In truth, I didn't know what to do, so I simply surfed the internet randomly. I was a member of several tf and werewolf related newsgroups and messageboards, and they were predictibly quite active today.
The majority of the messages were very simple, like "Did you see the news?" or "Those people are so lucky!" I also noticed that for whatever reason, noone posting claimed to have been bitten last night, and most were lamenting the fact. And as far as I could tell, I was the only one in any of my groups that had seen a werewolf change in person. I didn't know if it was simply that the ones who'd changed were simply remaining silent, or if somehow, I was simply quite lucky.
Many members had posted video clips, grabbed from various news sources of people changing on camera. I probably spent a good couple of hours watching each and every one, whether the "featured attraction" was male, female, young or old. I couldn't help but feel a little guilty, getting hard repeatedly as I watched. Here I was, not wanting to be one, but certainly wanting to fuck one.
Then I realized one small thing that all the clips had in common- the werewolves weren't killing anyone, simply attacking and moving on to the next victim. This wasn't a war yet, simply a recruitment drive, and one that had two days yet to go.
It was around noon when there was a knock on the door.
I got up to answer it, assuming that Jehovah's Witnesses were attempting to annoy the neighborhood again. I readied myself to let loose a torrent of four-letter words as I opened the door, then gasped. It was Kyra...but she was undeniably different.
It wasn't that she looked truly different. She was, for the most part, the same as she'd been a few nights before. She was still five feet, four inches tall, and 125 pounds. Her jet-black hair still hung to the middle of her shoulder blades. She still had freckles on her cheeks, and dimples at the corners of her mouth when she smiled. But it was the look in her eyes, the look of something...feral that was new.
"Hi," she said in a breathy voice, "Mind if I...come in?"
She didn't wait for an answer, simply walking past me, staring into my eyes. She didn't walk, either...she slinked by me in an insanely sensual way. It was a way that oozed sex, and a way that I'd NEVER seen Kyra walk before. She sat down on my couch, patting the cushion next to her rather patronizingly. "Come on, I don't bite, at least not with this much sunlight."