Three Nights

First Night

Tom and Lana made out on the couch, locked in a passionate kiss for almost two minutes. Finally, after tumbling onto the floor and rolling across the living room two or three times, Tom pulled away, saying, "Lana! You'd better save up all that energy before you're too tired to do anything fun when the moon rises."
"Tired?" Lana replied, "Never for you, love. I haven't enjoyed this since..."
"Since the last full moon!" he joked, "Man, after having sex - how many times? - you'd think you'd lose respect for me already."
"Nah, Tom," she said as she ran her fingers through his hair, "We'll always be together, right?"
Tom looked up and out the window, "Yeah, dear, we'll always be together."
Lana looked up as well, "Is it time?"
"Almost. Be right back, gotta get rid of these clothes."



They had been a couple ever since freshmen year. And Tom could still remember how happy he was when Lana accepted him for what he was. When he was eleven, he was attacked by a giant creature in the woods. As young as he was, he could not comprehend the first change, that night in his bedroom. Luckily his mother and father work nights, so his transformation remained hidden. Ever since, he learned to control the animal inside him, to resist the ravenous hungers on the three nights of the full moon. He learned how to retain his human mentality and keep the animal emotions and thinking at bay. But it was not an easy experience. Tom knew that, for the rest of his life, a werewolf he would be during the full moon and one night on each side of it.
Then there was Lana. From the first day in high school, Tom knew she was the girl for him. She had come to his house unexpectedly one school night, only to see him change right before her very eyes. First there was shock. Then there was the long explanation about his true nature, after which Lana began to feel sorry for him. Much to Tom's surprise, Lana welcomed him into her heart, beginning a happy relationship between the two.

Tom stepped out of the bathroom completely naked. The living room windows were covered by the blinds, but he knew that the moon was fast rising above the horizon.
Lana was nowhere to be found. "Lana?" Tom said, "Where'd you go?"
Just then, Lana crept up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. "Ah!" he jumped up and looked behind him in surprise. And there she was, completely stripped of any clothing as well. "There you are!" he said.
Lana smiled, "Now that's a disappointment! Aren't you going to change yet?"
"Any minute now, I can feel it--ahhhh"
Suddenly, Tom gripped his stomach and bent down, as the change took place. The usual wolf-like features began to cover his body. The fur, the ears, the muzzle, the sheath, everything. His eyes were glowing yellow as his love just stood there and watched in anticipation. Tom fell to the floor, the change in its final stages. By the end, he was breathing heavily in exhaustion as saliva dripped from his mouth uncontrollably.
Lana knelt down, "Now can we make love?"
Tom gave Lana a wolfish grin, "Yes, dear."

They were locked together for almost two hours, making love on the floor and making a mess at the same time, bumping into the furniture and knocking over various living room decorations.
Finally, they stopped to rest. Tom and Lana laid on their backs on the floor, werewolf and human gasping desperately for air as they lay next to each other.
"You really don't get tired of this, don't you?" Tom asked.
"Never," Lana grinned, but her smile faded quickly, "The truth, Tom?"
"Sure."
"I wish I was like you."
Tom rolled over to face Lana, "Trust me, you don't."
"Why not?"
"Trust me. It was never easy being a werewolf. You would hunger for entire animals during the full moon. You'd hate yourself every time you killed something. You'd be hiding from normal people every time the moon rises, for the rest of your life. You don't want that, Lana."
"But I have you, don't I, Tom? You'd teach me how to control the wolf."
He shook his head, "I don't know, Lana. I mean, if you really wanted it so bad, I mean more than anything in your whole life..."
"I do, Tom," Lana put her hand on his cheek, "I really do."
Tom smiled, and for a minute he was ready to bite her on the shoulder, to give her a gift that seemed like a curse to him. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth--
Suddenly, Lana pulled away, "What time is it?"
He looked up at the clock, "Quarter to eleven, it says."
"Oh no!" Lana stood up and fumbled for her clothes, "My dad was going to be early getting home tonight! I have to go!"
In less than a minute, Lana was on her feet and fully clothed. "Sorry 'bout this, love," she said as she kissed him and rushed out the door, leaving a confused Tom behind.

The streets were quiet, the neighborhood was dark, and with dark, black fur covering his entire body, it was very easy for Tom to stay unnoticed outside. It was a two-minute walk to Lana's house, and the werewolf slipped from backyard to backyard in getting there. When he arrived at the house, he ducked under the open kitchen window. With his keen hearing, he could hear two voices inside.
Tom wanted to be absolutely certain. There was rumors that Lana's dad lost his job just three months ago, and with alimony from her mother the only source of income coming in, Tom had heard that the father had taken to drinking again in the past month or so. Then for the third time in her life, Lana had been coming in with bruises all over her body every other day. Minor accidents, she said. It was unusual for a girl her age to take such unwarranted punishment, but, unlike her estranged mother, Lana could not escape, and she loved her father very much. At least she says she still does.
One of the voices was growing louder, "How many times have I told you never to violate your curfew!"
"I'm sorry, dad! OW!"
"Don't you ever go against my authority again! Now go to your room!"
And there it was, Tom thought. Now he knew. How could she still tolerate a man like her father? How could anyone? But he could do nothing, nothing that might upset Lana. For all he knew she still loved her dad, as loose a cannon as he seems to be.
A car was approaching, and Tom could potentially be seen from the street. He leaped onto the fence and headed back home, contemplating what he could do to help.
Second Night

