Fear: 13 Stories of Suspense and Horror Read Online Free PDF

over the wall. I helped her, of course, setting my hands around her to lift her over the wall, realizing as I did so just how perfect a little figure she had. Tiny waist, and flaring curves above and below. I’d have never imagined that she was so finely honed, that she obviously worked out, that she was such a piece of physical perfection.
    That word again. Perfect .
    Not a bad night’s work.
    We found a place beneath a huge old oak and spread out the blanket. She sat with me and I noticed her drink was gone; I popped the tab on a dark Irish beer and offered it to her. She drank, watching me, those snakelike vampire eyes getting a golden glow in them that was truly exciting. I sipped my beer, I looked to the sky, and then I kissed her. It was great. She was hesitant, a little shy still, despite her demeanor. I pressed her downward, savoring the feel of her heat and the shivering within her.
    Then it started. The transformation.
    I felt it tear and burn through me, and with Ivanna in my arms, the rip in my muscles, the fire in my blood, and the savage hunger in my heart were just about orgasmic. Soon, she would scream. She would see the shoulder pads fall away, the football breeches stretch and tear, and she would know the true concept of a guy who was an animal. I felt the first magnificent howl that the moon was eliciting form in my throat.
    Yes, I was transforming. . . .
    The all-American boy into . . .
    The all-American werewolf.
    I did have to be careful. I was living in the modern world, of course, here in America. I actually wanted to get my college degree and enter the truly savage arena of corporate law. So I did date, and I was a stud, and I didn’t rip and tear apart all those women who befriended me. But, hell, it was Halloween, and a Halloween with a full moon. I’d been extremely watchful that night; I’d caught her at the service bar, and I knew that we’d exited without anyone seeing us.
    I looked down. I looked down longing for that look in her eyes; that look that meant terror and knowledge. But, usually, it had something a little more. Something that told me a woman knew of her own death , and yet her sexuality was at such a heightened peak that she would die in the throes of an ecstatic excitement. And the look in her eyes would be ecstasy in and of itself for me. . . .
    This isn’t boasting. This isn’t arrogance, or conceit. It is what I am, and what the beast within is capable of creating.
    And the sensation that would follow for me . . .
    Ah, it would be wondrous.
    Not to mention the soul-shattering wonder of the kill.
    But her eyes weren’t full of terror—or excitement. She was staring at me with amusement. Total amusement.
    And she started to laugh.
    I had never known that laughter would ruin everything. That it would stop the transformation.
    â€œDon’t you know what I am? Don’t you see ?” I demanded.
    To my astonishment, she pushed at my chest—with a stunning power. I halfway fell back. I stared at her, thinking that my fury would start the transformation all over again.
    But she leaped atop me, and her laughter tore from her like a banshee’s cackle in the night, and to my amazement, I discovered that I was pinned beneath her. Pinned! Me!
    â€œDon’t you know what I am? Can’t you see?” she demanded with a throaty chuckle. “You are in costume tonight, and I, finally, am not! Oh, the poor little book-worm! The shy girl—who should fall all over herself for a chance to be with the hot guy. Oh, what a silly, silly egoist of a dumb animal you are!”
    I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came.
    Above me, I saw the moon, the beautiful full moon.
    That was when she leaned forward and bit me.
    Sank her fangs into my flesh and began to slurp.
    And beneath that beautiful full moon, I heard the horrid sucking sounds she made, and I felt my blood, my life, my magnificent life, being drained away.
    It was