Suppress the urge, meet Sherry the next day

You took several deep breaths and tried to calm down. That strange urge was suppressed, but not gone. Your teeth were clenching and your hands were shaking. Your mind was filled with imaginary scenes where you ravaged Fran in the bathroom. The more you thought about them, the more you wanted to make them real. By the time you regained control of yourself, you were half way there.

You squeezed your eyes shut and dropped onto the bed instead of approaching the bathroom door. You wrapped yourself in the sheet, yet the faint sound of Fran's hummings seeped through it and echoed straight through your chest, heating your skin until it felt as if you were burning from the inside out.

You bit down hard on your lower lip until your sharp canines almost cut it open. You kept telling yourself to stop, that this was wrong, that this was not you. And finally, it seemed to work. Your heart rate dropped, and your breathing slowed down. You tried so hard to hold back your urge that you were exhausted and fell asleep within seconds.

When Fran came out of the bathroom, she looked a bit disappointed and confused as she found out that you had already gone to bed. She checked your temperature to make sure you were alright before she continued her reading.

You didn't know exactly when she went to sleep, but you did know that you felt her warm arm cradling you from behind in your dreams.

May 31st.

A brand new day just started. You didn't feel too well, but you remembered that you had an appointment this morning. Fran would like to explore the town a bit more, while you needed to meet with Sherry at the cafe on Maple Street.

The cafe was a chain store of well-known brand. You recognized its green and white trademark from afar, and noticed that a redhead girl was sitting by the window, deep in thought with her head down. There she is. Sherry Smith, Leonard's younger daughter. She doesn't look like her sister at all, though. You parked the car right outside, entered the cafe, and went straight towards her.

"Miss Smith. Nice to meet you." You reached out your hand but she seemed to be startled by you as she gasped and almost jumped.

"Oh... Sorry, Mr. Wilson... Nice to meet you, too." Sherry stood up, carefully grasped your fingers and shook slightly. She slowly lifted her head to meet your eyes, but once she did she looked away.

"It's okay." You tried to comfort her with a smile and sat down with her, "Is there something you want to discuss with me?"

"I..." She seemed nervous.

"Hi, Sherry!" A waiter wearing a suit came to your table with a gentle smile. He greeted Sherry before turning towards you, "Is this the big detective you're talking about?"

The waiter seems to be close to her... Who is he? You kept your usual smile and remained calm.

"Yes... Uh..." Sherry looked at the waiter awkwardly and introduced him, "This is Bruce. We're... seeing each other... And this is..."

"James Wilson, private investigator." You stood up and shook hands with him.

"Oh, Mr. Wilson! I heard your agency is a famous one. Welcome to Howland Town." Bruce looked very excited to see you in person, "I'm working part time here. It's not paying much, but I'll buy you a coffee, if that's enough to keep you from stealing Sherry."

"Ha..." You chuckled softly at his joke and shook your head, "I appreciate the offer, but I'm just here to talk. Stealing her is the last thing on my mind today."

"That's a relief. So, what can I get you?"

"Just the usual." Sherry replied quietly.

"A cup of latte, thanks." You smiled.

"Got it." Bruce nodded and gently squeezed Sherry's shoulder before heading back to the counter to get your drinks.

You sat back in your chair and turned your gaze back to Sherry, who has been staring at the table again since you stood up. Something about her made you want to know her, understand her, take her, eat her... You stared at her face when her lips slight moved. The taste of her cheeks must be so sweet that merely imagining it made you salivate. You carefully swallowed, and moved your gaze to her neck. Delicious. You almost wanted to lunge at her as you held on the table with both hands.

"Mr. Wilson… Are you listening?"

"Mm? Oh, I'm sorry." Sherry's quiet voice snapped you back to the real world. You had no idea what you were thinking a few seconds ago. You smiled awkwardly and tried to focus on the topic.

"I said… I think my sister, Shannon, is a werewolf." She repeated.

You jolted a bit, as if you'd been shocked by electricity. That was a serious accusation. If you had heard that from someone else at another time, you wouldn't have believed it at all.

