"I guess I will take my dominion then," you say, getting a confident
smile in return from the butler.
"Very good, sir," he replies. "And do you have a specific intention
with that?"
"Yes," you tell him. "Is there a room with a proper skylight or glass
ceiling? Somewhere we could see the moon?"
"Yes, sir," the butler informs you. "The grand ballroom. Down the
hall, third set of double doors on the left. The moon should be
visible within approximately five minutes or so."
"Summon the others and meet me there," you say, feeling a pressure
beginning to well up within you. There is no doubt what this pressure
is from; it is the animal side of yourself beginning to stir. You can
still run, but what's the point?
With your destiny clearly in mind, you stride to the grand ballroom as
the head butler calls to the other two. His voice echoes down the
hallway. "To the grand ballroom! The master will be claiming what is
his!"
You open the doors to the ballroom. Black and white checkered marble
tiles cover the floor, polished to a high shine. The walls, immaculate
white, their baseboards inlaid with carvings of the moon going through
its phases, and at the top, a repeating pattern of a man and a woman
transforming into werewolves. The skylight is huge, dominating the
ceiling at its center, and beneath it hung a large crystal chandelier,
clearly designed to catch and reflect the moonlight.
"I remember the grand gatherings we would have here many years ago,"
comes the head butler's voice as he entered the room.
"The room filled with the beautiful people, the women in their finest
gowns and the men in their best suits," the voice of the younger
butler said as he walked in.
"And as the night dawned, the illusion of humanity would fade, and
they would give into the passion of the animal," said Tabitha, "Such
glory days. I was here first as a guest, and stay now as a servant."
"As do we all," said the head butler. The three of them encircle you.
Hands pull at your shirt, tug at your pants, slide off your boxers.
"Guide us back to those glorious days," whispers Tabitha, suddenly
naked against you.
"Guide us," says the younger butler, naked on the other side of you.
"Claim your dominion," the older butler says, nearly commanding you.
"For the glory of the house, and for the glory of the pack!"