[magnus knight]

It wasn?t until later in the early evening while cleaning everything up around the office with Maria they switched to the evening news to find the top story was the missing surgeon at the local Zoo?s body had been found. Doris Fillepe?s body was found by some men who had been out hunting earlier in the day. The reporter said she was found naked curled up in a fetal position, cause of death apparently being a gun shot wound to the upper abdomen, though the strange part was the bullet was nowhere to be found. The forensic expert at the scene said the bullet seemed to have been removed by some one with skilled medical training.

Upon hearing this Samantha dropped the glass beaker in her hand she was cleaning and it shattered all over the tile floor. She seemed to wake up form her trance and bent down to pick up the pieces before yelping and bolting upright holding her right index finger. A piece of glass had become stuck in it and was bleeding profusely. Maria having seen the whole thing offered to help by letting Sam goes home early while she finished the job. Samantha agreed and went into the ladies room to clean and dress the cut. She pulled out the glass splinter wincing in pain, and then put a band aid and some antiseptic over it. She then changed out of her scrubs and went home.

Upon arriving home her two pet dogs barked at her, and as she went over to pat them on the heads they just growled and ran away. Surprised by this unusual welcome home she noticed her band aid bled through and stained her blouse. As she undid it she noticed how the sight of the blood seemed to thrill her a bit which she found a tad bit disturbing. She also noticed how her breasts seemed perkier then usually. In fact if she didn?t know any better she could have sworn they were firmer then they had ever been before, which caused the Thirty-three year old woman to smile, after all it felt good to feel sexy form time to time.

As she undid the bandage to look at the cut she was surprised to find there was no cut there. She had no sliver, no scar, no nothing but her slender feminine finger looking fine as always. She examined it closer then before but couldn?t find anything wrong with it at all. This puzzled the hell out of her and she just stared for a good five minutes at the thing when her tummy rumbled, she was hungry, no starved for something to eat. She went into the kitchen and found the food in it smelled better then it did the previous night. Once again she wanted something meaty she could really sink her teeth into. She moved some stuff around before finding a steak in butcher?s paper in the back corner of the fridge. She didn?t open the package to see if it was a steak, but some how as she smelled it through the packaging she could taste what it was. Now usually Samantha likes her steaks well done, but for some reason tonight, she only cooked it to medium, and waiting for it to get to that point drove her wild. Then without any utensils she just picked up the steak in her bare hands, sniffing it thoroughly, and ate it as it was.

Over the next three weeks things seemed to progress at the normal rate, though Samantha seemed to be experiencing more odd things as the time passed. All these odd things in and of themselves would of set off a few bells and whistles to outside observers, but with her stressful job and impending life altering dinner interview just one week away Samantha didn?t have time to take notice of these odd occurrences.

For example one day Samantha awoke to find she had overnight grown a faint fiery colored mustache, and though faint, was nonetheless embarrassing. She shaved and waxed the offending upper lip and just took it as a sign she was perhaps getting too old. Another day she awoke to find her legs covered in the same fine hairs of her lip, but figuring as she hadn?t shaved them in a while just shrugged it off and waxed them. Her pets had also been reacting oddly to her. Her two dogs no longer welcomed her home, but instead ran from her and if she tried to approach them they growled menacingly until she backed off. Her three cats also would no longer give her the comfort she felt she needed from them. Most days when she tried to pet them they scratched her and hissed until she would back away. The odd part she thought was that her cats nails were cut to low since she never found any visible signs of the scratches on her person. Her apatite was also dramatically changing. She felt as though she cut all vegetables and fruits from her diet, since her through out a mold filled pile of them the week before. Only meat satasfied her growing hunger, and not just any meat, she seemed to eat less during the day, but when the sun went down she craved something big and bloody. She would often raid her fridge after dark, barley cooking her food as like a hungry animal she scarf fed it down. Her work was also affected, as Maria had to sedate the animals now before Samantha could examine them. Otherwise they would bark or hiss and cringe as she touched them. Her other coworkers noticed too how she seemed sexier, more authoritative towards them in the veterinary hospital.

