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Bloodbound: Chapter 2

This is a work of fiction involving sex between a vampire and a human. It contains blood and vampire biting and themes of dubious consent due to the involvement of hypnosis. If either of these things bothers you, please do not read further. Thank you.

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"Ahh, I was hoping you wouldn't see that..."

Nathan stood frozen, starring at the scene ahead of him. His host, the strange lupine and bat-like creature that had saved his life, who had felt so comforting and gentle to him mere minutes before... was now holding the pale, limp body of a delivery man by the shoulders and pinning him against the wall. A set of bloody puncture wounds on the young man's neck slowly oozed crimson fluids towards his collarbone. Worse than the sight itself, was the fact the blood-stained muzzle of the wolf was now looking directly at Nate.

That face, which had previously felt so reassuring to him, now made him want to recoil in revulsion and run. Nate could feel panic starting to rapidly well up within him. Panic that was, evidently, written all over his face for the creature to see.

"Hey, calm down now, there's nothing for you to worry about..." the wolf purred.

Despite the horrific scene in front of him, and despite the predatory look on his master's lupine snout, the words felt soothing. Melodic. Hypnotic. The black and gold pools of the creature's eyes pulled his gaze to them. Nate could feel his mind reflexively start to relax and wander, a soft pleasant fuzziness creeping over his thoughts.

Given the situation he was in, Nate didn't want to be calm though! He summoned every ounce of willpower and adrenaline he could muster, clenching his fists into tight balls and trying to push past the gentle insistence and comforting haze of the words.

"No! I... I won't just CALM DOWN! You... you fucking killed the delivery man! WHY?!"

The lupine creature looked positively surprised for a moment, before huffing and smoldering almost indignantly at the accusation.

"Wait, is THAT all you're concerned about?"

Nathan felt dumbstruck by the statement. Rather than fear, now he felt _rage_welling up inside of him.

"What?! Of COURSE that's why I'm upset! You murdered a-"

"He's not dead," the creature interrupted with a snort.

Nate's host turned back to the delivery man, releasing one of his shoulders and giving him a few light slaps on the cheek with the palm of his paw. The pale young man groaned quietly, eyes fluttering open. He seemed almost as though he were waking from a dream. The beast leaned in towards the man again, and this time, rather than biting, began to gently lick over the bleeding wounds. Much to Nate's surprise, the wounds seemed to disappear under the ministrations of the creature's tongue, as though they were never there at all.

"Mmmph, that was... amazing..." the driver muttered, his voice almost a tired giggle.

Now that Nate knew the man wasn't dying, he actually felt a tiny pang of jealousy that this random person, who had just met his master, was in such a state of bliss. Even if it WAS from... biting and blood loss. The situation didn't make much sense in Nathan's mind, but it didn't really need to.

"Yeah, yeah... About that." The creature continued, sighing a bit and turning the driver's face to lock eyes with him. "Nothing unusual happened here tonight. It was just a normal delivery. Unexceptional, except for how large the tip was and how tired you felt after."

The tone was easy enough to recognize. The beautiful, growly cadence Nathan had heard so many times since he arrived. He knew the strange beast was exerting his will over the delivery driver. Some part of him felt like he should feel disgusted about it, but at the moment he was just glad that things weren't going to get any more complicated than they already were.

The delivery man seemed to sink into a trance, nodding numbly along with the creature's words. Meanwhile, Nate's host retrieved a nearby hundred dollar bill from the table and tucked it into the delivery driver's front shirt pocket.

"You were too tired to do any more deliveries tonight, so you decided to go to your car and take a nap. Best to not risk driving while half-asleep, after all. You got that?"

The driver nodded slowly again.

"Alright then, off ya go."

"Yes sir," the delivery driver muttered, still in his drunken, dream-like state. He stumbled towards the door and fiddled with the handle a bit, before finally figuring out how to let himself out and wandering into the night.

"So he's not going to remember anything?" Nate asked. "He's not going to remember he talked to a giant bat-monster and got the shit bitten out of him?"

"Not a thing. Like I said, just a normal delivery. Might feel a little lightheaded, but he'll be ok when he wakes up. Speaking of, you should eat too. I did go to the trouble of getting it for you."

