The Girl Your Mother Warned You About

You give a throaty chuckle as the redhead walks off, her heady scent still lingering on the air. You're pretty sure she has no idea what she's gotten into, but you can tell she's into it. That promises some good times, for sure. The pack's already growing. You and the girls saw to that last night. It's a little less fun being on the outside without them, and you're still not sure how you managed that. You've wondered if you could spring them, but truth told you're a little afraid if you go back you'd wind up stuck again. Still, you've run into a few of the newly infected and they're already embracing the lifestyle. All you need is someone to bring them together and you can get back to what you love doing.

Before, you would've figured that was you leading the pack. There's a decent chance they'd look to you anyway, but the pack you could put together is nowhere near what she's capable of, whether she realizes it or not. Mousy little girl like her probably had no idea she was part of the bloodline, but it's already starting to show. She'll be a real holy terror, given half a chance. So as much as you'd like to be in charge, there's something to be said for making sure she lives up to her potential. Maybe nudging her along to make sure she's on track, too. Not quite like sharing her bed, but no need to push on that just yet.

Part of you still thinks this is all deeply weird. That part, Lucy, thought she was just getting a nice seasonal job at a haunted house. She wasn't planning on turning into a snarling hellbeast, and she wasn't about to fuck all those girls. Lucy is boring. You're increasingly sure Lilith is the real you, so you've been **** down Lucy as well as you can, slowly suffocating her. She hardly bothers you at all, now. At least her credit card spends fine, as shown by the new Harleys parked down the street.

You give a sharp whistle, and two surly looking girls leaning against a building on the street corner push off and follow you as you head for the motorcycles. They're not even the ones you infected back at the haunted house, but rather on the bender you went on after escaping. They're adjusting nicely, already bulking up and sporting wild hair. Why anyone would be just human when they could be this is beyond you, but the ones you've been infecting see the light pretty quick.

Yes, this town doesn't know what it's got on its hands.

It's about to.