Then there were her dreams. She was having these very vivid and sometime sensual dreams at night that felt so real she would see wet spots on her nightgown and blankets. She was also drooling more in her sleep too, literally soaking her pillows. All of this could have been taken as signs that something serious was happening to her, but with her new found confidence, she felt she didn?t need to question them.

This past night she had this dream of running through the woods, she was being cased by something, something big. As she tried to run she found it difficult to get away from this thing that was barreling down on her. No matter how fast she moved she couldn?t get away. Then in front of her appeared these yellow shining eyes that gleamed in the moonlight. She couldn?t see anything beyond them at all; they seemed to call to her, fill her with warmth. Then she was running again, but this time not away from something, but with something, someone besides her. This person made her feel strong, secure. As they ran she had this almost out of body experience as if she was above looking down, only it wasn?t two people she saw running, but two wolves, side by side, lovers in the night howling at the moon. When she awoke from this dream she found herself sweating profusely, moist above and below under the covers, feeling more alive then her ever did before. She felt good, but at the same time frightened by these new feelings.

It was now two days before the interview, almost a month since all this weirdness had begun. As she arrived for work she noticed a man standing across the street, nit so much as looking at her, but through her. His eyes seemed to burn like the white hot tip of heated steel. Samantha just froze in her tracks as he stared at her. Her nostrils seemed to fill with musk like scent that seemed familiar as if from a dream she had once before. It was like she knew him from a memory she couldn?t remember. As a car sped by the moment it cleared he was gone, vanished leaving nothing behind but a feeling and a scent. The rest of her day proceeded almost totally normal foe her. The animals even seemed to be behaving better for her now. Everything was fine until that night.

After her now common late night feast she fell into a very fitful sleep. Tossing and turning in her bed her eyes were flickering behind her lids to indicate her dream was indeed very detailed. She was dreaming of herself in the office, and then she flashed into the examination room where she was working on not some large animal, but a wolf, trying to desperately keep it alive. Then it flashed to an image of the stranger from before standing in front of her, she could smell his musk fill her. Then it flashed to two wolves running in the night, they were in love, playing with each other under a full moon lit eve. Then a man, eyes a flame wearing a leather trench coat and cowboy hat standing in front of them, he held something shiny up, it was a gun, flash boom, she was back in her office with the stranger staring at her. She felt something warm covering her; she feels it then looks at her hand, its blood. Then she shudders and looks down to see her feet, they feel on fire, then she hears the sounds of stretching rubber and snapping laces, she looks down to see her feet are gone, paws in their place now, her clothes tearing off of her body. Now she?s in her bed, the stranger on top of her. She smelled his musk as she feels him penetrate her. He?s riding her, she has no idea who he is, but something wants him in her. As she feels his warm seed fill her she screams out, only it?s not a human scream, but a howl. Then darkness.

Samantha awoke in her bed in the middle of the night. She sat up dripping in sweat and a chill through her spine. She turned and stood up out of her bed and made her way to her bathroom. There she turned on the sink and splashed some cold water on her face. She reached up to turn on her light and was startled by the sight of her reflection in the mirror. The first thing that caught her eye as a large unibrow seemingly to have grown in over night, red hairs connecting her two eyes, a little darker then her hair on top. The next was her satin nightgown. It had rips and tears all over the front of it, gashes in some places. Still covered in sweat and a bit panicky she reached up and tore it from her body, standing there with nipples erect looking at her self. The night gown was in tatters on the floor, but there wasn?t a scratch on her naked pale white body. She could also see her sex was moist, and when she reached down to touch it she quivered a bit. Then what she did next took even her by surprise.

