A Little TV and TF (TransFormation)

You are drawn to the news showing live on the Television. A male reporter is speaking from a street somewhere downtown.

"...And right behind me the riot police are setting up just one of many barriers. Reports of apparent 'werewolves' around the city are coming in thick and fast. The creatures seemed to be particularly engaged in raiding foodstores, and hunting after animals in the parks. Accounts are coming in that the said werewolves are passing on their condition by biting people. Everyone is being strongly advised to stay indoors. The city is being sealed off... What's that? Oh, hell! Run!!"

A number of growling, humanoid werewolves are charging straight for the barrier. The picture becomes blurred as the cameraman hightails it.

Irene switches the TV off, unable to watch any more. Suddenly, you sense something. Growling, you walk across to the closed curtains and jerk them apart.

But there are only the street lights outside to be seen. Well, also a car parked in front of the garage - and the full moon emerging from behind clouds...

"Aghhh!" you yell, as the bones in your body suddenly grate. The curtain rail breaks off as you fall backwards, hands frozen in their grip. Irene sucks in her breath whilst you jerk violently on the floor - the remainder of your transformation coming to the fore. Your body twists and rearranges itself - and your clothes tear apart with the strain. Finally, you kick your clothing away, then rise, standing on your rear paws. You examine yourself - you're now a real werewolf; a fully-furred, pointy-ear twitching, wolf man. Your tail wags in excitement. You feel powerful! The pain has now gone - replaced by adrenaline and sharper senses. You feel your new muzzle and fangs, and you growl in approval.

"Co-Colin?" Irene's hands are trembling, as she slowly raises her head from behind the sofa.

"I'm still in control, Irene," you rasp. You mentally sigh. Some werewolf slayer, you think. If you shared some of your new-found energy with her, Irene would become the perfect fighting partner for you to take on Fred and the former slayer. All it would take would be a scratch, and a lick, from you - to show you care...

You stare at Irene intently. "I'm hungry," you growl.

Written by Midnight Blue

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