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Authors Note:I just want to clarify that this is part 1 of my story and the erotic part comes in the third part. I also want to state that this chapter contains explicit content so reader discretion is advised.

For any one who is confused, my other profile, broni316, has locked me out for some reason, forcing me to make this profile and upload it here.

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Have you ever had one of those days? You know, where everything seems to be going fine, and then BAM, you get hit in the face with something unbelievable, and I'm not talking about 'Oh no, I left my credit card at home!'.

No, I'm talking about one of those days when you find out something that stops your world and makes you rethink everything you've ever learned, something that turns everything on its head and then some.

You ever had one of those days? No?

Well, my name is John, and I had a day that changed me forever... literally.

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It all started with my girlfriend, who I'm now proudly married to.

Her name was Diana, and she was absolutely stunning. She came to America from England, growing up in Chagford near Dartmoor. Her hair was a natural shade of grey that shimmered with a wondrous silver glow in the light, especially that of the moon. Her eyes were sky blue, a warming aura emanating from them, only enhanced by the freckles that adorned her pale skinned cheeks. Her body was a natural work of art, her large, squeezable hips descending into her legs, shaping them like thinning hourglasses, the rest of her body curving and thickening in all the right places.

I used to wonder how she could be so beautiful, so enchanting... until that night, that is.

I was walking home with her after enjoying dinner and a movie. I had taken us an hour or two, but we were finally almost at her place. We talked about trivial things on our way there, sometimes talking seriously about politics or the facts of life, or laughing at something stupid we heard about on the news. Either way, we passed the time.

Now on most date nights, we had a pretty solid wrap up. When we reached her house, one of two things would happen; either we would spend some 'quality time' in her house, or we would share a nice long goodnight kiss before parting ways. But tonight, I would notice a strange, different pattern. Not a frequent one mind you, but strange nonetheless.

"We're here!" she said. I look over to her and nod, giving her a passionate kiss goodbye, and begin to take my leave. But as I walk away, a devious thought comes to mind that I simply can't ignore.

"You know... the night doesn't have to end here." I said, my face being consumed by a devilish grin. "Really?"

"Really...."

She turns around and begins to walk towards me, a sensual sway in her hips. When she got close enough, she wrapped her arms around me and whispered into my ear, my devious smile seemingly spreading from my face to hers. "What did you have in mind, hmm?"

"Well." I said, wrapping my arms around her, returning her gesture. "I was thinking we could both go inside, put on some soft music. Light a few candles even." I leaned in close. "Maybe even a 'full body massage'?"

I could feel her shudder in my embrace, her breath quickening as I ran my hands across her back and nuzzled into her neck.

"Just a message?" she asked, gasping slightly.

"Well, probably not. But I don't think you would mind, would you?"

"Not at all...." She said, her legs beginning to shake. Her hands slid down my back, finding a home in my pants, groping my buttocks, her only retaliation in a war of pure arousal and lust... a war that I was winning.

We began to kiss each other's necks, starting to moan softly into one another. Her left hand gradually slipped around to the front of my underwear, allowing her to grope the bulge of my semi-erect member. I returned the favor, slipping my hand under her pants to caress the now wet crescent of her panties. By now we were both panting and sweating, we both knew what was about to happen... and how noisy her house would get. "After all," I said "we wouldn't want to waste away a full moon such as this by simply going home and falling asleep, right?"

"Yeah... wait, what!"

Then, as if a snake had crawled up her leg, she tenses up and her eyes fly open in shock. She pushes past me and looks up at the full moon, her eyes widening in what seemed to be shock, face-palming and letting out a frustrated grunt.

"I'm sooo sorry, but we can't tonight. I... I just remembered that there's something I need to do!" she said, seeming incredibly panicked, walking towards her door hastily. I gently grab her arm to stop her.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing... it's fine."

"Sweetheart, if there's something wrong...."

"I'm Fine!" she yells. I recoil with a slight fright, shocked by her attitude. Even when arguing, she would usually never get that angry. She saw the look on my face and immediately regretted her choice of tone, trying to ease my confusion and worry.

"Look... I'm sorry, okay? There's just something I need to take care of, alone!"

