My Girlfriend Is A Serial killer

CASEY POV

This is the third time this week," I have lamented as I inspect the body of a torn-apart thug who was constantly disturbing the city.

My Name is Casey Robert an inspector from the state office investigative district and I found bodies lying everywhere in the attic of a farm house.

I had left for work in the morning and drove my black Toyota down the main street before stopping at the crime scene I was called for the day before the inspection.

It was an old wooden house in which termites had started infesting it. To be precise, it was a story building. I got out of my car and took ten steps to the wooden oak door.

" hello! "Is anybody home?" I had called from the outside, but there was no reply except for the creaking of the door and the echo coming from inside the building.

It was as quiet as a graveyard-even quieter than that of a graveyard. "Who lives here anyways?" I taught to my self as I inspected the dusty rooms and found only heaps of biscuit litter lying on the floor.

I turned to retire to the door step when I made eye contact with a werewolf.

I couldn't move and I was just wondering what i was going to say to the human monster staring quietly at me.

"Sorry to intrude but can I go now?" I asked hurriedly as I wanted to leave this place in one piece but I stopped as the huge white wolf turned into a beautiful young lady with the qualities men wanted in their women. The beautiful young lady collapsed on my body, and it sent a shever down my spine.

"Hey! "What are you doing, she's a flesh eater," my instincts eliminated the fantasy as i carries her to my car.

Only God almighty knows what i would have been in for, if not for this tinted glass as I passed through the main street the second time this morning. My house was on the outskirts of town, near the beach-a glass house, to be precise.

On getting in, I laid her on my warm and cozy bed and spread a blanket over her smooth skin. As I went in to get a face towel and soaked it in warm water. I squeezed the excess water out of the towel and placed the towel on her forehead.

I was still thinking about what I would tell the sleeping beauty in my bed when she woke up when my cellphone rang.

The speaker had a harsh tone and was ordering my immediate arrival. I knew I had to go to work and made the decision to come home as early as possible after the close of the day's work.

I got out of my glass house and entered my car to drive back to the state police department, where I was confronted by my boss, Simon. "I don't know what you are doing or your main aim, but if you aren't careful you will lose your job, and I am serious about it this time. Simon yealed

" My head started aching and my knees started shaking as I held my query letter with both hands. Each query stood for a particular punishment; sometimes it's my paycheck being cut or buying food for the entire interrogation staff for lunch.

"I am sorry, sir, Simon, it wouldn't happen again," I said as i went to the interrogative district.

The inspection district is the special department in which all information about crime scenes acquired by the state is deposited. "Come take a look at this," Thomas called my attention to the CCTV footage of last night.

The CCTV footage showed three human figures trying to rape a pretty girl in an alley down the street when a white werewolf pounced on them and tore their flesh to shreds. But when I thought the werewolf allowed the girl to move out of the alley, I was surprised.

"Zoom in closer," I ordered Thomas as my order was implemented. "Stop," i couldn't believe my eyes. At that moment, my blood started to rise. I thought of the young lady sleeping in my bed and her wild form.

After a tiring day of inspection after inspection, i was finally given permission to go rest. After an hour's drive from work, I was back at my house and was too tired to remember that I had a visitor lying on my bed. I took off my trousers and hopped on the bed, awaiting a better tomorrow, and let the wind of sleep take me away.

The bed was broken into pieces, and foam was scattered all over the ground when h

I woke up. I couldn't yell for help or do anything else because my memory was still booting at the moment.

When I finally regained consciousness, I looked around for the young lady I had rescued, only to find a huge and fierce-looking werewolf making dinner.

Yes, he fainted. "Wake up sleepy head," i could hear a faint noise as he regained consciousness.

"Breakfast," the werewolf had me my breakfast in bed. "If you want to kill me, don't stuff me with food; I am poisonous.

" "If you eat me, you will die of food poisoning," i told the werewolf in front of me.

"Nonsense, I only eat rascals," the werewolf said as it changed into its human form. "So you are the werewolf," I said, pointing to the female figure.

"Our names are Sasha and I don't appreciate being called a werewolf because I've got a fucking name," Sasha replied.

"How am I supposed to be sure you wouldn't eat me for breakfast because there's no food on your side?" he interrogated.

"I have eaten one of your white-furred rabbits that you kept in your garden. "It tasted a little liquidish and delicious too," Sasha had explained her reason to him.

