Werewolf - Warning

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Well don't you smell absolutely delicious. From what I can tell, you are something else. You already know that I am a werewolf, obviously.

If not, why would I look like this? But I must tell you, that you, you smell better than any other thing that I have ever smelled. I'm holding back, trying to control myself from just shredding you apart.

I want to eat you completely. The scent that comes off of you is something that you could not fathom, ever. And there is something inside of me that just wants to rip you apart and drink every ounce of you and eat every single ounce.

Now you are something different. Something very, very rare. Something that most people would never understand.

You will never understand. Because then again, you are just human. You are not like me, are you? No, you are not.

If there was just a moment, a second of weakness in me, you would already be dead. Absolutely shredded apart. Completely gone from this world and onto the next, if it actually exists.

But don't worry. Don't you dare worry. I, I won't give in.

At least not right now, I won't. However, I will tell you this. If you move too quickly, my instincts will overtake me.

And I might just lash out and completely rip you apart. Burning every little piece of you down to the bone. That is how fucking delicious you smell right now.

It's like smelling something else. It's like smelling something from a place that I have been. A place that's nice and warm and a place I call home.

That is what you smell like. Like something very familiar. Something exotic, yet all the same.

Something I've known my entire life. You are something else. And I see you being very, very calm.

But I must tell you that you, well, you're doing the right things. You're just staying very still and not moving. And I appreciate that, I truly do.

But please give me an excuse. Please move! You didn't budge.

You are something else. It seems that you truly want to live, don't you? Well then fine, live.

But if you do not get out of town by tomorrow, I will be on the hunt again. And if I get a whiff, if I get your scent again, you are gone. So please do me the favor of just not leaving so that I have the excuse to shred you apart.

Bye bye, little bird. You better not be here tomorrow.