The creature gestured to a bag sitting on a table in the middle of the room. Between all of the strange events that had gone on since he'd woken up, Nate honestly hadn't given any thought at all to food. Now, with the smell of warm, spicy Indian food floating up out of the bag and teasing his extra sensitive sniffer, he could feel his stomach growling in frustration. Reluctantly, he started pulling containers of rice and red-orange curry containers out of the bag and preparing the food.

"I'll grab some plates while you unpack. Don't run off or do anything I wouldn't do."

Nate watched the creature scooch off through another doorway, ducking to avoid scraping the frame with its antlers. Left alone, he had time to actually take stock of the room. Unlike the beast's bedroom, which had seemed like an ancient forest ripped out of a fantasy novel, the living room was just... plain.

It had a large leather couch and a pair of cozy, plush looking chairs, all facing a center table to (presumably) hold food and drink. The opposite wall hosted a large entertainment system - a hefty looking TV with a newer gen console and a rack of games and DVDs under it. Nate couldn't help but snort a little at the idea of the bizarre creature actually using it - a fantasy creature playing fantasy video games.

A large fireplace with a detailed stone hearth dominated the back wall. The top of it was decorated with a variety of pictures. All of them looked to be of Nate's host, or at least the human form of him he had seen before, along with a variety of friends and family. Most of them were conspicuously taken during the day, and in absolutely mundane situations. The only decorations reminiscent of the primeval bedroom were a variety of healthy looking house plants and a few pictures of rolling landscapes.

Overall the living room just felt... normal. Disarming, even. The exact kind of thing you'd want if you were a supernatural creature trying to hide in plain sight... or lure in prey.

What is actually stopping me from leaving? Nate thought.

The door was right there. He could make a break for it, put all of this behind him, and try to pretend he hadn't fallen into this bizarro-world. Sure he might have to wear a face mask in public, but with COVID he could manage that without attracting too much suspicion. He probably wouldn't be able to work at the convenience store anymore, but he could try to find a job that worked from home. Delivery could handle food and he could always just hang out online rather than in person. He could make it work! Probably!

Nathan walked down the hallway, took the doorknob in his hand, and turned. It was unlocked, just as he expected. All he had to do was open it and run out into the night, but... he couldn't.

That isn't what good pups do, another voice in his head chimed in. He could feel his small tail curl to almost tuck between his legs in shame. How could he even think of such a thing? After the man saved his life, he wasn't even going to say goodbye? And why was he even running? It wasn't like his host had threatened him.

Nate wasn't sure how long he stood there, the two trains of thought clashing in his mind. Eventually, he became aware of someone watching him.

"I really wouldn't do that, Nathan."

That weird lupine creature was standing at the other end of the hallway, a set of plates and silverware in his paws. He didn't really look or sound threatening, more like a parent warning their child against doing something dumb. Then again, Nate wasn't really the best at reading expression or tone on otherworldly chiropteran monsters.

"The world is exceptionally dangerous for a chimera out on their own." The creature said, a hint of sympathy in its voice. "C'mon, sit down and eat."

There wasn't supernatural power behind the command this time, but that part of Nate that wanted to be a _good boy_lead him back to the couch anyway. He collapsed onto the cushions with a thump and took one of the plates in his lap. With the heady rush of adrenaline gone, Nate suddenly felt very, very tired.

"I never asked for this." Nate said, exhaustion creeping into his voice.

"I know, but you wouldn't answer me what you wanted to eat." The creature said, a wide grin overtaking its snout.

A little smile tugged at the corner of Nate's mouth and he couldn't help but snort. "Really?" He was so exhausted, the joke had caught him totally off guard.

His host wiggled its bat-like ears and grinned even wider. "You seemed like you needed it. I'm sure you've got a lot of questions, so let's start with the basics. I'm Edmund."

Between the jokes and the name, the creature felt a bit less inscrutable and more like a real man. And, faced with an actual person, Nate could finally feel the tension starting to ease out of him - without the aid of hypnosis this time. He finally picked up his fork and started to eat.

