Chapter 1

Louise meets Mr. Black and decides her best choice is to go with him, but to where?

   I waited in the cold night, leftover rain dripping from dark Douglas Fir trees; the drip irritated me, and made an equally annoying pat pat pat sound. I was trying to listen, trying to listen between the drops, at something that I heard. It was a hissing, breathing sound.

 

   Could it be them? Those who I was seeking? The Wolf People? Or, actually, one Wolf Person in particular.

 

    I had seen him earlier in the day, or more like dusk.  He was tall, slightly over six feet, dressed in black clothing, his hair was dark and tangly and he wore an Australian Cowboy hat.

 

   I spotted him at an outdoor cafe, at the same time he had spotted me. His eyes were quite shocking, really. A strange kind of luminous off white color with no pupil.  As we stood there staring at each other he quickly put his shades on, but too late! I had seen and he knew I had seen. Then he simply smiled, it was quite disarming, and he was walking towards me.

 

   At first I wanted to run, but run where?  And why run? I knew what he was, and running from one of them was utterly useless.  They could and would find you anywhere.

 

   The Wolf People. He was one of the Wolf People.  The ultimate stalker, tracker and if they so desired, and often they did when they felt threatened in anyway, the ultimate killers!

 

    It was a waste of time me running. I knew as he approached me.  But he was still smiling, he was totally unthreatening. I just stood and waited.

 

   He stopped a couple feet from me; his smile had gotten quite charming. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, felt his warm breath feather light across my face.

 

  "Hi!" He said, his voice was deep and very masculine. "I am Mr. Black." He held out his hand.

 

   I took his hand, it was large compared to my small feminine one, and Mr. Black engulfed my hand in his. "Hi." I said back. "I am Louise."

 

   "Ah!" Mr. Black said. "Louise." It was rather like an acknowledgement, or a statement of fact. "I think you know what I am, do you not?"  His voice was still friendly, still charming, but there was something dark and sinister there now.

 

   "Yes." I got out, it was rather difficult, I was getting nervous and anxious.

 

   "You know what that means?" Mr. Black said, removing his shades, pinning me with his strange, off white eyes.

 

   Rather breathlessly I said, "I think I do, Mr. Black. I am going to die."

 

   He laughed, a soft gentle laugh. "No, Louise, you are not going to die. You are going to come with me."

 

   I was startled. "Come with you?" I repeated.

 

  "Yes, Louise. You will come with me.  At midnight be at the West End Trail Head. At midnight. If you are not there, it will not go so well for you. You understand?"  He put his shades back on. I could sense he was about to leave. And I was about to decide my fate.

 

   "Yes, Mr. Black. I understand. Completely. The West End Trail Head, at midnight."

 

   "Be there."  And he was gone, just like that, gone as if he had never even been there. Not even walking away. Simply gone!

 

    I waited now, with the pat pat pat about me.  Cold, anxious, tired. Was that really a hissing, breathing sound? Why would any Wolf Person make such noise, when they could come and go without being seen?

 

    The clock hand moved to midnight.  And suddenly he was there! As if out of thin air! The tall, dark mysterious Wolf Man, Mr. Black. He had a hold of my upper arm even before I realized he was beside me!

 

    "Wise choice, Louise." He said. He was not wearing shades now, in the dark and his off white eyes shone brilliantly in the darkness. "You will come with me now!"

 

    Mr. Black pulled me into his arms. He held me tightly for a moment and I felt his arousal pressing against me, right between my thighs. I caught my breath! Was it fear or excitement! I could feel his heart pounding. "You are mine now, Louise. I spared your life. It has been decided by The Pack." Scooping me up into his arms, he turned back into the darkness of the Douglas Fir forest!

 

   My Night of the Wolf had begun!

 

  

 

  

 

  

 

 

 

   

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Ch 1
Brilliant start. I think I've said before that your writing flows well, is very tight and delivers the hit that readers of your chosen genre want. Anyone reading your stories in future will be familiar with the territory, so you don't have to explain too much. The beauty of your easy style is that you are simultaneously patient and quick. You are patient in your choice of words and the way you focus of key details and dabs. Yet the story also travels quickly. In this opener the whole story is set up and L has made her decision. In the eternal and universal conflict between fear and the need for excitement L opts for excitement, though how much choice there is is open to debate. Also, as with many stories in vulpine division of the fantasy/horror genre there is a clear sexual undercurrent. A female reader into the genre will thrill at the feeling of the wolfman's arousal. You have nailed your female readers' attention with that line. Fear is overcome and they want more of what the wolfman might offer. And there is not just one of him, there is the pack. This offerss even greater scope for more fear and excitement. The key to all this is that that which we fear also excites us and the more we fear it the greater its potential to excite us.

[deeps]

Very nice layout here, I like this so far, Wonderful story line you have going on so far.
I like it i find it haunting and errie. Looking forward to reading more of this.

[Death Grip]

Pretty cool... strange but cool