Vengence Lupus For twenty days and nights she forged her hatred, an alloy of jealousy, misgivings, betrayal, lies and issues. It was misshapen with jagged ridges and indents from its sharp honed point where emotion culminated to the hilt. She looked in the mirror at her austere face, her blue eyes which were the family's trademark a smoky gray reflection of her hostile mood. Twilight was setting in, and the faint disquieting face of the full moon could be seen. A warm smile cracked across her face, like a flame engulfing a curtain. "Tonight" she whispered, looking at an inverted horseshoe shaped scar on her arm. Quietly, she left the household by the dim light of the retreating sun. She fled to her destination as the final segment of the sun was disappearing. Darkness dominated. Once again she looked at the scar. The worst kind of wolves are hairy on the inside and when they bite you, they drag you with them to Hell! Although the house was quiet, she knew the
couple was home. She could smell them and hear their voices, although the English tongue
had lost clarity. Fear crawled up her throat like a plague of spiders. For safety, she
secluded herself in a bush. The green hues greyed as her body bristled. Her form melted
like mercury as it became canine: melting into paws and an elongated snout. She fell, no
longer bestowed with the ability to walk on two legs. Her white gloves slipped off and she
writhed out of her redundant dress and corset. A wolf she was in almost all respects, but
she retained parts of a humanistic mind. Her eyes also remained unchanged, a vivid blue.
Finally her prey appeared. Entwined in her lover's arms, she kissed him and set off
towards the back of the property. Alone. The She Wolf's eyes Confusion and fear erupted in the She Wolf's mind, as though the mental state of both victim and perpetrator had fused and become one. The She Wolf conjured every human memory of the Lamb Girl: confidential secrets and haunts, lies she thought only she knew and tales of a long dead innocence. Truth concreted these thoughts and forged them into daggers. The She Wolf felt the Lamb Girl weaken with the flow of emotive blood. Twisting her head around, the Lamb Girl gazed into the She Wolf's eyes and knew. She uttered the name of her bitter childhood friend. But even this did not melt the ravening instinct of the She Wolf, melded with the human trait of revenge. She tore flesh from her, the blood soured with the Lamb Girl's guilt and tasting like thick wine. Each tear heightened her, and all time stood still, as though Nature itself had been struck dumb with her brutality. But of the obscenity which provoked it, Nature new nothing. The She Wolf lay beside the Lamb Girl's emaciated, shattered body, waiting to savour the dregs of enjoyment which would be delivered with the arrival of her lover. Her white gown was torn like a smashed crystal vase and the blood which poured from her riven throat stained it like a giant withered rose. Hefty footsteps echoed in the silence, accompanied by the calling of the Lamb Girl's name. The man stopped short of of his lover's body collecting himself before breaking into violent accusations and threats directed at a nameless culprit. Avert your eyes, or your true identity will be known. He then noticed the dark stained creature beside his broken lover. He bent down for a closer look. The wolf's eyes were blue, and even through the glimmer of sadism, he knew them as his sister's. At last we are even, my miserable cuckold brother. October 2000 |