"My rabbit is liquid, how will I taste it then?" I couldn't take it anymore; her interpretation of flesh was driving her crazy. She went closer to him and said, "Let's test it."

CASEY'S POV

Sasha's claws came out of her hands with her fangs in their appropriate position, and she played with her tongue in a gesture that interpreted hunger.

Her eyeballs transformed from round to spherical. "Oh no, she was changing," I couldn't stand my thought anymore as I blurted out some words.

"I have some fresh meat in the refrigerator; do you want some?" What was wrong with him? "Yeah, sure," Sasha said as she lay on the coach.

I dragged my feet from the bedroom to the kitchen, where the refrigerator was stagnant like any other. And opened the refrigerator and picked up a piece of beef.

On getting to the bedroom, "How come you have a coach in your bedroom?" sasha asked me as she turned to look at me.

"I sleep on it whenever I have a visitor," I said as I tossed her the piece of beef in my hand. She caught the beef with both arms and started a conversation that was most likely not appealing to me.

"If that's it, then why didn't you sleep on the coach last night?" The question hits me like an arrow as I started to choke on the bottle of whiskey I always kept under the bed .

"Well, as for that, I kind of have an explanation," I gulped the last glass of whiskey down my throat and dropped the glass cup. "Well, I was too tired to remember the coach so I fell on the bed," I explained to her as she stared at me like a hawk watching the chicks from above and waiting for the perfect time to grab his prey.

"Then why was your hand on my body this morning when I woke up?" This conversation was taking a turn for me as I was being investigated "Are you investigating me?", and I wasn't ready to lose an argument to a young lady talkless of a werewolf or both since her classification was killing him.

"Do you want beef?" She had ended her investigation right there as she showed him the little piece of meat held by a whitish bone.

"I don't eat raw flesh," I sighed as I fell back into the broken bed. "More for me, then," she said as she silently ate meat.

"So why were you at the warehouse where I met you?" Her eyes rolled from the window to me.

The two of us kept making eye contact for a while before she confessed.

.......... Well, when I was a child, or whatever, my entire wolf pack was eliminated by our enemy, the Scandinavian wolf pack, also known as the Scandinavian Garou. I and my elder brother were the only ones who survived. We decided to go as orphaned werewolves, and we were hired as maids. We were taught martial arts and the art of were wolfing

At the age of 20, I and my brother were hired as serial killers by billionaires; at a point in time, we became the best.

She sighed and tears fell out of her eyes before she continued her life's story.

...... On our last mission in Switzerland, we were ambushed by the pack on the plane, and I fell off the plane as a result. As for my brother, I am not sure if he died or not. So now I am going to take revenge on those pack members, especially their alpha.

The story was clear now; she landed her in New York City and in the wooden warehouse at the time I came in.

"Why did they betray you of all people? Don't they have human emotions or what?" I asked as I thought about the history of the lady in front of me.

"It was all clear that they found out that we wanted to escape and the fact that my elder brother was the next alpha of my clan and without him I am a nobody before them," she said, wiping her eyes from the tears that fell.

"I am so sorry for all that happened, but if you want, I can help you," I comforted her as I petted her smooth skin.

"You are an inspector in the state district of New York City; why would you want to help a serial killer like me?" she asked, lowering her gaze from his eyes to the ground.

"Don't worry about me; I also have grudges against them," I said as I stood up from the coach where we were both sitting and went towards the window.

My sister was killed by the scanvier garou; that's why I became an investigator-to trace the murderers of my sister and eliminate them with my own fucking hands.

"So that means we are in this together, right? I have an idea." "Why don't you be the brains and I'll be the brawls, or both," Sasha said as she punched the glass window and blood dripped from her left hand. I took her hand and cleans the cut and bandages it. "Why don't we just plan the whole thing out first and send their ancestors back to hell, or don't you agree more?" As I shakes her hand and her claws appear and cut my palm.

I groans, "What was that for?" I asked, as she takes a pinch of my blood and binds it with hers. "That's a blood pact that we werewolves make with our partners before we carry out our various missions," she said to me as my blood kept dripping into my glass cup of whiskey on the carpet.

Our discussion continued as we planned out our strategies and made jokes as we talked.

Suddenly we heard a knock from the wooden door, and Sasha signaled me to go check it out. I stood up and went to the door.

I opened the wooden door, and behold, it was a blood-dripping man. "Brother," a voice from within called out. What is happening?