I'm sorry; did I say 'ease' my confusion and worry? I meant make it worse! "Yeah... okay." I said, awkwardly waving at her as she rushed inside. I walked back to my car, wracked with worry, wondering why her mood changed so suddenly. Then, as I drive home, I finally realize what it was; it.

'It' was something that we didn't really talk about, something I noticed after the first two months of our relationship. Every few weeks, when we were together, I would notice there would be a day when she would be completely obsessed with time, constantly checking her watch and looking up at the sky to see how dark it was. She would also, for some reason, start to scratch herself more frequently. I asked her about it once, she told me it was a 'personal problem' she had to deal with on her own with any further attempts to talk about it being met with hostility. After a few weeks, I just gave up and told myself 'She would tell me when she was ready.'

Then, as I'm driving, it hits me. The reason she was so hostile tonight, is because I was probably right on the doorstep of finding out what it was.

After this realization, I come to a screeching halt at the side of the road, burying my hands in my head, gripping my hair, calling myself a dumbass in my head over and over. I was so sick of this, not knowing what it was, having it come between us; it was the only problem in our relationship, after all. So, in that moment, I made a single decision that would change my life forever: spiting two, venom coated words into the dark as I did. "Fuck. This." I grunted.

My heart took over my body at lightning speed, leaving my brain behind in the dust. All logic in me telling me 'stay out of this' and 'it's better not to know' were overpowered by 'she needs you', 'go to her' and sometimes even 'you love her'.

I punch it, my car's tires skidding on the pavement, whipping around and heading in the direction of Diana's house, knowing in my heart that I must confront her... for both of our sakes. After only a few minutes, I saw her house come into view, causing me to shift into a slow drive, as to not alert her to my approach. I stopped at the walkway, exiting my car and slowly walking up to her door.

I knocked at least three times, none of them getting an answer. I went to turn the door knob, and discovered the door to be... open. I silently walk through her house trying not to make any noise, listening for a sign of where she might be.

Then I hear it; the ceiling creaks, a telltale sound that someone is up stairs. I try to find out where exactly the creaks are come from upstairs, but as they become louder, the answer becomes all too clear. They're coming from her room.

I make my way up the stairs as gently as possible, trying not to make even the slightest of sounds. When I reach the top, I find her door, and sneak up to it, noise from the room becoming clearer as I draw near. By the sound of her footsteps, I could tell she was pacing, probably had been for a few minutes. She's muttering something to herself, but I could barely make it out. So, I moved closer to the door, hearing the words as they became more audible. As I got closer, I noticed she had left the door slightly cracked; probably by accident.

"Stupid, stupid, STUPID! I can't believe I did that! Any later and he would've found out!"

I snuck closer to the door, my palms sweating, the anticipation killing me. As she ranted and raved to herself, I gently, silently push the door open, but what I saw... had me at a loss for words.

Diana was... naked, scratching herself all over, as if being bitten by a million invisible fleas. She seemed incredibly distressed, the sweat on her skin visible in the moonlit room. The scratching grew increasingly more severe as time went on until she began to draw blood. It became worse as I began to realize what this was a symptom of; or at least I thought I did. A few years back, before I met Diana, I had recovered from intense drug use; mainly cocaine and heroin... but that wasn't the worst part. I was doping up with my so called 'friends' when one of them took out a bag filled with hypodermic needles and surgical tubing, asking me if I wanted to take things to another level. I told them that I didn't want to get into that kind of stuff, but they just kept insisting, getting to the point where I tried to leave... but one of the blocked the door. They grabbed me, and held me down, telling me that I needed to man up, forcing the needle into my veins.

For the next two years, I was subservient to them, doing what they wanted for my next fix. My 'friends' told me that if I were to tell anyone; they would find those I cared for, family and friends, and show them the meaning of pain. It was my sister, Abigail that eventually found out about what they'd been doing to me, having accidently seen Brian beating and berating me for not stealing for him, denying me my fix for another two hours. She confronted me days later, telling me her and my brother, Alex, had contacted the police, and were ready to set up a trap with my help. One thing led to another, and I had helped put every one of my former friends in jail. I remember hearing Brian yell at me, saying that withdraw would kill me; unfortunately for him, rehab would have something to say about that. But now, all the thoughts about what she could be on, and how she got on it, flew through my head. I knew she wouldn't be stupid enough to take the more severe drugs willingly, so to me someone must've forced her. Could one of former friend's families done this as some sort of revenge? Had one of them broken out? Had someone had some sort of grudge against her? All these thoughts combined made me clutch the doorknob, my arms beginning to shake and my eyes beginning to water, until I could take it no longer. I burst through the door screaming "WHAT THE HELL HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU!"