It was only when the food touched his tongue for the first time that Nate realized just how ravenous he actually was. He started almost shoveling the chicken into his mouth. The tikka masala sauce was heavenly. The chef knew what they were doing, and a dash of hunger was always the best spice.

"How'd you know my name, though?" Nate asked, mouth still half full of chicken.

"Easy, I'm psychic. I read your mind."

Nate's eyes widened in shock. "Really?!"

"No, I just checked your wallet while you were unconscious," Ed snickered, briefly sticking out his long, tapered tongue.

Without warning, Nate hurled one of the pillows on the couch at Ed's face with full force. The wolf took the hit square on the snout and rolled back on the couch, pretending to topple over with the sheer force of the vicious attack.

"Damn, pillows, my only weakness."

"For fuck's sake! I don't know which is worse - you trying to be mysterious and ominous, or you trying to be funny," Nate growled.

"One way or the other, it broke you out of your funk," His host replied with a shrug and a small smile.

Nate ate a few more pieces of his dinner, pondering what else to ask. His mind was swimming with questions, even if he was sure he wouldn't get all of them answered.

"You've mentioned this oath thing a couple of times now... Well, you said you'd tell me about it over dinner, so spill it."

A quiet 'mmm' escaped Edmund's snout and he steepled his fingers beneath his jaw.

"You know, I probably should've prepared more for this. So... You were dying. And I may be magic, I'm no healer." He sighed a bit. "The only thing that could save you at that moment was The Blood. But The Blood is selfish, it demands something in return, a sort of bond or oath between the donor and the..."

"I'm sorry, THE Blood?" Nate interjected.

"The blood of immortals. Like v-"

"I'M SORRY, did you just say immortals? As in... YOU... are immortal?" Nate interrupted incredulously.

"Well, yes. Most vampires are. I assume you've seen at least a little pop-culture." The bat grinned and flashed his fangs again - particularly, the two extra-long ones in front.

"That would explain the biting," Nate mused. "I'm sorry, you're just... You're not what I expected in a vampire."

"And what did you expect in a vampire?" Ed quipped, raising an eyebrow.

"Well... A supermodel goth guy the color of mayonnaise."

This time they both laughed.

"Do all vampires look like... well, like that?" Nate said, gesturing to his host's body.

"Pfft. Other vampires wish they could look like me."

Edmund popped his wings open and spread them out to either side. He sprawled against the couch, striking an almost playboy-esque pose that made sure his chest and sheath were on full display for Nate to see. Nate could swear he was even tensing to make sure that he was getting the full view of his muscles through the fur. It took Nate a few seconds to even register he'd been gawking and starring.

"AH FUCK!" Nate cried out, feeling something hot drip onto his legs.

He quickly grabbed at the plate of Indian food on his lap and moved it to avoid anything else spilling... then realized exactly why it had spilled in the first place. Admiring his host's body had caused more than just emotions to stir, and a sizeable tent in his pants had tipped his plate forward and caused it to ooze hot tikka masala onto his legs.

"How on earth are you horny again already?" Ed laughed, seemingly genuinely surprised.

Nate couldn't help but snort a little himself. It DID feel a little ridiculous - like the setup to a bad porno. Plus, he never recharged this fast!

"Oh no," the vampire continued, voice absolutely dripping with sarcasm. "You ruined another pair of pants. I guess you'll just have to take them off!"

Even if the statement didn't seem serious, Nate's couldn't help but consider it. Their previous encounter had been pretty damn fun. And he DID want to be a good boy for his master, didn't he?

With his own cocky grin, Nate got off the couch and glanced back at the wolf. Rather than just pulling his food-stained pants right off, he decided to give his new "master" a little show. If Ed could tease him, he could tease right back!

Nate slipped his thumbs into the waistband and slid them down, just enough to expose a little bit of his furred crack and slip his growing tail out. He did his best impression of a growl and swayed his butt playfully at the other man. Though he felt a little silly, his stubby tail couldn't help but wag.

"Oh now you're trying to get ME worked up... Well, it's working, pet."

