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O Come All Ye Fangful – Honorary Mention


Walking in a Werewolf Wonderland

Diana Ksenycz

Maeve turned around just in time to swing her axe at the massive werewolf flying toward her in mid-air. The sharp blade sliced through the werewolf’s neck, decapitating the ugly mutt on impact. Blood pooled around the corpse as the snow quickly turned from white to crimson.

“Guess they never taught you to look before you leap in werewolf school, huh?”

Damn werewolves. They always came out in hoards during this time of year. This was major hunting season for them. Who says Christmas was only for little boys and girls? Werewolves loved the holidays. What wasn’t to love? Carloads of humans driving on desolate, country roads on their way to visit family and friends. The wretched animals would play ‘wounded dog’ on the road luring the poor unsuspecting driver (and the rest of the carol singing passengers) into a feeding frenzy trap. Talk about ‘meals on wheels’. It’s an old tactic. Been there, done that. You’d think they’d come up with a new routine.

Maeve counted. There were six of them. Outnumbered? Yes. Outdone? Hell no!

One of the dogs moved quickly and knocked her down before she was able to kick its hairy butt. She swiftly retrieved the dagger from her boot and plunged the silver blade into its neck. “Eat this, you flea infested fur ball.”

The fighting continued until the last over-sized mongrel was slaughtered. She was born for this. It was her destiny, just as it had been for all the women in her family. She came from a long line of werewolf slayers, born and raised to defend and protect humankind from the predators that stalked them. She was a hunter of hunters. A killer of killers. Yeah, she was a werewolf butt-kicking machine.

Trying to catch her breath, she lay on the cold forest floor. She was battered, bruised and damn tired. Propping herself up onto her elbows she scanned the wooded area. There was carnage everywhere.

As she began to pull herself up from the ground she stopped instantly as she caught sight of another werewolf. Oh yes, there was always that last one left.

It was wounded. Blood oozed from its left side and it growled as it stared at her. Her breath caught in her throat and she couldn’t move as fear struck deep in the pit of her stomach. Before she could do anything the werewolf jumped on her, pinning her back down. She couldn’t move. They were eye to eye. Nose to nose. Breath to breath.

Suddenly, it began to shift back to its human form.

Gone was the furry four-legged beast. Now there was a two-legged finely built, one hell of a gorgeous male on top of her — a very naked male. Before she could react, he captured her mouth with his and kissed her. It was gentle yet passionate and completely electrifying. But now was not the time for a make out session with wolfman.

She pushed him away from her lips. “Get off me you animal!”

“Oh babe, I love it when you talk dirty.”

Maeve ignored Shawn’s flirtatious banter. She was more concerned about his injury.

“Let me see that cut.” She twisted her head to look at the damaged flesh.

“It’s just a scratch. I’m fine.”

“You growled. I know your growls, Shawn. That was an ‘it hurts like hell’ growl.”

He swept his fingers gently over the wound. “Yeah, it stings a little. But it’s fine.”

Damn, she could ring his neck for scaring her like that. She inspected the gash and was relieved to see that it wasn’t serious. He would heal in no time.

“See, I told you. Fine. Now bring those lips back here.”

Never in a million years did she think that she would end up with the very thing she hunted. But Shawn was one of the good guys. He came from a pack that lived peacefully within society and fought the war against those of his kind that preyed on humans. It was a bonus having a werewolf for a boyfriend and it definitely helped on the battlefield. He was her handsome, strong and fierce, secret weapon and she was crazy in love with him. They were crazy in love.

Maeve pointed a stern finger at him, “You are so lucky he didn’t claw you any deeper.”

“You’re being such a girl.” He teased.

“I am a girl. Just go get dressed before you get –” her eyes scanned down to his lower extremities, “frostbite.”

“Baby, the only frosty thing biting me is you.” He leaned down and placed a quick kiss on her winter-chilled lips.

Maeve couldn’t help but grin at him. “There’s a first aid kit and some clothes in a backpack behind that tree.” She playfully swatted his butt. “Move it.”

He gave her a sexy little smirk. “Yes ma’am.”

While he got dressed Maeve took out her cell phone and called the ‘cleanup crew’ to come and dispose of the bodies and sweep the area clean.

Shawn quickly emerged from behind the tree — fully clothed.

Maeve looped her arm with his. “Come on. If we hurry we can still take Leonard to the mall.”

Shawn rubbed a hand down his face. “Maeve, you can’t be serious?”

“What? Pet pictures with Santa are the new thing. Everyone does it.”

“Yes, but don’t you think people will stare and be a bit….hesitant?”

Maeve glared at him. “Hey, a pet is a pet.”

“Babe, he’s a four foot python!”

“He’s only three feet and he’s harmless!” She scowled.

Shawn threw up his hands in surrender. “Fine, we’ll take him.”

Maeve smiled and kissed him on his cheek. “That’s the Christmas spirit!”

“Uh-huh. But if he tries to make a meal out of some poor little poodle there will be no presents for him under the tree.”

Maeve scrunched up her nose at him. “Don’t be such a Scrooge.”

Shawn gave her a playful grin. “Bah, humbug.”

6 comments to “O Come All Ye Fangful – Honorary Mention”

  1. Sarah
     · December 21st, 2009 at 8:51 am · Link

    I love it, Diana! Very fun.

  2. Susanne
     · December 21st, 2009 at 9:41 am · Link

    Fabulous! I read this with a smile on my face.


  3. Shanna
     · December 21st, 2009 at 8:29 pm · Link

    LOVED this story!

    “She was a hunter of hunters. A killer of killers. Yeah, she was a werewolf butt-kicking machine.”

    Too funny!

    And as one of those people who has considered dragging my dog off to photos with Santa the past couple of years – the python bit was a great holiday touch!

  4. Diana K
     · December 21st, 2009 at 9:04 pm · Link

    Thanks ladies! :-)

  5. Ash'o
     · December 21st, 2009 at 9:14 pm · Link

    Well done Diana, I gotta say your story was awesome.

    Have a great X-mas and a Happy New Year! :)

  6. Rita Vetere
     · January 20th, 2010 at 7:58 am · Link

    Diana, this was so much fun! Loved it, loved it, loved it! Congrats!

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