been a little drunk. This was a perfectly reasonable state; it was the alpha pair's mating anniversary. The whole pack was inebriated. They wouldn't be for long, just as she was no longer reeling happily through the darkness. Shifting jump-started the body's metabolism, burning off the alcohol at a rapid rate. Now she was thirsty, a natural werewolf reaction to abrupt sobriety, but she was stuck in the shadows because this teenaged goon squad was tramping about, awash with silver jewelry and packing a noxious assortment of weapons.
She licked her lips as the morons whispered to each other. One giggled nervously and was shushed by his companions. Lady, but they were moving slow! Her real problem was that if she tried to make a break for the street behind them, she couldn't pass for a large dog. The moon had only fattened half-way toward Her first quarter. The lycanthropes were currently limited to the wild, toothsome hybrid of hominid and wolf, although during the waxing of the moon the emphasis was on the wolf. This was good; it made her body strong and glorious. This was also bad; it made her undisguisable. The wanna-be monster hunters crept closer. They had enough sense to hold their crossbows and revolvers at the ready. Thus, all those silver projectiles were pointed her way. She tapped her claws on the greasy pavement, trying to think.
"It would seem that you require a convenient distraction, my dear," a voice whispered near her ear. She couldn't whirl around in her cramped position, so she simply rolled her eyes to the right. The gray, wrinkled face of a transparent old women hung in space three inches from her furry cheek. Looking through the old woman's head, she saw the rest of the rag-clad body floating behind the dumpster. A ghost then. She wrinkled her nose. A smelly bag-lady ghost.
"Party," she rasped. "Changed. Teenagers. Silver. Out!" It was the best her toothy mouth could manage.
The ghost winked. "Oh, I think I can draw their fire."
She grinned at her new ally. "Owe you," she said, crouching.
"Yes," said the ghost. Then it swept through the dumpster into the hunters' path. "RAWRGH!"
She darted out, savoring the screams amid the gunfire. Then she raced out into the street and the night beyond.
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