She began to masturbate, slowly sliding her index and middle fingers into her moist wet pussy. With her other hand she kneaded and massaged her breasts, breathing heavy, almost panting. Sweat poured off of her body and she could taste blood in her mouth. She opened it and noticed blood trickling off of her lips, filling her mouth with its bitter taste, exciting her even more. She noticed her canine teeth seemed longer then normal, but in her aroused state she didn?t bother to question this. Dropping to all fours she lifted one of her hands and slid it into her womanhood, flicking her fingers in a come hither motion, pumping on her hand. She felt so dirty and yet so alive. Barking and hissing filled her ears as her pets seemed to be going wild all of the sudden. She continued to play with herself until she started to shudder and hiss, biting her bottom lip as the blood flow increased. The orgasm felt as if it would never stop, she couldn?t let it stop. Finally after what felt like forever the feelings subsided and almost in a state of shock over what just happened she stood up. Only when she glanced into her mirror now her reflection appeared normal. She felt her sweaty forehead to find no unibrow. She opened her mouth and slid her fingers along her gums, but her teeth felt normal as well. Samantha grabbed her sink as she felt woozy for a moment, then nothing. She looked down at her feet to find a wet spot on the tile?s of her bathroom floor, and the shredded remains of her nightgown. She wiped her brow with the ruined nightwear, and walked into her living room, where she sat down on the couch and sobbed.

The day of her big interview had finally arrived. Though she didn?t get all that much sleep the night before, Dr. Samantha Torrance was ready for this. She felt more confident and her senses just felt so alive she knew she was ready to take this. She didn?t go into work, but used a personal day to prepare herself for the dinner interview. She printed up her resume, along with a list of awards she had won in her field of veterinary medicine. Showered and did her hair in a straight fashion but with subtle up curl at the bottom to allow it to dangle just above her shoulders. After she was finished with her red hair she decided to brush on some dark pink nail polish on her long and well manicured fingernails. Then she pulled up her thigh high dark black nylons. She caressed her legs after pulling them up and smile at hoe smooth she was able to get them. She pulled on an aqua colored halter top and fastened her black a line skirt in the back, then zipped it up. She then slid her feet into a pair of T-strap heeled shoes, and put on her black suit coat that matched her skirt. After snapping on her watch, she put on some light makeup using her bathroom mirror. After puckering up with her pinkish colored lipstick she kissed her reflection for luck then made her way out the door.

As she went out the door she called for her two dogs to come in, but they didn?t seem to respond to her voice anymore. This worried her as she didn?t want to leave them out all evening, but couldn?t also risk being late for tonight, so she hesitantly locked her door, got into her car and drove off.

On the drive there she listened to the local news radio station where they announced clear skies tonight, perfect for viewing the full moon. After a twenty minute drive she pulled into the lot of Chez Ritz and after placing two beautifully feminine feet in their heels on the ground she emerged tossing her keys to the valet. As she made her way to the restaurant front door she smelled something in the air that was somewhat familiar. She stopped to turn and felt a chill down her spine as she saw the man from her dream last night standing there across the street from her. She paused to gat a good long look at him, and seemed to fall into a trance until a tap at her shoulder made her spin around to see the valet behind her. ?What?? she asked him a bit confused? ?I asked madam if there was a problem.? ?Um, no. No problem.? She said snapping out of her trance. As she continued into the restaurant she looked to see that the stranger had disappeared once more.

Once inside the fancy restaurant the mater de brought her to the table where an old man sat looking over the menu surrounded by two younger men at his side. ?Ahh, Dr. Torrance, thank you for joining us this evening.? ?Thank you for this opportunity.? She responded in kind. The old man glanced over at the manila envelope she had with her, full of papers. ?That really wasn?t necessary my dear.? he responded. ?Due to the unfortunate business with our previous head of animal surgery we need to fill the position immediately, and since you are the most qualified in the area, the job will of course be yours. Tonight is just a friendly meeting between me, you, and our head of operations and head of veterinary affairs.? To which the old man nodded to his left and his right. Samantha sat down to join them and they began there informal meeting.

The waiter came by and asked them if they looked at the menu and had decided on their orders for tonight. Starting with the woman, he asked Samantha what she wanted. Trying hard to fight back her salivating glands she ordered the sixty four once prime ribs of beef, as rare as possible. This took the waiter and the others at the table a bit a back. Such a large meal for such a feminine slender woman seemed a bit much. After realizing what she had just done she changed it to the twelve ounce cut saying she had misspoken, and placing her menu upon the table she could feel her stomach grumble in protest to the smaller portion. She hoped this wasn?t the beginning of more odd occurrences.

