I look over to where Vanessa is still sleeping. A long, gray ear peaks over the edge of the blanket. Next, a long black snout appears, along with a pair of yellow eyes. I glanced out the window. It was daytime. "V-V-Vanessa?" I stammered. The wolf let out a low whine, also glancing out the window. "Why are you still like that? You should have changed back to human, like me." Stupid, I thought to myself, she can't talk. Vanessa whimpered, howled. "Hey, Vanessa. It's going to be alright. I mean, its not like you won't eventually change back." My slight feelings of disgust at what I'd did with her in the night were gone, replaced by a feeling almost like love, but not quite.
Vanessa's eyes watered. Peculiar tear-like things streaked down the fur on her face. They were tears, I realized. Bloody tears. "Vanessa . . ." She leaped off the bed. I put my pants on and followed her. "Where are we going?" I asked as she nosed open the door. She growled. We went down a flight of stairs. Past the bartender, who waved.
"Anything?" He asked. Suddenly, I needed alchohol so badly it hurt. "Yes. I'd like a margureita on the rocks." Vanessa bit my hand. Hard. Then she growled. "Nevermind." I sighed.
We walked about three miles, winding through Norfolk's city streets and alleyways. Almost the whole way I felt as if I was starving. When we finally did stop, it was in front of a ranch style house, split level. It had a perfect green yard, complete with a rock garden and Western style decorating.
Vanessa walked to the front door, and started digging in the rock garden. "Vanessa!" I hissed, "Leave it alone!" She barked at me.
She picked something up and carried it in her mouth to the door. She head-gestured for me and I came over to her. It was a key. I assumed I was supposed to put it in the lock, which I did. The door opened. Vanessa leaped in. I waited outside. In about fifteen minutes she was back.
"Vanessa?!" I gasped. She was a human again, far more beautiful that I remembered. She had medium brown hair, touseled and curly, complete with blond highlights. Her lips were shapely, her nose straight, the perfect length for her face, but it would look long on anyone else, I bet. Her eyes, although sapphire blue, still held traces of the yellow orbs they were before. She was tanned, and wore a long blue robe thing, like something the ancient Roman women used to wear. She looked exquisite, but there was also something else besides the difference in looks from last night. Perhaps her face was more radiant, or . . .
"I know . . . I am different, my friend." She murmured. Her voice was also different, not as scratchy as it had been when she was with me and the alchohol. Instead it was throaty, extremely becoming.
"H-h-how did you change back?" I stammered.
She suddenly grabbed my hand and placed it on her belly. Her stomach moved! "What the fuck!?" I said, leaping backward.