Seducing Mr. Werewolf

It's the year 1626 in the gloomy days of Europe, a young french lad, Damian Luis is walking back to his home in central Paris after a very exciting night with the ladies, he was the charmer of Paris as some called him, his good-looks and perfect choices of words made ladies fight each other just to spend a little time with him.

But that particular night was different, it was unlike the others, it was darker, quieter, and spin chilling but the young man didn't seem to mind as he headed blissfully home thinking about one of the numerous girls he has come in contact with, but unlike the rest, he liked this one her name was Miranda but as his mind was filled with thought of her he heard a sound, something like a loud crash which took his attention making him halt in silence. " Who is there?" he asked, with no response other than silence he continued his way. As he moved ahead he felt like something followed him but there was nothing whenever he turned back there was nothing. He felt like this for a while until he had had enough. He turning back to challenge who or whatsoever was stalking him to reveal itself and in the shadows were a pair of yellowish glowing eyes staring at Damian, taken aback by what he saw his body froze then in a seemingly slow swift manner, the eyes rose to the height of a horse and whatever was was In the shadows began to breath heavily. Damian regaining control of his body sought to run away but was taken by the side with lightning speed by the creature, he laid on the ground thinking to himself, it is Finished for me, staring directly at the dreadful creature that looked like a wolf and man in total shock, all of a sudden he felt sharp pains in his shoulder area, the creature was about to turn him to a meal , as the pain traveled through his body, he unconsciously screamed alerting the town police patrol whom rushed to see what was happening luckily they were very close and arrived on time. On sighting the creature on Damian they started firing shots at it which made it run. but some of the policemen chased it still shooting at it till it fell dead. The other police men took Damian to the nearest doctor for treatment and it was then he passed out. The police who shot the creature stood over its body and to their surprise it gradually turned to a woman, they were stunned to say the least. Come morning, Damian had woken up though he had been almost amputated in the shoulder by a monster he didn't really feel any much Pain as he expected or had felt the night before " ah monsieur Luis, you are awake" a voice said from behind the bed he laid on, he turned to take a look and it was the doctor, " yes docteur but I don't seem to completely remember what happened" Damian said, " I most say my boy you have a very strong body, you heal really fast" the doctor said, Damian saw the daily newspaper with the doctor intrigued with a headline that read " an early end for many nights of death" , " docteur can I see that paper please" he asked, " yes of course" replied the doctor, and handed the paper to Damian, " I'm still marveled by how fast your arm has healed overnight......." The doctor was saying while examining Damian's shoulder but Damian paid no attention to whatever it was he was babbling about and had his entire focus on the news paper in his hand. " What a night, caught by the police nationale of France while attacking one of Paris most eligible bachelors a woman who turns into a wolf like monster at night have been terrifying the streets of Paris killing and killing the innocent the one of most recent being the cases of Anne Marie ( deceased), Magret Margerie ( deceased) and Damian Luis being the only survivor of yesterday's attack. The only thing more curious than these attacks is why the people of Paris weren't alerted of this menace. Today the real form of the beast shall be displayed in Paris square by 10 o'clock today " Funnily it was already 10am and the doctor's place was in the Paris square and at that time he started hearing what sounded like a mob ranging on. Damian stepped back he felt ' whozie' he didn't know how he felt it was so much of a mixed sensation, on one hand he felt happy that he survived, on the other he thought of Magret the one whom he loved in fact he thought of so many things at once and couldn't quite contain his emotions, with a slow gesture he tried holding his hand over his eyes in a rather useless move trying to stop the river of tears from flowing out as he cried with confusion. " there-there my boy, I understand your feelings, to escape death is a feat only few can do and you should be happy and thank God for his infinite grace" the doctor said, the old man though was saying something meaningful from his perspective but to Damian it didn't satisfy him at all. The mob had finally arrived at the square during that time, and as we all know the French had a reputation of discarding the bad with utmost rage and brutality. The mob proceeded in burning the woman to stake, at that time the doctor checked up on Damians arm again noting this time It was surprisingly completely healed, Damian waking up from his bed dropping the paper that was still In his possession and walked out into the mob right to the middle were the monster woman was being burnt. Immediately as he face came into the zone of what is supposed to be the woman field of vision the woman rose to live in flames and pointed at him saying in a very horrific manner " You are next, it's never our fault" , everybody