She gasped at my entrance, tripping onto her bed. I jumped myself, hearing the sound of the door slamming behind me, wondering exactly how in the hell that happened. At the time, of course, I chalked it up me unknowingly slamming the door behind me in my sudden burst of anger.

We just stood there, still as deer in headlights for the longest time. We didn't say anything, we didn't move; we just stood there silently observing each other. "What the bloody hell are ya doing in my house!?"

"Wondering why you would hide a sever drug addiction from me!?" I replied.

"Drug addiction?"

"Don't try to hide it anymore!" I yelled, crying. "The secrecy, the scratching, the obsession with time; all the signs are there!"

She looks at me for a minute, absolutely stunned, before letting her face fall into her hands. As she began to sob, i felt as if I had been submerged in a deep pool of regret, finding the tone I took before to be rather harsh. My legs seemed to move by themselves, walking me over to her, making me kneel down and take her into my arms. I hugged her tightly, crying with her until I felt as if my tear ducts had dried.

"I...I'm sorry I yelled, but you can't go on like this. Whatever you're taking is probably going to kill you if you don't stop!"

Her sobbing increased after my statement had been finished. I stood up and took her hand as gently as I could, wanting to get her out of this room as soon as possible.

"Come on, you're not staying here. You can crash at my place for tonight, but in the morning we're going straight to the hospital and getting you to rehab!" I tried to get her off of the bed and lead her to the door, but I felt a hard tug in return. When I had turned to face her, she continued to sob, but stayed stationary, resisting my pull. I tried to pull her away again and again, as hard as I could; but she remained there, as if turned into a living statue.

But then something... odd happened; the tone of her sobbing changed. In fact, she was no longer sobbing... she was laughing. It wasn't a drug induced laugh either; it was more like that laugh people do when they know something you don't know, like an inside joke.

"You fucking idiot!" she laughed. I reeled back, confused and a little bit angry. "You think this is a... a fucking drug addiction ahahahaha!"

"Oh, don't lie! I was an addict for to long as to not know..."

"YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT, JOHN!" she snapped. "I'm sorry but you really don't!"

Her mood changed again, large amounts of anger in her voice. I was more angry than confused at this point, thinking that this charade had gone on long enough. I turned around to exit the room and go to nearby hospital for help, but when I tried to open the door, the knob wouldn't budge. I turned and twisted as hard as I could... but it just wouldn't move. "You can't get out...." I heard Diana say, letting out a tired yet frustrated sigh.

"What?

"You can't leave."

"Why?"

"Because I put a Lock & Key spell on this room. It's not hard to do mind you, even if you're not a witch. How did you get past it, anyway?"

"You... uh... left the door cracked by accident so all I had to do was-. Wait, why am I explaining this to you!? There's no spell, you're just high!" I said, not believing the madness she seemed to be spouting.

"Oh yeah, forgot that you don't 'know' yet."

"Know what?" I ask. She looked down from me, as if having to wrack her brain for the answer.

"You know all those stories ya hear about when you're young? The ones about monsters and magic?"

"Yeah?"

"... What if I told you that, in a way, all of it is true?"

We looked at each other, letting a moment of silence pass between us. I looked at her with an expression of pure disbelief, and she awaited my answer, still scratching lightly.

"Okay, I'm getting you out of here." I finally said.

"John, please...."

"No! I will _not_just stand here and let you devolve into drug induced madness! We're getting you out of here and to a hospital," suddenly, I pick up a nearby chair "one way or another!" I swung the chair as hard as I could at the door, feeling the recoil of the chair breaking on impact coursing through my body. I looked to examine my work, to see if I was any closer to breaking through, but to my dismay... the door was unscathed. There was no indentation, no splinter in the wood, it was fine.

"The Lock & Key spell reinforces every possible entry and exit so that nothing can-."

"No, Diana!" I interrupt. "The Lock & Key spell doesn't do anything! And you know why; because it doesn't EXIST!"

"Why are you yelling at me!?" she questioned.

"Because I have to sit here watch the women I love go insane!"