"Why would you think that?" You asked calmly.

"She's been strange since she came back. She's more irritable. She yelled at Donna, our housemaid, and even at Dad and me. She never did that before. Last night she locked herself in her room, and I heard strange noises coming from it. Like she was growling..." Sherry talked with her voice becoming lower and lower. She seemed scared.

"That's not solid evidence, though..." That being said, you frowned and began to think.

"And she was naked when she came back! Where were her clothes? I read books and watched movies, and they always said werewolves ripped their clothes apart before they transformed..." Sherry continued her theory as she looked you in the eyes, "And then... I remembered you said you were attacked by a werewolf... Would it be... her?"

Your anxiously tapped the edge of the table with your fingers. The thought had already crossed your mind when she brought it up, but hearing it spoken out loud still made you tremble. The timing was too good to be a coincidence, and you didn't believe in coincidence these days.

"Here's your drinks." Bruce came back just at the right time and eased the tension a bit. He gave you a cup of latte and carefully handed Sherry a glass of hot milk.

"Thanks." You smiled at him as he left you alone again.

You wrapped your fingers around the warm coffee cup and took a sip before you continued. "Did you notice anything else? Other changes, or any marks on her body?"

"Well... Yes. I saw a small scratch on her left thigh when she was changing the day before. But, yesterday it disappeared when I saw her again. I thought I was just seeing things..." She added.

A small scratch on the left thigh? The scene where you desperately cut the werewolf's left thigh with a piece of rock flashed in your mind. No way that was a coincidence!

"What do you want me to do?"

"There is a book in the local book shop called ‘Tales of the Wolves'. It's about the legend of the wolves that helped founding this town. I read it for three time and I think it's actually a cover-up story by the founders. You might find something in it."

"Yeah, I've already borrowed that book. I have the same feeling." You recalled what you've read from that book and nodded.

"Okay... And..." She drank half a glass of milk to calm down before she continued, "I want you to go check Shannon's room and see if you can find any evidence there."

"I don't know if-"

"I'll pay you well!" Her voice sounded agitated but she still kept it down. She pulled a hundred-dollar bill from her pocket and placed it on the table, "This is the deposit, and for the coffee. I'll pay you more when you're done investigating!"

"I understand. It's not about the money." You expressed your concern, "I'm not sure if your father will let me get into his mansion and search his daughter's room freely."

"I thought about that, too. The town's mayor will be back from his vacation this Friday, and Dad will host a dinner for him in our mansion." Sherry continued, "I'll persuade Dad to invite you as well, so that you can get into our house. If it works, I'll call you. But it'll be up to you to find a chance to investigate Shannon's room."

"That's good enough." You sighed a breath of relief.

You didn't talk much after that since Sherry bade you farewell once she finished her milk. When you were alone, you felt that insatiable hunger slowly crawling its way back to your stomach. The gentle music in the cafe suddenly became annoying, and your head began to buzz again. Your manhood was throbbing in your trousers, eager to be set free and to plunge into a warm and moist cavity.

You shook your head to keep your mind clear, and paid the bill quickly so that you could return to the hotel and rest.

When you left the cafe, a young lady with short brown hair and dressed in a maid uniform, came up to you with a smile. You found her familiar, and it took you a few seconds to recognize her as the maid in the mansion who took care of Shannon when she came back.

"Hi, Mr. Wilson. My name's Donna. We haven't officially met, but I work as a housemaid at the Smith mansion." She glanced at the cafe and you for a moment before she continued, "I thought Lady Sherry was with you."

Take her...

"Uh... We did meet before, but... she left early." You tried to ignore the voices in your head and focus.

Devour her...

"Oh, dear... She must have... I have to go find her now..." Donna sighed helplessly and turned around. But actually you didn't hear clearly what she said as your mind was flooded with the voice of hunger.

Fuck her...

"Oh... Yeah... sure." You nodded with your body trembling when she was about to leave.

Grab her...

Shut up... Shut up!