Mei looked like she was about to cry, but Al gently placed a clawed hand on her shoulder
“Don’t be sorry Mei. This is a very odd experience, but I actually feel great. For a sexually transmitted disease I’d say this is quite a rush.”
He caught an unfamiliar scent and looked down.
“And there is a corpse right here on the floor… wait, did I do that?”
“Totally doc. Ya gutted the bastich right before I walked in. He tried to shoot ya though, so fuck him. By the way, if ya wanna go back to being human, ya gotta eat the suckers heart. Don’t ask me why, but that’s how it works.”
The very thought of eating a person should have repulsed him no end, but somehow it didn’t. With mild amusement Al realized that he could easily eat this guy and thoroughly enjoy the meal. Must be a werewolf thing, he decided. Maybe his brain had changed too.
“Ms Foghorn over there is yer wife?” Mei asked unimpressed in the direction of the hysterically sobbing Jessica.
Al nodded. “Yeah, that’s Jess alright.”
“My sympathies doc. So what’s the plan? Let her go or?”
“Well, I do recall that Jess promised me her heart at the engagement,” he mused.
“Ya planning a divorce by werewolf?”
Al’s distorted face broke out in a vicious werewolfy grin.
“Probably cheapest that way.”
“Yer call doc. While yer having yer wife keep ya company for dinner, I’ll wolf-out too and take care of the fucker who ran away. Might as well clean the plate, right?”
She blew him a kiss and ran out the same way she had come in.
Al prowled calmly across the room towards the shaking form of Jessica, now the only living human left in the entire house, given the fact that he himself didn’t quite qualify as human in his present form.
“So you were prepared to watch me die Jess?” he growled menacingly. “Having your fuckboy and his friend torture me to death for a bit of money? On top of betraying me for years, degrading me at every opportunity and playing me for a fool?”
She stared at the hulking horror that used to be her husband with panicked eyes, barely holding on to her sanity.
“No Al! I love you… only you. John forced me. I never meant to hurt you. Give me a chance. We can make it work.”
Jessica’s words triggered a deep resentment in Al, born from the years of anger and humiliation. It made the raging fire inside him flare up with renewed intensity like a white-hot explosion, and he felt his self control and humanity start to slip away.
He let it.
******
Al woke with his head in Mei’s lap feeling a little sore in his muscles, but well rested.
“Rise’n shine,” she purred. “A new day is ready to be seized.”
Al sat up and shook the sleep out of his head.
“Oh, morning Mei,” he greeted her and glanced down his own body. He was relieved to notice that everything looked perfectly human. He also ran a hand over his face and hair… yep, everything was back to normal.
“Interesting how the hair is perfectly restored,” he mused. “You even got your femi-nazi hairstyle back. How on Earth does this work?”
“Hell if I know doc. Just does. Maybe magic or somethin… Hey! Who the fuck ya calling a femi-nazi? Ya need an ass kicking or what?”