As Samantha sat there talking over animal issues with the other gentleman her stomach began to grumble and she also felt a bit flushed. She just ignored this and kept things going with the three men. She felt this odd prickly heat tingling her legs up her spine and down again. She looked at her watch to check the time and could see by the little dial in the right corner of it the picture showed a little sun setting and a little moon rise. Though only there for an hour she felt it was all night already. Under the table she kicked her feet back and forth as her shoes felt like they were cramping her dainty feet. She also patted her chest as her breasts seemed to appear a bit too perky this evening.

Later while talking she lost her train of thought as her nose seemed to begin picking up all these odd little odors wafting throughout the air. Samantha could swear that by scent alone she could pinpoint where every cut of meat was in the restaurant. Even more oddly when the doors to the kitchen swung open she knew instantly it was her waiter, and could also smell her dinner on the tray in his hand. She tried to maintain focus on the conversation at hand, but at the same time that if she didn?t know any better she could swear she could here the footsteps of the waiter as he approached. The thought of that chunk of meat getting closer caused her to salivate and as a drop of drool feel onto her buttoned suit coat she excused her self to turn and wipe it. ?Are you alright doctor?? one of the men asked noticing what she just did. ?Fine.? she replied while wiping her mouth, not noticing her voice sounded somewhat more seductive then before.

As the waiter arrived he placed the plates in front of the people there, and as the three men placed their napkins upon their laps, Samantha preceded to pick up her bloody piece of meat in her hand, and just take a huge bite out of it. Soon she realized what she had just done and a bit embarrassed put it back down on her plate, apologizing over her foe pa. As the meal proceeded she was the first one done with her dinner, and instead of feeling full, her stomach grumbled and she felt as though she wanted more to eat. With hungry eyes she stared at everyone else?s dinner, swallowing hard to keep from drooling once more. After they finished their meals they continued with their conversation, but Samantha was finding it hard to focus in on the topic.

Her mind felt kind of fuzzy, like a fog was rolling in over it. Also her thigh high stockings itched something terrible, and her shoes and bra felt way to constricting on her. ?Did you get that Sam?? one of the men asked. ?Uh, what? Yes, yes I did and I agree completely.? though lying the others didn?t seem to notice and just nodded in agreement. As the evening wore on still she suddenly grasped her ears and yelped out in pain. The other men just looked at her with odd looks of confusion on her face. ?Don?t you hear that loud whistling sound?? she asked them all looking pained. The other?s just shrugged and asked if she felt alright. She continued to hold her ears, cringing, but then released them saying it was over. Just a minute later the waiter arrived with some hot tea for the group, commenting on how hot it was since the whistle on the tea kettle just blew a moment earlier. The group?s eyes were on Samantha as she just shrugged it off as the beginning of a migraine, which she would welcome now.

They continued to talk for a few minutes when Samantha laughed out loud and the others just stopped to stare. After collecting herself she asked if any of them just overheard that joke, to which they all looked like they were loosing patients with her odd behavior, but said no. Just then at the far end of the restaurant a couple broke out laughing, apparently that were where the joke had originated.

