(Open to any monster or monster/student. And the initial post is long because I was bored)

April rushed down the trail, her breathing heavy as her long brown hair whipped behind her head. She felt her lungs burning with each breath she took, her heart hammered in her chest as if trying to escape as a stillness washed over the desolate landscape as she ran.

Each rapid footfall brought the crunch of the gravel beneath her feet and she cringed each time knowing that the beast was honing in on those sounds as it cut it's way through the darkness. It had reinforced the idea that this wasn't the smartest idea she had, jogging at night.

She so often worked out at night though and nothing had happened over the three years that she was doing it thus far. Not until today when she say that thing hovered over the body of that young man. His features twisted in horror, his chest a bloody mess.

The body was at that construction site that they seemed to be taking forever with. The city had been working for months to get a new low housing building in place but funding ended and only recently had the city got the money together to continue work on the project.

It was as she was passing there that she had noticed the creature hunched over the body, the pale white moon full and red, just as red as the creature's muzzle. At first April had thought it was a stray dog though as he heard her approach and turned his head about, ears perked up it was some sort of timber wold, albeit a large one.

Common sense told her to stop but something about him told her to run as if her life depended on it. From the gait he used as he rushed forth or the gleam of malice within his eyes that reflected her terror at his sudden approach.

He had been close behind her too, ready to pounce when the gunshot disturbed the air followed by a sharp help. She was more than alarmed by the man that came out from behind the metallic struts of the skeletal frame of the building. It had been as if she were looking straight at a hitman from some cheesy B movie or a sniper of some sort.

The man was wearing a brown trench coat and holding a smoking rifle. His brown eyes had been steely, his focus upon her as his gaze swept over her body as if inspecting it. She couldn't tell his age either, his hat kept his face in shadows though she had the sense that he was middle aged. What was he looking for? Who was he? What was that thing? It had been as if she were caught up in a rather bad movie all of a sudden and tried to figure out what was going on, her mouth working, opening and closing as she tried to say something that made sense …

“What are you doing out at this hour?” His voice was deep and gruff and she had been reminded of Christian Bale speaking in his 'Batman' voice, yeah, bad movie. This was not happening.

“What? How? I – what's going on?” She stammered though the gun did not lower from her and that made her fear and dread what was going through his head.

“It's a werewolf I've been hunting for about two months now. He kept moving about.”

“Werewolf!?” Was he bonkers? It made no sense. It made perfect sense.

April gasped at that glancing to the lupine body on the ground behind her less then ten feet away. It had been close though how had he known to be here set up with the rifle unless … unless that creature out there had been baited in someway. She recounted the blood about the muzzle that she could make out earlier and was just processing that. Was he using silver bullets? He seemed confident that the creature was not getting back up though April's heart pounded in her chest as she was staring down the muzzle of a gun.

“Did it touch you? Turn around.”

“No, it didn't. P-Please -”

“I SAID TURN AROUND!”

She did so though tears glistened in her eyes. Perhaps he was going to silence her for whatever reason she had expected a bullet in the back of her head at the time but she released a sigh as she was told to turn back around. He was looking for wounds, that was her guess though it was clear that some of the mythology was right and the curse could be transferred, at least that was her belief. She did not know but as she spun around to face him once more she went wide eyed.

He saw her reaction a second to late before teeth tore his throat open. There was no scream, no gurgle like in the movies just a quick savage death as fierce jaws crushed and tore at his throat, the hunter falling in a bloody heap, the creature seeing the body, seeing her as it rushed at her.

Wolves tended to hunt in packs though … true there were lone wolves but that was the mistake of the hunter thinking that he was tracking down just one of these brutal and savage killers.

Instinct told her to run. She turned and fled though she did not get far before a human-like clawed hand grabbed her pony tail and jerked her off of her feet so she spiraled down to the ground, the air driven out of her lungs though what she had expected had not come. She had expected her throat being torn out but the beast mounted her like a UFC fighter. It tore off the white T-shirt, claws making quick work of removing that sport's bra displaying her ample wares.

She kicked and squirmed, her hands pounding against the thing to no avail as it was clear that he was not being hurt. He. She could feel the bulge between his legs as his dick stiffened with her struggles. Her ample breasts bouncing, her cross collected between those delicate mounds even as clawed hands grabbed a hold of them squeezing them roughly just enough to draw blood.

Her mind screamed out along with her body as he moved to her neck licking up it instead of biting into it though at the back of her mind she had to remind herself that it was a bite in the folklore, not claws, that transmitted the curse. Was their something in the saliva? Probably, she guessed though she had other problems to worry about as he tore apart her shorts then panties with ease ignoring her screams and cries of protest.

April expected it to just plow away at her, a savage rutting though he surprised her too preferring to have some lubrication for his own pleasure and not her's he continued licking at her neck a finger on each nipple as he twirled them in opposite directions forcing her body to respond.

First her nipples hardened against her say so. Then her clit was forced out of hiding as he grinded against her hips making her aware of what she would be getting prior to getting it. Once he could smell her forced arousal he wasted no time in aligning himself against her and pushing in past any resistance she had. April was no virgin, her big boobs had attracted a lot of attention from the boys though she was no slut either rarely indulging in carnal pleasures. She had been under a particular dry spell these last few months and so he was her first in close to a season.

He filled her, her passage folding about his girth as he was easily the largest in both length and girth though he gave her no time to adjust as he worked his way eagerly inside her not caring about the tears that he drew as he filled her cunt again and again. She felt good and tight though given his size even a woman after child birth would be nice and snug around hem.

11the beast growled and grunted in approval. He was almost there, almost, though they were just getting started. The first of many rounds to come. She may not have killed his brother but she might as well of seeing that she was on the scene. Even if his brother wasn't dead he still would have savaged her and he was still considering biting her, transforming her and making her his bitch but time would tell and right now he rather liked the whole “helplessness” of the situation.

Inside or on? He had just considered on as he had to mark his territory so to speak when she jabbed him with a searing hot brand. The orb of his eye exploded as the metal cross was jabbed in causing him incredible pain as she pushed him back and managed to get out from beneath him.

A clawed hand sizzled when he grabbed the silver cross and yanked it out of the wound casting it aside as it fell to the ground with a metallic clank. He was just about to go after the girl, his hand burning as intense pain washed through his eye socket when BLAM, BLAM, BLAM!

She had gotten to that gun firing again, the recoil of it sending her aim off in this direction and that as bullets whizzed by. He was in danger and before her aim got any better he fled that scene rushing off at a gallop as he cut his loses. Today cost him his eye and a brother, it would not cost him his life as well …

(Question... what is this for? An RP? A Choose-your-own adventure thing?)

Just a short story, as written by Bria since she's into the whole writing thing. I was just bored over the weekend and did a little doodling on word so to speak.

Way cool

Thanks, just a random story that popped into my mind when bored a few days back