Nate hadn't even realized that the bat had been moving, but the presence of a cold nose and hot breath against the back of his pants soon informed him of such. He practically jumped, yelping like a startled puppy. A pair of furry paws joined his own hands, thumbs slipping into his waistband and pulling his pants further down.

"Mmmph... Such lovely lupine musk already. So needy..." The vampiric wolf growled out.

Before Nate could return the comment, he felt the beast's muzzle push forward, shoving right between his cheeks and huffing at his nethers eagerly. The feeling of the hot breath wafting over his ass and balls made him shiver and fall forward, gripping the edges of the table. Nate could help but tense up. He'd never had any man back there, much less a hungry, slavering beast!

"Just relax pet. Let me take the lead, and I promise you'll love it."

Ed's voice had that reassuring hypnotic cadence that made Nate shiver and his eyes fall half-closed. He felt the anxiety absolutely melt out of him and his body unclench. He was so relaxed he almost had to remind himself not to let go of the edges of the table.

At least his breath is warm, Nate's mind giggled in his hazy state. He had honestly expected a vampire to be icy and cold, but Ed was like a furnace wrapped in fur.

The feel of something slick and wet sliding over Nate's ass snapped him back to reality, making him reflexively tighten his grip on the table in surprise. He wasn't the only one gripping something though, as soon both of Ed's paws were grabbing his rump, squeezing and kneading the flesh there while he spread Nate's cheeks to get better access to his hole.

It seemed like his host wanted more than just a sniff, his long and dexterous tongue lapping over Nate's virgin hole and tracing down over his dangling fuzzy sack. The sensation was far more pleasant than Nate had imagined it would be. He could feel his shaft throbbing in time with the licking, slick strands of precum leaking onto his food.

The lapping of the slick tongue wasn't the only unusual sensation rumbling through Nate. His rear felt warm and tingly, not unlike when his tail grew in the first time. As the beast behind him kept kneading, Nate's ass kept expanding outward to fill those paws. He quickly went from having a flat, plain butt to a plump rump and wide hips that would drive any man nuts. With each lick of Ed's slick tongue over his virgin hole, Nate's wagging tail slowly snaked outwards, filling out with both length and fur. Soon, it had turned from a mere nub to a cute bushy brush swishing over his lover's head.

Nate's changing rear seemed to egg the eager beast on - his licking going from exploratory to a frenzied flurry of motion. Without warning, Nate suddenly felt Ed's tongue press forward and *inside* of him, making his eyes go wide. He could feel it snaking deeper and deeper within him, further than a tongue _should_be able to go, as though looking for something.

Then, it found it. Nate felt that tongue press against a certain spot inside of him that made his cock jump wildly, practically shooting precum onto the table below him. He could feel that same heat in his rump surging within him, as though the tongue were also shaping and changing his insides - turning the gentle thrum of pleasure into a burning, needy heat.

"F-fuuuucckk!" Nate huffed out, his voice coming out in an almost animalistic whine.

"That's the idea, pet." Edmund chuckled as he pulled his snout away from Nate's ass and gave it a little slap.

The word pet almost immediately started Nate's tail wagging again. Nate's cheeks burned as he realized what Ed meant. He wanted to do it... he wanted to be a good boy for his master... But he was still nervous. The wolf was more than endowed, and Nathan hadn't ever done anything like that before.

It didn't seem like his master was waiting though, as Nate felt the tapered tip of his canine shaft sliding up between his cheeks and pressing firmly against his puckered hole.

"Sir, are... are you sure it will..." he stammered.

"Don't worry so much, puppy. Just trust me," the vampire said in his silky growl. Nate could feel the weight of the statement on his mind. It was a magical suggestion, but a gentle one. A lover's caress against his will that made his anxiety melt away and sent a shiver down his spine.

Edmund wasted no time after that, pressing the pre-slicked head of his shaft forward and slipping past Nate's tight ring. Though the pressure made Nate briefly wince, he didn't feel any of the pain he expected. The stretching actually felt... pleasant. Correct, even. It was almost like his rear was tailor-made to fit perfectly around the shaft within him.

He must have looked confused, since Ed gave voice to his thoughts.