turned to look at the young lad but he just shrugged it off and left home. After what seemed like a shorter walk home, Damian felt different. He felt strangely more energetic than ever before. He felt stronger or should I say stronger but he thought they were effects of the drugs he had been given by the doctor and went straight to bed and slept off. Fast forward to night time, the moon was whole and brighter than ever and it's light Shawn through the open window of his room falling directly on his bed with him still dozed off in it, and his body began to turn and churn, break, twist and bend, lo and behold he turned into one, he had turned into a werewolf going out causing havoc for that night. It was morning already Damian woke up in an air of confusion, he was stark naked and the clothes he wore to sleep were torn to shreds though still in confusion, he cleaned himself up, got new clothes and went out to see the day's papers. As he went out he noticed everyone's eyes were on him , he was looked upon like an outcast, he got to the newspaper stand trying to buy one but the vendor wouldn't sell to him and he increasingly noticed the townspeople were getting closer as to corner him but he thought of it as the newspapers urgency or interestingness, anyways as the vendor wouldn't sell to him he left seeing a used one on the floor and picking it up, " countless dead in manners more gruesome than the last with one feared suspect another wolf monster with all fingers pointing at the lone survivor of the last monster Damian Luis '' the paper read. Damian started backing up slowly and slowly figuring out what was going on expecting to be caught by the people so he had to run for his life but where to, as he backed up he was also being still cornered by the people and as a man in his normal senses would do he started running but some of the villagers who tried catching up with him were then out run by him, even he was surprised at how fast his legs could carry him and when some of the towns people wanted to tackle him from the front he dispersed with a swift blow of immense force and he finally managed to escape running and running till he was lost to the horizon. While running he was headed west to Great Britain, he had run all day till it was night, he had arrived at a farm In a small village near the coast of France. Sleeping there in one of the farms sheds for most of the rainy night until he couldn't sleep anymore and just stayed up wondering of what he had become at a point he was amused and could only imagine what extent his powers could reach but then the thought of Magret swept through his mind and to that he could only think to himself " I've become the same thing that took you away from me" and so he continued the rest of his night. It was dawn already as indicated by the chickens in the farm, Damian then continued his journey to Britain, he had arrived at the docks and boarded a ship headed north west to Ireland in a disguise and under the new name of John Wilson because as luck would have it he also had a touch of English in him. The journey went on with no hassle on deck and perfect weather conditions where he was dropped off at London, where he spent many years of his life as the British pioneer John Wilson moving from place to place changing his name and identity as he moved for fear of being noticed as someone different, for the main reason being he couldn't age. As the years passed Damian built wealth upon wealth seeing revolutions, wars of great proportions and the world expanding and by 1876 he moved to the United States of America under the identity of Damian Lewis Jackson in the state of New York. Damian started small in the states with money he got from his numerous businesses in Europe investment in things like oil and more building his legacy slowly and steadily,but it still got to the point where he had to worry about his age and the likes, so he devised a plan where he would pay women to pretend to get pregnant for him then leave the area around him for years where he too after sometime will disappear and come back as his son whom stayed away to reclaim his inheritance hand continue his father's legacy. Though people always noticed the strong resemblances they just assumed as they said the blood of the males in the family was strong but in truth the only thing that had changed was Damians name by adding names such as junior or some other. And this continued throughout the end of the 19th century and the 20th century, the only thing that had changed was Damians ability to control himself while in the werewolf state though he occasionally lost control and stained his fur and body with blood. In the year 1999 Damian was reborn as Wilson Damian Smith in the state of Pennsylvania with the only people knowing of his true identity being the butlers he has had over years, but it was the year 2024. In one of those occasional nights where he hungered for blood, Damian had got out in his werewolf form to find flesh to satisfy his desire. Hidden in a forest by the highway the werewolf stood in the shadows waiting for it's prey to show a face, at the other side of the road a bus from California road down, the werewolf had took notice of this bus, as the boss rode pass he jumped on it with its monstrous size making a large " thump sound" almost rerouting the bus until the driver stabilized it, everyone shouted out of fear and when the had silenced their eyes looked up to the roof of the bus with the desperate desire to find out what