Susan was far from the only one on the verge of a remarkable
transformation.
At a small apartment, Julia Daniels and Claudia Jameson giggled
excitedly. College students by day, the nubile blonde roommates
giggled softly and turned out the lights, locked the door and waited
in quiet anticipation for the moonlight to cascade through the sliding
glass doors of their balcony, dressed only in bathrobes.
In the backstage area of Club Hotflash, (a "Gentleman's Club"), dancer
Misti Vaine felt the surge of heat crash through her core, and she
cursed her stupidity. In the midst of a two day cocaine binge, lack of
sleep had clouded her judgement, and money woes had made her
prioritize work. Even now, her ears were nearly deafened by the
pounding baseline of the music in the next room, and her heartrate was accelerated. Beyond having next to no chance of controlling her
transformation, the drug had made her even more susceptible to an
early change as well as a blood rage. Glancing in a mirror, the woman
with black hair, chunked with red streaks saw that her green eyes had
gone bright yellow already.
In the suburbs, in a large house with an ornate gate, clearly the
abode of wealth, middle aged widow Marilyn Haygate smiled and stepped
out of her house onto her back lawn, staring skyward as she sipped a
glass of vintage brandy. A beautiful mixed-race woman, she exuded the
confidence that wealth and power engendered. Her mocha skin glistened
with a light sheen of sweat.
And in the darker alleys, in the more poor end of town were three
girls, their hair bleached almost to the point of whiteness and their
heads partly shaved and teased into mohawks, themselves dressed in
ratty t-shirts and already torn jeans. Their faces and ears were
pierced, and they growled at a man bound on the ground whose eyes were
wide with terror. "Not too much longer," one of them said.
"And then we fucking feed the beast again!" answered another, glaring
malevolently down at the bound man.
Finally, in a dingy hotel in the same end of town, one that rented
rooms by the hour, a middle aged John was there with an auburn-haired
girl who had the thin build and hungry look of a prostitute.
"So..you CAN do it, right?" he asked.
She nodded and smiled. "A hundred and I let you watch while it
happens. Two hundred and you can touch me while it happens. Three
hundred, and you can do anything you want before, during and after.
But you better make up your mind quick. It's getting awful close."