"Of course it doesn't hurt, pet. You're my chimera..."

Though he expected to feel that girthy rod continuing to sink into him, Nate was surprised to instead find his master's arms wrapped around his torso, pulling him up from his bent over position and squeezing him back against the lupine's warm fuzzy chest. Though his firm grip kept Nate from sliding _too_far down his shaft, it still was enough to shove another inch and change of wolf dick into him - just enough to make it press up against that little button of bliss inside of him and make him cry out.

"That means you're perfectly sculpted for both our pleasures."

A tweak to one of his nipples caused Nate to whimper in agreement. They weren't normally even an erogenous zone for him, but damn if that touch didn't feel amazing. Unbeknownst to Nate, his chest was changing. His nipples were growing in size and darkening in color with every flick and rub over them - and the bigger they got, the more tender they got. Nate felt like his chest had a direct link to his dick, with each teasing motion causing a jolt of pleasure to rush down through his shaft and squeeze another spurt of precum out of it.

That wasn't the full extent of the changes, though. Nate's pecs were also expanding outwards into the wolf's kneading paws, growing from flat and dull to full with both strength and plushness. Even Nate's scraggly chest hair was slowly being replaced by the same sort fur he had on his stomach, giving him a cute little white patch of fuzz between his pecs.

Nate was so distracted by the intense pleasure coming from his chest, he was only dimly aware of the growing pressure in his rump as gravity did its work and brought his feet to rest on the ground again. He felt so very full, in the most pleasant way. He could feel every twitch and throb of that cock inside him, and it seemed to help ease the burning heat inside him.

"You're doing wonderfully for your first time, pup." Ed growled, tracing his long tongue up over one of Nate's ears.

The praise made Nate's tail brush over the wolf's chest with a wild little wag and his cheeks flush red. He took a sort of strange new pride in knowing his master was enjoying this as much as he was.

Nate gasped as he felt the thick shaft in him start to withdraw, the feeling of fullness in his rump being replaced with an empty, needy heat that he was desperate to quench. Not that he had to wait very long, as his lupine lover quickly began to hump him in earnest, leaving only a couple of inches within him each time. Each rock of the beast's hips ground up against that newly discovered pleasure center in the changing man's rear and made his own cock throb more wildly. Between that, and the wondrous attention to his chest, he could already feel the pressure building in his dick without even touching it.

"T-too much... I... I'm gonna..."

"Mmm mmm, not yet. Good pets don't cum until their master does. You want to be a good pup, don't you?" Ed teased, biting down on Nate's ear.

It wasn't just a suggestion. The gentle hypnotic cadence made it feel like a dam had suddenly been thrown up between Nate and his impending climax. The pleasure, and pressure, continued to build, he just couldn't get over the edge. His cock could only throb helplessly, spurting strands of clear pre constantly over the table below him.

The wicked wolf picked up his own pace, each slam of that cock into Nate's virgin depths drawing tiny whimpers from him. One of the paws toying with Nate's chest slid down to his belly and hips, giving his lover better leverage as his thrusts became wilder and more animalistic. Nate could feel something new, almost like a swollen bulb, starting to press up against his ass, stretching the ring just a bit with each push.

Ed's snout nuzzled up over Nate's neck, sniffing at him and tracing his tongue sensually over the flesh there. The sensation made Nate shiver and crane his neck to the side. It felt affectionate, but at the same time, predatory. Hungry, even.

Nate's mind flashed back to the delivery driver from earlier. Of how blissed out he looked after being bitten. The dreamy, adoring tone of his voice. Part of Nate screamed that what he was thinking was dangerous and stupid... And the other part wanted nothing more than to know what that felt like.

"B-bite me," Nate whimpered.

The thrusting in Nate's rear slowed down to a more casual pace. He could almost hear the vampire thinking.

"You sure puppy?" Ed whispered breathily.

Nate could only nod rapidly and groan in response.

He could feel the vampire's breath quickening on his neck as Ed's excitement grew again. The beast's hips grew ever more frantic, knot pressing against Nate's ass with each push and spreading him wider, until finally, with one massive push, it forced past his tight ring and popped inside.