had caused the sound. After a while of silence and neither seeing nor hearing nothing the minds of the passengers started to settle, until a furry arm the size of a bears broke a window and was pulling a passenger outta his seat with the passenger being pulled back by his neighbors in a fit of reflex, and with this action happening the driver slammed on the breaks, reaching for his emergency gun, what can i say It's America. But even as the bus stopped the hand still held the passenger which turned out to be a young lady in her 20s, the wolf finally yanked her out of the bus jumping to the front of the bus in the light where he was ready to devour his prey until he suddenly stopped, the young lady shivering in his grasp couldn't care to do anything but fear until her eyes met with the monsters, and the rest of the passenger just stood there horrified waiting to witness a brutal carnage of a murder, the people of weak guts had fainted while others became hysteric but the brave driver was focused in trying to find his bullets, and as usual there are the ones who record the stuff for social media. " But could it be, could it be that Magret survived, could it be that she was like him, why didn't she transform it was the full moon" Damian asked himself as his consciousness came back while he held the girl in his claws, the girl who looked like an exact photocopy of Magret the love of his life, he stared at her for a while. then put her down gently and made to leave and that was when the driver finally loaded his gun, running out firing at him, a bullet grazed him which hurt, something he had not felt for a very long while, pain, and a silver bullet. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

As Damian escaped into the dark, his mind only darted back to the girl he just held in his arm. On the other hand the girl had gotten back to the bus and the journey continued and her fellow passengers trying what they thought was to calm her down and make her feel comfortable but her mind too was fixed on the monster, she looked deep in its eyes and saw that there was a good soul behind the scary mask, she felt deep down somehow that there was something human about the beast, she felt a connection but at the end maybe it was just dumb what she was thinking about.

The next day In one of the brightest mornings of mid spring, the doorbell of Damians home rang and his butler got it. It was Mr Damians new assistant who was to arrive today, the butler led her to the room she would be living in and told her she could see Mr Damian at the table for breakfast. The girl's name was Abigail Granger, and she was from California and she was also the girl from the previous night which in most opinions was a rather dramatic night. Ms Abigail had a nice warm bath, changed her clothes then left to the dining table for breakfast. On getting to the dinning, Mr Damian was already having breakfast and she just joined in being served by the butler. " Good morning sir" she greeted, " Good morning, how was your trip" Damian asked, " you would never believe" she said with a grin, " Hectic huh" he replied, " sort of" she replied. But all the while they exchange their little conversation Damian never once looked at her, he just focused on his food. Abigail needed some salt which she grabbed on the table but on keeping it she hit her knee under the table which made her arm jerk with reflex and she shot the salt, Damian caught the salt with seamlessly no effort, the only thing was he caught it with the hand which was wounded with the bullet and so he groaned a bit out of pain. " Oh my I am so sorry I hit my knee and it was kinda like a reflex I didn't mea....." Abigail tried explaining, " it's ok no need to bother yourself about it" Damian cut in, it was only then their eyes met together and on meeting they froze, to Damian it was unbelievable, it was his Magret, but it was also the girl from last night, doesn't she recognise him. To her, she didn't really mind but was bothered with why he was stuck staring at her like he was some anime boy who just saw something unbelievable, the only thing that stood out to her were his eyes who she was sure to have seen and she knew just where she had seen them but oh well. He finally broke his stare at her, and just shrugged things up thinking to himself, well she's here and for business. " Where were you last night" asked Abigail, " hmm, what, me, um I was um , home all night" he nervously replied, " why ask that '' he returned a question, " oh my God you're bleeding, where is the first aid kit" she screamed, "it's on the shelf in the kitchen" he replied, she rushed to the kitchen grabbed the kit and got back at lightning speed to his side, dropping on her knees to attend to his wound. " Please try to Raise your shirt let me help" she asked with a voice so graceful, he couldn't speak, he tried but just couldn't say anything so he just did as he was told and watched her clean and stitch his wound, after some minutes she was done and proceeded to scold him which to my opinion as the writer is just so super funny, like you are busy scolding a man who is as old as you're entire generation and is a monster in addition. " How can you be so careless as to allow a wound such as this one be untreated, don't you know it can get infected huh, it isn't advisable to let such things unattended to, and how the hell did you get such an injury, and plus you just stained a perfectly good shirt...." She rambled on, finally coming to her senses and taking