Nightmares and daymares...

It was night again, the cold winter winds were howling loud and harsh, the night’s sky murky with dark grey clouds obscuring the full moon in a milky glow. Running on all fours through the snow-covered forests hunting for her next meal, the Wendigo growled from the ache in her stomach. She was starving, she was always starving. Wild eyed and frothing at the mouth in blind hunger, she ran and growled with the drive to find her next kill to fill her aching stomach. Stopping over a hill, she reared up and sniffed the air, the cold bite of the winter winds was largely ignored thanks to her heavy coat of fur. Her hulking mass making it so she would never be cold in the ice temperatures, she never felt cold, she barely felt anything, save for the hunger. The hunger was ever present. Then she caught something, a coppery scent in the air that made her nostrils flare and her fanged lips salivate. Roaring out into the howling winds, she darted from her perch and ran as fast as she could towards the scent of blood. Bursting through snow caked foliage and pine needles, no longer caring for stealth through the storm.

She had found them an hour ago, camping in front of a burning fire in the middle of the woods. Three men and a woman who were cooking a stew over the fire before the blizzard settled in. They never saw her coming, her white fur blending in with the thick snow and biting wind when she came up from behind the big one in the group and knocked his head clean off his shoulders with her clawed hand. There was enough **** behind the swipe that his head disappeared into the brush long before his corpse dropped at the knees, and she already tasted his flesh before the rest of him fell. Rearing up she took another swipe, just barely taking the woman’s arm off in the process. In a mad panic the others shot up from their seats and tried to flee, their sudden act only triggered her to pounce on the skinny one trying to reach for the car, tearing the metal plate and glass clean off its hinges and pulling him out by his leg screaming before she mauled him apart. Looking up from her spot she found the other two campers run for the forests, the thrill of the chase still booming in her heart when she took to a run after them.

The slower of the two looked behind himself for only a brief second, a second he regretted instantly before the Wendigo tackled him to the ground and crushed his bones with her mass pinning him to the frozen ground, her fangs sinking into his flesh to finish it and keep on running, breathing hard to finish off the last. With a roar of frustration, the Wendigo lost her prey, until she spotted her scent and charged forward. With the scent of blood in the air, the Wendigos snarled mid-sprint, hearing the woman she was chasing cry out ahead of her, giving away her location out of fear.

Finding the woman running for her life, the sight of her clutching her wounded arm set the Wendigo into a frenzy. Lunging forward with her claws outstretched, Susan managed to catch the woman turn when she stumbled back, seeing the blonde woman cry out in horror when the creature overtook her.

Strange as it was, she looked so familiar.

*

“Hmmm, what a fucked-up dream…”

Groaning and sitting up in bed, Susan scratched her fingers through her hair to clear her head. Looking down she found she was drenched in sweat and her clothe clung to her figure. The moment she saw the bathroom door open and Reed stepped out after brushing his teeth, Susan got up, pulled her top off and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. Turning on the shower head and stepping in after taking off her underwear, Susan Storm sighed while she washed herself off and shampooed her hair, she mulled over the dreams she was having the last couple of nights and shook her head in confusion. Was that… HER she attacked? Were those her friends and family? It scared her to no end. It is one thing to dream about being chased by some horrible monster, it was another when the monster was YOU. “Stupid nightmares, that’s what I get for eating so damn late at night…”

Hearing her stomach growl, the woman sneered in the shower down at her bare midriff, her hand rubbing over her firm abdominal muscles to calm her stomach. That was another thing, she was always so damned HUNGRY!

“Suzie?”

“WHAT Reed?!” Susan snapped at the sound of her husband’s voice behind the bathroom door.

“I… Well, I have to meet up with SHIELD early today, can you drop off the…”

“YES REED, I’ll drop off the kids today, just GO already.” She huffed, reaching for the shampoo, and lathering her hair, anything to get her mind off the growl in her stomach.

“Okay… Sorry, t-try to have a good day honey.”

Not answering back, Susan waited until she heard their bedroom door close. Hearing her husband step out of the bedroom, Susan’s attitude quickly became sullen, she did not mean to snap at him, the stress was really getting to her lately. “Sorry Reed, I hope he forgives that… Maybe I’ll make it up to him tonight.” Stepping out of the shower and drying herself off, her stomach growled again, making the woman sigh and roll her eyes.

“After breakfast of course…”