CASEY'S POV

"Your brother," I asked? While looking at the man in a Louis Vuitton jacket and jeans. "Yeah," Sasha replied as she carried the man, whom she claimed was her brother. "I thought you were dead," she asked as the blood kept dripping on the carpet.

"Thank God, they didn't get my fucking heart," the man said as Sasha tore off his suit with her claws. The man's abdomen was different from others'. He was a motherfucking android. Sasha tore off the circuits of the abdomen, and the time decreased rapidly, and they had less than 30 seconds to decide.

"We have got to live," Sasha said, dragging me by the hand and leading me out of the house. We were about 10 meters away from the house when the android exploded.

The sound was erratic, with more than three pine trees being blown to dust.

"I thought that was your brother," I asked as we hid at the back of a pine tree.

"That's their killer android, the Wolfex," she replied as she bit her lips in dismay.

A male figure is seen with two black werewolves behind him. We watched as the men searched for something in the shattered house.

"I'm going in," Sasha said as she transformed and ran towards them. "Who do we have here? Isn't it the almighty ghost wolf?" The male figure rotated his body, and lo and behold, it was Mr. Simon, the head of the state police department.

"Eliminate her and throw her corpse in the water," Simon said as he continued searching. Sasha was intimidated by those words and made no attempt to let the wolves retreat as she slit their throats. Yes, she beheaded them.

"I see you've gotten rid of my little pets; now it's time to join your brother in hell, where I kept him." "Don't worry, I will make it quick," Simon said as grey fur enveloped his entire body, and sooner than later he had successfully transformed into a gray wolf.

I was happy as Sasha had the upper hand in the battle. Simon fell flat to the ground when Sasha used her fangs to tear a piece of flesh from his body.

She was about to search for me when a bullet hit her abdomen. She held her abdomen as she turned back to see who had the guts to shoot her, and holding the pistol was Simon.

"Is this how I'm going to die?" she thought as her whole life flashed before her eyes. "I guess this is the flashback you see when you are about to die," she said, finally falling slowly to the ground. As I took out my silver pistol from my left pocket, where I usually keeps it whenever am heading outside.

I cocked the gun and aimed it at Simon's head. When I slipped and pulled the trigger, the bullet swayed in the air and came to a stop inside Simon's left leg. "Hold it right there," I yelled. As I tripped over a twig and lost my balance, which gave Simon the time to escape.

I carried the deformed Sasha to my personal surgeon, who operated on her. After a while, he came out of the ward with blood on his gloves and with a potent smile.

"Is she okay?" I asked the doctor standing up from the white plastic chair at the corner of the room.

"She's in stable condition, which could turn around if we don't find a kidney donor," the doctor pointed at the blackish bean-shaped organ on the table. "I thought we had two kidneys, so how does she have only one?" I asked the doctor why looking so confused, trying to bring out my point as a three-year biology student in high school.

"The pretty damsel over there has only one that has been destroyed, and I don't know how that's possible without an operation," the doctor explained to me, as I interrupted his speech.

"I will donate mine," i said, touching my abdomen with a sigh of relief.

Silence wasn't one of the things Sasha liked. She liked horror-the blood, the fear, and the screams of humans and animals begging for their lives when she was about to eliminate them from their existence.

This time, it was different from the rest. She had been the cause of several mass burials around the world and provided an income to the coffin makers and grave attendants. This time, she was saved by a human.

It was like she had been given another life to correct her wrongs and have revenge for her pack.

"Oh, you are awake," the doctor said as he walked in with a gun in his hand. "Who are you? And what do you want from me?" She groaned as she tried to get rid of the drip on her hands.

"No, no, no, don't be a naughty wolf," he said as he cocked the gun and aimed at her head. "Who sent an imbecile like you on a life-and-death mission?" she asked him, whose hand was already on the trigger.

"Your brother in hell," the words stung hard like a bee on Sasha, and she lost her calm. She threw the syringe that was in her left hand, and it struck the doctor's throat.

The doctor left the gun and tried to remove the syringe when she kicked him against the walls and blood gushed out of his throat.

Sasha looked around the room for Casey, but he was not there. She checked every inch and corner of the building but didn't find any trace of him; the guest room was the last resort and only place left, and he was still not there.

She blamed herself for the bad luck she thought she carried with her. "Why does every bad thing have something to do with me? Everyone that gets closer to me always dies," she lamented, thinking about all that has ever happened from her birth until now. She waved her eyes as her vision became blurry.