note of whom she was talking to. She quickly held her mouth shut and just stood there in what looked to be an air of embarrassment. " Oh I'm sorry to be this careless, I had treated the wound with some alcohol and it seemed dry, I guess me catching on that salt must have strained the area a bit" he replied rather calmly, to this she nodded her head though still in shock even further taken aback by the fact that he was so calm and didn't fire her. For the second time Miss Abigail took to her knees but this time with Plies not cotton, " I am so sorry sir I Di..." She pleaded, but was cut in half by her boss, " It's ok, I understand, it's nothing really" he said. But Miss Abigail still wondered where he had gotten the injury from and as she saw his eyes and the position of the injury she couldn't help but think of what had happened to her on her way to his house, but for all it might seem to be it might have well been a coincidence. They finished breakfast and all Their drama, he took her to his company where he introduced her as his new assistant, and to this, the day went on like a normal work day would, with some workers complaining, others procrastinating, others hating on their co workers and jobs, it is tradition after all. At noon of the day while Damian was working on a project, Abigail walked in to inform him about a meeting he had with some firm, as she got into his office he stopped, he had stopped to look at her, her beauty and flawlessness, it was strange, it was something different, there was something in him he hadn't felt for a very long time, as she got closer to him, and impulse made him stand up and walk towards her but as luck of the infinite universe would have it she tripped on the twisted rug in his lush office and it was then that he caught her in his arms , their eyes were locked together, he felt his heart rush and his body like it was sweating though he was cold, on her end, she felt uneasy but shockingly secure and safe in his arms, they both said nothing and kept drawing closer and closer to each other, to both of them it felt like something they had been used to doing and have done before. Damian Kept drawing himself closer and closer to her with his hand sliding on her beautiful body and to this she was completely and utterly helpless she couldn't help but feel all her emotions being poured out by the actions of a man she barely knows. With his hand on her waist and his mouth just about 4 centimeters to her, he regained control of himself, " oh I'm yes miss Abigail, sorry about that, the rug gets twisted ,so what is it you are here for" he said . And just like that what seemed to make our hearts race had ended in the most unsatisfactory manner, for them both and us all. " Well sir I'm here to inform you that you have a meeting scheduled by 2pm today with the Japanese firm honda" she said with an air of weirdness and with constant uneasy feeling in her body which made her fidget about, " So should i go prepare for our departure with our transportation crew sir" she asked. " No you don't have to bother yourself about anything, I will drive myself and I go to those types of stuff alone" Damian replied. Miss Abigail left as soon as her boss gave his reply , she went to her office, threw herself on her chair and let out a big sigh, " What is he doing to me? '' she asked herself, funnily Mr Damian also asked himself the question to himself at the same time. 2pm came by and Mr Damian left for his appointment, ms Abigail stayed at her office a bit until she decided to go meet some other coworkers, there she instantly bonded with this girl by name Sheryl, it was the afternoon coffee break and there just was a lot of people to meet and get acquainted with Abigail and Sheryl talked and talked, and it was there she got further information and insights to how Damian was especially in the workspace, time had gone on and she decided to go back home, as she got back home she ate some food and decided to binge watch with more food. The appointment took almost all day with Damian coming back home by night time after he had stopped to get some drinks on the way, on entering the house into his living he saw Abigail on the couch covered in a blanket with was seemed to be a marathon of harry potter/ lord of the rings movie playing on screen, but she was asleep, he took her up to her room and laid her there to sleep better and left. The next morning, Abigail woke a asking herself how she got to bed for all she remembered was her watching movies on the couch, she finally woke up toke a bad got herself dressed and prepared for work, she got down stairs and to her greatest surprise, her boss was the one making breakfast in the kitchen, " good morning dear hope your night was good" he said , " good morning sir" she replied with a questionable look on her face, "sir where is your butler and why are you the one doing the cooking" she asked. " Oh I gave Jeremy a week off plus he had to go see his sick brother at the hospital so that's why he isn't around " he replied, " would you mind if I bring breakfast to the table now" he asked'' oh no, i don't " she replied, they both had their breakfast and left for work.

The day at work had come with a lot of stress and damian just wanted to blow some steam anyway possibly and he thought of man's second best friend after the dog, some nice booz or rum or whatever ever you would call it, sitting in his office it was the only thing was Abigail, he didn't know wether to go drop her off or something.