She was going to reply, but paused, a look of surprise on her face. I was puzzled by this for a moment, thinking it was something I said.

... It was.

"Say that again." she asks.

"What?"

"Say what you just said exactly as you said it."

"Because I have to watch the women I love-."

"Stop!" she shouts.

"What!?" I retort, frantically.

"Say that part again.... "

"Because I have to watch the women I l-." I stopped, realizing my accidental confession. I look at her, meeting her eyes for only a second before looking away. Silence takes the room again, as we both think of the next thing we would say.

"How long." she asks. I look up at her to see her smiling at me, her head partially down but her eyes staring up at me. I am reluctant to answer her, knowing full well what she meant.

"About two months now." I finally said.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I... I wasn't sure you felt the same way."

"You weren't sure after one year of being together?"

We both laughed a bit at how stupid that sounded, but in my mind I was kicking myself. How could I have thought that after a whole year of being with her, she wouldn't feel the same.

"Do you feel the same?" I ask. She giggles at my question, getting up and walking towards me.

"After all you've done for me, and the care you've shown me." she says. She closes the last bit of distance between us, pressing her still naked body against mine. "How could I not love you?"

Before I could say anything, she pressed her lips against mine own, wiping my mind of any and all thought except those of the woman in front of me. I close my eyes and wrap my arms around her, returning the kiss. Our mouths open to let our tongues explore each other, tangling and intertwining, our breaths becoming one in the intimate exchange. At last, we part from each other, a single strand of near invisible saliva keeping us connected for another fraction of a second, our eyes opening to greet each other with smoldering gazes of passion, desire, and love. We rest our foreheads against each others, signifying the end of our heavenly duet. We stayed like that for a minute, letting our emotions flourish in the sweet silence. "I love you." I said.

"I love you tooooooOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she screams.

Suddenly, she recoils from me, scratching at her skin furiously, falling back onto her bed. I run over to try and aid her, but she pushes me with a burst of intense strength, propelling me back to the door.

"_ STAY AWAY _!" she screams. " I don't wanna hurt you!"

"What do you mean 'hurt me'? What's going on?" I asked.

Then I noticed it; her muscles were growing. Each passing moment they grew larger, as did... other, parts of her body. Her spine seemed to be changing as well, as if attempting to jut out of her skin and her hair seemed to grow at an accelerated rate.

" YOU... WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO... RARRRGH... FIND OUT LIKE THIS!" she screams, her voice gravely and distorted. " I... GRAAAAGHG... WANTED TO... TO TELL YOU... BUT I WAS SCARED! I NEVER... NEVER WANTED YOU TO... KRAAK... FIND OUT LIKE... LIKE... GRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

She lets out an inhuman, animalistic scream or roar and hair seemed to sprout from everywhere on her body. Her fingers elongated, the bones in her hands protruding as her fingernails sharpened, the rest of her hand expanding as well. Her feet seemed to stretch, her toenails sharpening and becoming thinner as the midsection of each foot seemed to become larger, the space between the pads of her feet and her heels becoming longer and thicker. Her head and face were changing as well, her nose seeming to flatten as her jaws grew, stretching and shifting out from her face, her teeth becoming sharp and fang-like. The last thing I noticed was this; as I looked toward her lower back, I see something protruding from her tailbone... and it's getting bigger. Then It dawns on me exactly what I'm looking at; the beginnings of a tail. And after all this... astounding evidence, I could only come to one conclusion. I didn't want to believe it, but in my heart... I knew it was the truth.

My Diana, the woman I loved more than anything in this world... was not human.

"What are you!?" I gasped. She turns to me, obviously reacting to my question, and I can see her face better. Her jaws have continued to grow, stretching the rest of her face forward with it like a snout. Her ears had pointed, expanded and were now located where the now somewhat flattened top of her head met the side of her head. And her eyes, those beautiful light blue pools, seemed to glow with some sort of primal fury.

She turns back towards the wall and slams her hand against it, making an imprint from the sheer force before taking one of her sharpening nails and scratching something into the wall next to the imprint. She takes her time with each letter, as if to make sure I pay attention, stopping only when her body seems to go through a large shift. But, when she finishes, what I read stops my heart. For on the wall, spelled out in capital letters, is what she really is. The truth about my Diana.

LYCAN