Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Blood, Sex and Magik ❯ Chapter 13

Blood, Sex and Magik: Wolf Moon

 

There are things that we see in the city that we ignore or simply dismiss out of hand. The large dog that padded up the back alley was mistaken as a dog by some, possibly even a coyote, but the few men or women who saw it that night realized what it really was. A wolf walked the streets that night, though thankfully one that was only partially driven by it's wilder instincts.

 

Scent and hazy memory guided the tawny haired beast on it's way up the alley, muzzle and paws still spotted red with blood. It reached the shadows nearby the building and whimpered deep in it's throat, a almost pitiful sound. With a shudder it twisted, body shifting, lengthening as fur was rapidly absorbed into the growing form. Hind legs stretched out into human limbs, the midsection shifting even as the muzzle drew in, a short mane of fur growing out into long hair.

 

"Oh damn it," the brown haired young woman looked at her blood stained hands and groaned, "looks like I ate a cat again."

 

Skin almost unnaturally pale the brown haired woman looked around warily then stumbled tiredly to the side door. With the ease of long practice she felt along the top of the frame for the key hidden there then unlocked the door before staggering inside. Ignoring everything else she crossed to the bathroom there in the basement, roughtly washing her hands first then her face.

 

"Tooth paste, where the hell...." she muttered, searching the battered medicine cabinet before finding it. The taste of mint didn't wash the blood from her mouth but at least it blunted the metalic tang, along with a full cap full of mouthwash. Still nude she walked right into the shower, grimacing at the rattling pipes as she got the hot water going.

 

The shower felt heavenly as she scrubbed away the residue of spending a night haunting the alleys and back streets of the city. When that time of the month finally came an unnatural restlessness drove her outside, haunting this demon and monster infested city, all the while careful to avoid the worse class of hunter.

 

A few minutes later wearing a green robe and looking a lot neater the young lady walked up the stairs, entering onto the ground floor of the old three story brown stone. "I'm back," she called out in warning as she headed for the kitchen, smiling as she caught the scent of coffee on the air.

 

"Rose," he looked up with a little smile as she entered, the older man sitting there at the kitchen table with a half finished box of donuts, "morning." His clothes consisted of a wrinkled business suit, all in basic black much like his thinning hair.

 

"Hey Tom," she strode by him and went right for the coffee pot, pouring out a cup and shuddering as she drank about half of it down black. Much more leasurely Rose refilled the cup, adding cream and sugar as she commented, "Quiet night."

 

"At least you don't have any wounds," Tom noted. "Did that crazy with the silver bullets try to come after you again?"

 

Rose chuckled darkly, "No, I think I scared him enough not to try it again."

 

"Do any hunting?" Tom asked curiously.

 

A bit sheepishly Rose admitted, "I ate another stray cat, damn it." With a certain amount of irritability she got a cream filled donut and griped, "Do you have any idea how hard it is to get short fur like that out of your teeth?"

 

"I thankfully haven't had to deal with that problem," Tom said with a certain amount of amusement. A bit more seriously he added, "You up to some tracking?"

"My nose isn't as reliable as normal on the nights around the full moon," Rose said with a shrug, "but yeah, I think I can manage."

 

"The angency has a new missing person's case," Tom drank some of his coffee, "one that conventional means aren't working for."

 

"I owe you," Rose said crisply, "ask and I'm ready."

 

Tom snorted laughter, "You are way too melodramatic, you know that?" He got up and added a bit more gently, "You work for me, that's it."

 

Watching Tom leave the room Rose smiled to herself and thought, 'It's not that simple for me, and you should know it."

 

Picking up her coffee and another donut Rose left the kitchen and went back to her bedroom, munching away happily. After pulling on underwear she went digging through her closet to find the right business drag, skirt, blouse and matching coat and swiftly dressed. Makeup, tying her long hair back and she was ready for her day.

 

"What's a nice wolf like me doing in a place like this?" Rose softly asked herself as she locked the front door, traces of Tom's scent still lingering. Giving her partner at the detective agency a key to her home for when she shifted had been a good idea, but she didn't like being in his debt any deeper than she already was.

 

Trails of scent wafted in the air, men, animals and things that were neither. Machines roared along the roads, airplanes soared above and the remains odf an industrial society lingered all around. The world was a riot of scent along with all the colors her eyes could detect, a wave of information that was very nearly overwhelming.

 

"Miss Rose!" a cheerful voice called and she had to stifle her irritation. The bouncy blonde soon caught up, looking like some actress or model in her tight mini-skirt and tight white blouse.

 

"Kim," Rose nodded unenthusiastically.

 

"Aww, don't be like that," Kim took her arm, the overabundance of perfume the woman wore wafting forward like a toxic cloud.

 

'Oh lord...' Rose did her best not to choke, the smell was so strong. "I'm on my way to work," she managed, forcing a bit of distance between them.

 

"I don't know why you don't like me," Kim pouted cutely, but she did let Rose slip away from her a little.

 

'Gee, the fact that you stink hasn't fully registered?' Rose thought but instead said, "It's not that I don't like you, it's just that I'm busy."

 

Kim shook her head, stopping to watch Rose walk away. "Then I look forward to the day you're not busy," she said with a smile.

 

'Maybe I can douse her with a fire hose accidentally?' Rose mused as she strode off down the street. She shook her head, 'Nah, even that wouldn't do it.'

 

The office was in an older building, one that stadled the edge of what was thought of the bad side of town. The highrise had clearly seen better days, the once elegant facade fallen into disrepair, but the price was right and the place suited their business. With the elevator our, again, Rose took the stairs, smiling slightly as she strode up the hall to Yamazaki Investigations.

 

"I can't believe you don't go out with her," Tom griped. Having been dateless himself ther past few weeks, he was a bit annoyed at Rose's having to fend off eligable girls.

 

"Considering I'd have to wear a gas mask to date her, it doesn't seem feasable," Rose replied, taking off her coat and hanging it up in the outer office. She looked over at Tom sittying on the edge of the secretary's desk, "Is the old man in?"

 

"Old man?" the indignant voice asked.

 

Rose smiled, having tagged their boss by scent long before she entered the room. "Good morning," she turned, studying the woman there with a smile.

 

Lucy Yamazaki stood casually in the doorway to her private office, her business suit clinging to her body. Full breasts pressed against her pure white blouse, the dark blue skirt hugging legs that almost seemed to go for miles. Full glossy lips matched her dark red hair, her scent earthy and warm.

 

Few people knew Lucy's real background, only the hundred stories that circled around her. A former government agent? Retired spook? Foreign freedom fighter? Those and many more had been speculated on, but all everyone knew was that she had appeared ten years ago with a lot of money, a investigator's licence and started up the agency.

 

"Rose hasn't been briefed yet on the latest missing persons case," Tom noted as he turned to his own office with a smile.

 

"I'll certainly see to it," Lucy nodded for Rose to enter her office then followed inside, shutting and locking the door behind her.

 

"You know," Rose sat on the desk, gasping as Lucy bent forward to kiss her neck, "you really should get Tom a raise for giving us such oportunities."

 

"I'll take that under advisement," Lucy chuckled, sliding her hands down the front of Rose's blouse, gently pulling it open.

 

"Oh," Rose sighed happily as Lucy licked her breasts, "you smell wonderful."

 

To be continued....