At the same moment, Ed's muzzle clamped down on his throat and his fangs plunged into Nate's veins. It hurt, but only for a split second. Then, radiant, pure bliss spread out from the twin pinpricks and raced across his limbs. It was the most transcendent feeling he could imagine - a beautiful white hot fire racing through his body and making every nerve feel alive, making his dick practically *beg* for release.

Thankfully, it wouldn't have to beg long. Though to Nate it was almost a pleasurable eternity, within seconds of tying him the cock in his ass began to throb heavily and fill him with another powerful, lustful warmth - this time of a liquid variety, and just what Nate needed to quench that burning heat within him.

That was all the permission Nate needed. He was far past the point of no return, and the moment that glorious gift started to fill him his own orgasm slammed into him like a hurricane. He jerked his hips as much as he could with his ass tied, his cock jumping and spraying thick white ropes of seed high into the air - all without ever being touched.

Even as Nate came, the pressure, and pleasure, didn't dissipate. If anything, it got stronger. Each new blast of seed filling him drew out his own orgasm. It felt like someone was squeezing his orbs, making sure that they milked every last drop out of them. His shaft jumped again and again, forcing weaker and weaker jets of cum out of him even as his balls drew tighter and tighter to his body...

It was all too much for him to take. Nate's head swam and his vision blurred, going white around the edges... And then for the second time that night, unconsciousness overtook him.

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Nate snapped awake with a start, blinking his eyes into the darkness. Damn, what a crazy dream - muggers, monsters... "situations" he'd never expected to be in. He simultaneously felt relieved, and just a little bit disappointed. He'd always dreamed of the sort of fantasy world he'd found himself in, but now he was just happy to be back in his own bed, with his blanket over him and his boyfriend's arm wrapped around him.

The problem was... Nate didn't have a boyfriend.

His room also shouldn't be this dark. Even in the dead of night, street lights normally shone brightly against his window blinds and cast a dull glow across the room.

And, to top it all off, his ass definitely shouldn't be this sore. Especially given the aforementioned lack of boyfriend.

Nate's groggy brain finally processed what was going on. He gingerly reached a hand up and stroked the arm that was laying over his chest just to verify.

Fur.

Brushing his arm against the heavier blanket on top of him also revealed that it wasn't exactly a blanket. It was leathery, soft, and furry. A wing.

Nate's heart started to race as the weight of reality slammed into him like a careening truck. It HAD been real. It had ALL been real! Nate felt like he _should_be panicking, but something about the embrace of the strange beast made him feel supremely comfortable and safe. He almost debated just going back to sleep, but, he still had questions nagging at his mind.

"H-hey." Nate stammered into the dark, trying to wake the wolf.

No response.

Nate rolled over a bit and shoved at the shoulder of the creature draped over him a few times.

"Hey, wake up!"

No response still.

Nate shoved roughly against the monster's chest, moving to outright yelling now.

"WAKE!!!! UP!!!!"

His host still didn't move... and now Nate was realizing something else.

The lupine's chest was cool to the touch. The night before, when he had been pressed against Ed's chest, it had felt hot, almost fiery. Now, it felt like the underside of a pillow on a hot summer's night. Nate also didn't feel the gentle rising and falling of his chest that usually accompanied a sleeper breathing. That could only mean...

"HOLY SHIT!" Nate yelled, scrambling wildly out of bed and falling onto the floor with a loud thud.

A dull laughter reverberated through the room.

Nate's ears flushed hot. "Edmund, is that you?! That wasn't funny!"

"Not quite."

The voice was hollow and airy. Like wind blowing through a tunnel.

Nate's embarrassment quickly turned to an icy dread. He scrambled around to get to his feet, grabbing something on the wall to haul himself up.

"Shit!" Nate yelled again. It felt like he'd grabbed one of the hefty branches that snaked around the room, but something sharp on it had cut his hands.

The hollow voice laughed again.

"I do love watching your reactions sometimes."

Before, Nate was just scared. But now, hints of anger were starting to tamp down his fear. Who was this guy to laugh at him?!

"Enough laughing! Turn on the lights, show yourself!"

