“At least this night can’t possible get any more fucked up,” he thought darkly.
His inner monologue was proven wrong almost immediately though, when the strange thing ripped itself apart and the shape of something that shouldn’t exist slowly rose from the sludgy debris. A shape well known to any fan of horror fiction, yet never seen for real in this world. It was at least 6 feet tall, lean but heavily muscled and covered in coarse brown fur. Like a beastly and grotesque caricature of a female bodybuilder.
“A werewolf,” Al sighed and facepalmed. “The lass is a goddamned werewolf! But of course she is.”
And then he threw his head back and started laughing manically.
The werewolf turned to look at him. It’s head resembled a hybrid between a wolf than human and didn’t lend itself well to expressions. But he could swear that it looked perplexed.
“Well, first my wife turned out to be a complete bitch,” he stammered. “And now the first girl I’ve ever cheated on her with turns out to be a bitch too… literally. Tell me that isn’t funny.”
Al cracked up in another fit of hysteric laughter, and the werewolf huffed with a sound that could be interpreted as laughter too.
“Ya really do have the best luck doc,” it said with a rougher and deeper version of Mei’s voice.
That got his attention!
“You… you talk?”
“Well, duh,” the werewolf replied with faked indignation and flexed a hand sporting inch-long claws. “Whaddaya expect? Can’t exactly type ya a letter with these, now can I?”
“Seriously? That is really you Mei?”
“Yeah, all me doc. Probably a lot more me than ya bargained for, eh? Sorry bout this. Totally didn’t want ya to see me with hairy legs on our first date, but the fucking ward crapped out on me. Getting my ass shot and having my brain fucked out on the same day was probably too much for the poor thing.”
The werewolf stopped for a second as if considering something.
“By the way, why don’t ya freak? Most dudes totally would by now.”
“Are you disappointed?” Al enquired with a smirk. “Ok, here goes: Help! Help! A werewolf! Oh God! Help me! Somebody call the dog pound!”
He started laughing again and the werewolf joined him with more huffing. The sheer absurdity of the situation was not lost on him, but he was beyond giving a shit about anything. Including his own life.
“So whats going to happen now Mei?”
The werewolf tilted her head questioning.
“To me, I mean,” he elaborated. “Are you going to kill me or eat me or something?”
“Huh? What kinda stupid question is that? Ya totally watch too many shitty movies doc. Anyway, I’ll be on my way. Thanks for tonight doc and thanks for not freaking…”
She suddenly froze mid-sentence and sniffed the air a few times. Then she stared at Al with a definite look of surprise. Or at least the werewolfy equivalent of one.
“No doc, ya truly ain’t freaking. Not even a little bit. Wait! what? No way! Holy crap! I don’t fucking believe it.”
Now the werewolf was definitely laughing at him.
“Yer horny as hell ya pervert! Yer horny for me like this? C’mon doc. Ya can’t be fucking serious?”