"I slept on my arm," Lana said, gripping her upper arm with her other hand, "That's all."
Tom gave a look of disappointment, "Don't lie to me, Lana. I was there last night. I heard everything."
Lana stood up, "You were spying on me!? I thought you trust me!"
"I do! It's just that--"
"Who do you think you are, getting into my business!? I can take care of myself!"
"No you can't, Lana. You can't do it alo--"
"And I don't need your help! Ugh, just stay away from me!"
Tom grabbed her by the arms, after which there was a struggle, until he was able to calm her down. "Hey! Easy, easy. Look at me. If I do anything on my part, it means I care about you. I love you. How can you stand your father? You're seventeen years old!"
Lana eventually calmed down, sitting back down on the couch, "I know. It's just...he really doesn't mean it."
He sat down next to her, "Did he?"
"Did he what?"
"You know what I'm thinking."
"No! He'd never...do that to me. That's why I can tell dad still loves me."
"You don't really believe that, do you?"
"I have to, Tom. If something happened to him, where would I go?"
Tom placed Lana's head on his shoulder, trying to comfort her. "Don't worry, we'll figure something out."
"It's alright, Tom," she said, a tear rolling down her cheek, "I'll be fine. I don't need help."
"Yes, you do. Deep down, you know it."



That night was less playful and more passionate. Lana used that night, and perhaps many nights before, to escape from her worries at home. Tom knew she needed someone to take comfort in. He did his best not to let his animal instinct that night take over; he knew she needed a gentler, human touch, even if all she was touching was fur.
It was nine o'clock, and once again they were both on the floor. Tom was lying on his back, while Lana was facing Tom, her arm over his furry chest.
"Tom?" Lana whispered.
"Hmm?"
"Do you love me?"
"Of course I do."
"Do you really love me?"
"Yes, why?"
"Then why don't you change me?"
Tom turned his head, "You really want this, don't you? To be like me for the rest of your life?"
"Yes."
Tom sighed, "Close your eyes."
She did so. Their lips met again for a second, and when Tom broke away, he dug his sharp canines into her shoulder, breaking the flesh and contaminating the blood. To Lana, it stung a little, but the saliva that transferred from Tom's mouth into her own bloodstream tingled, first in her shoulder then slowly to the other parts of her body.
Tom stood up to watch the reaction. There laid his naked lover undergoing the curse, slowly and surely. She inched and wormed on the floor, finding that she was unable to stand herself. She moaned in reaction to the increasing pain that she felt as the tingling turned into a burning sensation that enveloped Lana's entire body. The first signs of transformation appeared as numerous hairs began to grow in the area where Tom bit her. It spread across her shoulder, lengthening and thickening into fur. Her features changed at an accelerating pace as the animal took over.
"Don't fight it," Tom said, "The first change was the slowest for me, too."
Lana was moaning louder now, only this time her voice was losing its human quality. By the time the fur completely covered her body, she cried in pain as her bones and muscles reshaped themselves. The noise she made resembled a howl, animal-like and high-pitched. Finally, the change stopped, and Lana became a full-blown werewolf. She lay there on the floor, nearly unconscious.
"Lana?" Tom knelt to pick her head off the cold, wooden floor.
Lana's eyelids slowly opened, revealing glowing yellow eyes that gazed into Tom's. "Am I...?" she spoke, still trying to adjust to her new animal vocal chords.
"Yeah, love."
Third Night

Tom waited impatiently for Lana. She said that she was looking forward to tonight; she would probably not find any place to hide her new form anywhere else. But after school, she was nowhere to be found. So Tom did what he couldn't usually before a night of the full moon: homework. A lot of it, too.
He didn't notice the sun dipping into the horizon while he was doing his homework. Unusually involved and hoping to get the work done, Tom forgot about Lana and that he was expecting her at his house.
Then it suddenly hit him. From outside his bedroom window, the rising full moon burned at his skin. He looked at his hand; a patch of fur at the back of his hand was growing. He looked on in horror. He had forgotten to undress himself. With the transformation underway, his clothing would pose a great problem for his growing mass. But he was caught off guard, and could not control himself as the wolf took over. He fell to the floor and clawed at the wooden boards as he fought for control of his own body and mind.
As his body took on the werewolf form, his mass was almost twice of what it was when Tom was a human. His polo shirt and dress pants he wore to school would not give way until the near-end of his transformation, when they finally ripped into pieces after pressing against his chest and legs. His belt was even more stubborn. Hiding underneath the growing fur, it stayed fastened to his hips, causing great pain.
Tom howled in pain when he came upon a greater realization; Lana was still out there. "Lana..." he cried as he passed out from the pain, completing the transformation while unconscious.



He gasped for air as he finally gained control of himself and the wolf. When he found himself, he was still in his bedroom. His shredded clothing lay on the floor, as well as other room decorations shattered in pieces because of the wolf. Still fighting to keep control, he gripped his chest and sat on the bed. He remembered that the last thing he was thinking about before he passed out was Lana. His eyes widened. He knew exactly where she was.

The moon, which was now at its highest point, shone on his fur whenever he leaped out of the shadows. He went as fast as he could to Lana's house. But it was too late. Red and blue lights filled the air around his girlfriend's house. He stayed in the shadow of Lana's house, watching cops go in and out between the house and the two police cars. Tom could hear one of the officers talk into the radio, "Dispatch, I'm on the scene, one murder in the house. Cut up really bad. There's no sign of a possible suspect. Please advise, over."
An ambulance was also there, with two EMS workers taking away the remains of a body. Tom gazed on in terror.
"Tom?" a voice said softly behind him. Tom looked behind him, and there was Lana, in full werewolf form. She was crying quietly to herself, her head partly in her arms.
"What did you do?" Tom asked her.
"He was home today," Lana explained, "He was drunk. He came on to me and he...and he...oh, I'm so sorry Tom..."
Tom didn't know what to do with Lana, except giving her a shoulder to cry on. After a moment, he took her by the hand and leapt across the fence, disappearing into the darkness.

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