"Hungry Like the Wolf" Part I - By DedOnArrival

Outskirts of Las Vegas, 1986

Brrzzzt!

The harsh doorbell to his slightly-dilapidated two-bedroom house awoke Jon from sleep. The alarm clock at his bedside read a blurry "4:31." His shift working as a heavy at one of the casino nightclubs had ended just a half-hour hour ago.

The hell?

He sensed a strange aura in the air.

Another DarkStalker?

He threw on a pair of loose-fitting sweatpants, cursing under his breath.

Just what I needed...

Steeling himself for trouble, he made his way to the front entrance and slid back several bolts and locks. "Just a moment!"

He slowly pulled back the door, revealing a buxom female figure in tight-fitting jeans and white racing jacket on top of a tight-fitting tube top. Her eyes were a brilliant green, and her hair a bright shade of blue. Under her arm was a black riding helmet.

"Felicia?"

"Hey, Jon..." She gave him a weak smile. "Guess it's been a while, huh?"

"Yeah..."

She looked at him quizzically. "...Can I come in?

"Huh? Oh, sorry...yes, of course..." He opened the door fully, making room for her to pass.

She followed him to the kitchen after hanging her helmet, jacket, and gloves on the wall near his own. "Afraid all I have to drink is diet tea and skim milk."

"Either is fine."

He tossed her a bottle of the former and poured some water for himself.

"So...how long's it been since we put Pyron six feet under?" he asked.

"Almost three years, I guess..." she responded, after a sip. "Jon...why'd you disappear after the dust settled? You barely said 'good-bye'."

The werewolf massaged his temples and sighed. "It's complicated."

She crossed her arms. "Well, I've got plenty of time to hear you out."

He put his face in his palms, gathering his thoughts. After a brief moment he met her gaze. "It's hard being around others when the only thing I've ever been good at is hurting people. It's in my blood. Ever heard of House Kreutz? Composed entirely of trained killers. One of their enforcers was my father. The whole clan, they live and breathe death and destruction.  Every waking moment I've got this monster inside, screaming at the top of its lungs for me to kill everyone in sight. Meanwhile the human half of me strains to keep it in check. I don't want to drag anyone else into my misery...especially not you."

"Jon..." She rested one of her paws on one of his hands. "Don't take this the wrong way...but when's the last time you got laid?"

"Oh, of all the!-"

"I'm serious!" She pulled his hand to one of her large, full breasts. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"No...I mean, yes...I...we can't..." He stammered, trying to pull his hand away.

"Damn it, Jon, why not? I want you!" She said, her expression showing her anguish. "What are you afraid of? Is it me? Do you think I'm a freak?"

"NO!" He yelled, louder than he expected, causing her to flinch. "I'm sorry...God, no, it's not you. You're one of the most beautiful creatures I've ever met...anyone who tells you otherwise, send 'em my way and I'll straighten 'em out."

"Then...what is it?" Her voice almost cracking.

"Felicia...I'll be honest...I've thought about you a good deal since the tournament...you're kind, you're innocent, you're real. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something bad happened to you because of me..."

The catwoman stood up and moved to his lap, running one paw through his hair. "You need to stop worrying so much. I'm a big girl. I can handle myself. Really."

"But-!"

She leaned forward, her mouth meeting his own.

Damn...