Damian finally decided to ask her if she would care to join him, which she hesitated at first but finally agreed, they went to a pub in the centre of the city where they would get some drinks, initially it was going to be barely just a pint or 2 but as time progressed the had pint on pine and shot on shot it got to a stage where even Damian who was very resistant to alcohol had reached his saturation point though he was only disoriented. " Sir, why do you always look stern and serious" Abigail asked, " well I don't know I guess there's nothing that has been able to make me lighten up, and I've seen a lot" he replied, " do you like me sir" she asked again, " well you are a very likeable person so why not" he replied l, " and please call me Damian" he said. " Ok Mr Damian, I know you know the type of like I'm talking about , the other day in the office for example "she said, " oh umm, i, what, do you think it's hot in here" he replied. She stared at him for a while then went in for a kiss, which he could not resist of course, the kissed so deeply they almost forgot they were at a pub, Damian broke the kiss, giving a rather stern look to her, " what's wrong, did I do anything " she asked, " no " he replied coldly, " then what, or why did you stop, why do you hold back i saw that you want this, I saw it in your eyes" she asked furiously with watery eyes. "I think it's time we went home" he replied, on hearing this she grabbed her purse and zoomed out also grabbing a bottle of whiskey too. Damian settled the bills and followed her outside. They both got into the car but before they started they noticed a young man being harassed by some thugs, Abigail quickly got out of the the car with no hesitation and went to confront the men on the guys behalf, she took the bottle of whiskey she had on her smashing it on one of the thugs head, and since apparently she knew karate she beat 3 of the original 7 thugs before being corned by the other 4, damian whom by this time was watching abigail in amazement now rushed in beating all the thugs to a pulp. " Hey are you ok" Abigail asked the young lad, " yes I am thank you so much" he replied, " here's my card, call me if they still bother you" she said handing her card to the young man. Damian on the other hand just gave the man some really crazy amount of money he called " change" to the lad for him to take care of any damages caused. Damian and Abigail were In the car driving home, with Damian trying to break the silence that has plague the car since they left the pub, " that was a very brave thing you did back there you know", and still she said nothing, he sighed and just continued driving. " Admit it, admit you feel something too" she said, Damian was the one silent this time, but what could he do, " I do, I do feel something about me and you but I don't know what it is" he said, " he likes me , he wants to kiss me, he thinks I'm pretty..." She sang, but I largely think it was because of the drinks personally. Damian just laughed at her song, after sometime driving they had reached home, and it began to pour from the driveway and they both had to run through the rain to his house. Abigail was wet, and wet in two different ways, and Damian too was wet, and as the got in Damian started taking of his clothes showing of his beautiful toned physique which was totally breathtaking for Abigail, from his chest to his packs and muscles she couldn't help but lust on his body and she even became wetter so she in turn took of her clothes, and this time Damian was the one in lust, he could no resist her body, her chest and backside, he wanted to grab her and anything grabable on her body. " I'm here, I'm all yours, this time don't hold back" she said but he had burnt all the thoughts in his head and couldn't do it, not because he didn't want to or couldn't but because he remembered what happened that night with the bus and all. " I'm sorry Abigail but I can't touch you" he said and left for his room. Abigail on the other hand was completely broken. She had hoped deep in her hurt that this should be the best night ever in her life but her prayer had backfired. Meanwhile in his room Damian started regretting, questioning why he had turned her down. Deep down he knew she was what he wanted but he blew it up and now has hurt her this time for real . That night the both slept each with sadness and a mind filled with questions that made regret so relatable. The next morning, which was a Saturday, so none of the two went out, Abigail had made breakfast and was in the living room watching movies. Damian just woke up prepping himself before heading down stairs. " Oh hi good morning" he greeted Abigail, " yh morning, your breakfast is on the table" she replied, he had his breakfast and came over to the living room, he sat the the same couch as her but she Moved to another, he sighed and moved to sit with her, " I'm sorry about last night" he said, " i wanted to but i don't know i guess i h..." He said, " held back, you left me hanging, I felt so thrown away yesterday" she replied, " I'm sorry" he said while moving his fingers gently up her feet, before she could say any other thing, he kissed her and started sending his hand up her ***** , she went instantly wet this time though still dry, she grabbed on him and started following the rhythm, he then carried her while heading upstairs to his room