"If you inssiiissstt," the voice said, with almost malicious delight.

Two pinpoints of light appeared on the far wall... Right within the eye sockets of the leering stag skull that had creeped Nate out before. Before Nate could say anything else, the twin points of light erupted into blazing orbs of fire that cast wild shadows around the room and threw the skull into sharp, almost demonic relief.

EHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHE

What little anger and courage had welled up within Nate vanished instantly. In a moment of sheer, blind panic he bolted for the now visible exit door. He scrambled to open it, practically flinging himself through and slamming the door behind him.

Not at all confident the door would do anything to keep the demon at bay, Nate ran. He rushed across the living room and almost crashed into the front door, frantically trying to undo the locks. As soon as he heard the last click, Nate he yanked open the door without a second thought and sprinted across the open lawn.

The bright morning sun stung Nate's eyes more than usual - enough he had to hold an arm in front of his face to shield his eyes from it. At the moment, he couldn't be assed to care. He just wanted to put himself as far away from that _demon_as he possibly could. Luckily there didn't seem to be too many people out on the street at the current momen-

WEE-OOO-WEE-OOO-WEE-OOO-WEE-OOO

Those red and blue lights could only mean one thing. Of COURSE the only person who did happen to be out on the street was a cop. Nate froze and put his hands up. The cop must have seen him running and realized he was... escaping... from...

Now that his blind panic had subsided, Nate realized why the cop was actually stopping him. He was buck naked. Not only was he naked, he was half-covered in fur and looked like he'd paused mid-way through transforming into a werewolf.

Nate's mind was frozen. What should he do? Should he run? Fight? If they took him in, would he get treated like some kind of science experiment? ...Would they kill him?

By the time Nate's brain had finally started to thaw, the police car had pulled up next to him. The window slowly slid down with a mechanical whir and the face of a middle aged man with ruddy cheeks and bright reflective sunglasses looked at him.

"Son, what has possessed you to go for a morning jog in your birthday suit?"

Nate's mind was already reeling again. Did... Did this man not notice that he was covered in fur? Did he not care? Had he dealt with this kind of situation before?!

"I uh... I can explain officer."

"Why don't you go ahead and get in the back out of public view, and then you can explain to me?"

The doors to the car unlocked with a soft click. Nate wasn't sure if he was being played or not, but... he probably couldn't escape if he tried to run. Reluctantly, he opened the back and climbed inside.

"I uh..." Nate stuttered, touching his changed face with both hands. "Do you... do you see something wrong with me, officer?"

"Not aside from the fact you're as naked as the day you were born, son." He cocked one of his eyebrows up, seemingly noticing Nate messing his face in the rearview mirror. "Are you perhaps on some kind of drug I should know about?"

"W-what?! No! I mean... No, sir." Nate stammered out, embarrassed.

It seemed like the other man really didn't see the fur, or the other changes for that matter. Nate couldn't really explain it, but at least that was one thing he had in his favor.

"Alright, then I'm gonna ask you again. Why on earth were you runnin' around with your junk floppin' in the breeze?"

Should he tell the officer he was fleeing? He couldn't tell him the truth. He couldn't tell him he was running away from a demon. But.. he could make up something close. He could say he was running away from a predator, or a kidnapper, or... something.

No, he couldn't do that. If he said anything about a kidnapper or attacker they'd probably go investigate. And if they found a corpse, wolf monster or otherwise... Nate was just going to get in even deeper trouble.

"I uh... I think I was sleep walking, officer. Hearing your sirens is the first thing I remember this morning."

"Uh huh. You're not really doin' a great job of sellin' that "not on drugs" thing."

Nate scratched at the back of his head, trying to come up with a better explanation that didn't involve supernatural creatures.

"What's your name, boy?"

"Nathan."

"Full name, please."

"Er, Nathaniel Potts. Sorry."

Nate could hear the clicking of keys up front as the officer typed something in. Probably writing him up a ticket for indecent exposure.

"Well, well, well. That's one hell of a sleep walk you want on."

Nate just cocked his head to the side in confusion. The officer met his gaze in the rear view mirror.

"My boy... You disappeared 3 days ago."