But first a warning: this story is graphic. If you are easily there offended or have a weak stomach, turn back now. For all others...I hope you enjoy, and constructive criticism is always welcome

       The walk to carls one bedroom efficiency apartment seemed to only take seconds. They flew up the wooden stairs that led to his front door. Once inside, Carl shut  the door behind them, locked the knob and dead bolted the door. Reaching over to the wall he flicked on a light switch to reveal a rather austere domicile. It was relatively clean. Neither Carl nor the wolf had visitors recently. The dishes weren’t overflowing. The lone round wooden kitchen table was completely clear, save for a used ash tray, a spoon, a couple fresh needles, and a rather large bag of drugs slumped over to the side. The girls eyes widened and a smile streaked across her face. She sauntered over to the table, pulling out a rickety wooden chair. In one fluid motion she sat upon the chair, extended her black and blued arm over the edge of the table and spread her legs wide open. In doing so the tight purple miniskirt she has been wearing stretched and eventually rolled up her slender thighs, revealing the sight of dirty white panties with a stain of wetness just in the center. Her green eyes met his icey blues  and she softly and slowly  spoke “shall we?…”


     Carls expression did not waver. A blank dead look, save for his eyes. The eyes of the wolf. They were wide, almost crazed. The girl assumed it was because of the drugs. Little did she know that behind those eyes was something else…something…other. With a pit in its stomach, licking its lips as it inspected her curves. Carl walked over to the second rickety chair, sat down, and started to delve out doses from the bag. He prepared his own shot with expertise. Even though he had poured into her spoon first, he had finished sucking up his shot a good 30 seconds before her. He rolled up his sleeve, also revealing a badly damaged system of veins. He chose one near his wrist and jabbed the needle in. The flag of red blood as he hit the vein made him raise his left eyebrow, then he depressed the plunger. This was the only thing that could drag carls attention from his company. And only briefly at that. He heard the girl let out an ecstatic exhale of breath as she also found herself a vein to abuse. Now the stage was set, they were both good and high…any moment now, violence would shatter this fairly peaceful scene. Carls beads of sweat started to multiply, the pupils of his icey blue eyes dilated. The back of his head began to tingle. Just as his hand began to raise toward the girls elegant swan like throat, she jumped up from her chair.
      “Hey, that the bathroom baby?” She nodded at the door behind carls rickety wooden chair. Carl just made one quick nod in response. “I’ll be right back Kay honey?” She grabbed her tiny purse leaving her drug gear on the table and darted int the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it behind her. Immediately Carl heard the faucet turn on. Did she suspect? Did she see the hunger behind carls eyes? Like knashing teeth slowly but surely making their way towards her?...

Stay tuned for thrilling conclusion