It was just after we'd finished that the police showed up. We heard the siren; it was just one car. "I wish you'd change back," I hissed to Zoey, who immediately shriveled and shrank back to her attractive redheaded self.
Two police officers walked in, their guns at the ready. I greeted them at the door, my werewolf beauties behind me, eager for the command to kill.
The first officer, obviously the senior of the pair spoke, "We had a report of a disturbance and...WHAT THE FUCK?!" He was a tall, muscular black man, yet he looked visibly frightened of the scene.
His partner, a younger white guy, quite small by comparison, began to gag at the sight of the gore and blood. "Oh Christ...oh CHRIST!" he mumbled, doubled over in pain.
"Officers, I assure you, there's nothing to fear here...well, except for me," I said, smiling.
The officer leveled his gun at my head, "Get on the ground, asshole! NOW!" The girls snarled, ready to change, advancing on the officers.
"I wish you girls would calm down," I said, kneeling on the ground. The girls, who moments earlier had been on the verge of metamorphosis, immediately calmed down. "Veronica...while I'm with the officer, I wish you'd take care of his partner...you know, get him cleaned up in the back room and gift him with your point of view."
Veronica smiled, leading the young officer to the restroom. Meanwhile, the older officer cuffed me, slamming my head into the floor a couple of times. "You like that, you sick fuck?" he asked me as he hauled me to my feet, my nose broken by the impact with the tile.
"No, I don't like it one bit, to be honest," I replied. "And you really shouldn't do things like that. It can come back to bite you in the ass."