The evening soon became night and Samantha was feeling warm, too warm for her comfort. As they all continued talking she began to feel perspiration form under her clothes making them feel itchy, especially her feet and stockings. She snuck two fingers under her aqua camisole top tugging on it trying to cool herself off. The others at the table noticed this, and how moist her forehead was. ?Are you feeling alright Dr. Torrance?? one of them asked her looking concerned. ?It?s just so damn hot.? She responded noticing now that none of them seemed to feel it. ?You know what, I, uh, I need to excuse myself for a moment.? Samantha said standing up and making her way towards the ladies room. The men at the table noticed how she seemed to wobble a bit as she made her way. To her each step was a bit painful as her feet felt cramped in her heels. As she made her way in her ears perked up and she could hear across the room on of the men say how she didn?t seem to look well at all, which she could agree with at this point. Another commented on how he would love to cool her off with his little fire hose, and how she seemed to be heaving her chest at him all night. ?Asshole!? she said out loud which turned all eyes in the restaurant on her as she turned, blushed, and excused herself as she walked into the ladies bathroom. The man at her table turned to say, ?She couldn?t have heard me all the way over there? Could she have?? Another man at her table turned and said, ?Has anyone else noticed how she is acting exactly like Doris did before she was found dead?? Samantha also heard this as the thick wooden door slammed shut behind her.

Once she was in the ladies room she stumbled over towards the sink, grasping it with both hands shakily as she tried to steady her self. She looked at the mirror with her blue eyes seeing her red hair was a bit out of place and damp with her sweat. Her round face glistened with perspiration from her head down to her feet. As she stood there she felt odd some how, like her clothes, her location were constraining her somehow. Her aqua camisole felt tighter against her wet chest, and the bra underneath felt almost like it was tape keeping her breasts in place. As she looked down her a line skirt was an inch higher then where it was earlier that day. Her thigh high nylons itched like crazy and her shoes though fitting fine earlier, felt like they were squeezing her feet for life. She pulled up her coat sleeve and glanced at her watch, which read nine thirty. Samantha also noticed fine little red hairs standing on edge all over her arm. She pulled on the sleeve of her other arm to see more of the same. She looked at the mirror with sweat now dripping on her face. ?Why is it so god damn hot in here?? she asked herself. She then contorted her body a bit letting out an ?UHH? sound as she did. When she opened her eyes once more she found a faint line of fiery red hairs went across her temple between both eyes. She was now feeling scared by what she saw and felt now may be a good time to leave before any other strange things might occur. Splashing some water on her face she wiped it dry and made her way out of the ladies room to her table.

?I have to go, I?m really not feeling too well.? she said to the men at her table. They seemed to nod in agreement and she quickly left the restaurant. Not feeling up to driving once outside she hailed a cab, and getting in gave the driver her address and they drove off. As the cab sped away she felt an odd presence behind her and turned to see the stranger once again standing in the middle of the road, smiling almost.

The cab made its way into a suburb of the city where the houses were far and few in between. Growling something incoherent to the cabbie she tossed some money from her purse to him and got out of the cab. As the cabbies counted the money he noticed she was five dollars off, and so he got out grabbing her arm to confront her. As she spun around he could have sworn the woman growled at him. Then as she faced him she showed him her teeth, which looked pointy and sharp, and in a deep husky voice she shouted to him, ?What is it?? The look in her eyes and sharp canine teeth made him just jump into his cab and speed away.

As Samantha fumbled with her keys in her purse she opened the door, then turned to call out to her dogs one last time, only she stopped in mid sentence. Her voice was not hers. It sounded throatier, deeper to her. This confused her and as she brought her hand to her mouth she pricked a finger on one of her teeth. As she felt around her gum line her canine teeth felt longer then they should have been. Turning she made her way into her house no longer worrying about her pets, just worrying about herself.

As she made her way through her darkened house she was amazed how well she could see everything. She finally got to her bathroom where she turned on her light and when she saw her reflection she screamed. Covered in sweat she had a thick fiery red unibrow between both eyes, and blood was trickling from her mouth. She opened it and was shocked to see all her teeth seemed to be longer and more animal like then she had ever seen in a person. No, they in fact appeared to be animal like to her. ?This is just a hallucination.? She repeated to herself over and over as she turned on the sink and splashed cold water on her face, washing her makeup off in the process. After toweling off she looked back into the mirror and screamed, ?AHHHH!? as the reflection she saw was not her own. Not only was the unibrow and her teeth the same, but in place of her beautiful blue eyes were yellow ones. Ones like the eyes from her dreams. Like the ones she first met a month ago late one night. She screamed again punching her mirror while stumbling out of the bathroom and into her living room.