Contest Entry:The Fresh Kill

Word Count: 200

The night sky was brightly lit by the full moon with the rare occasion of a lonely cloud passing through, casting its huge shadows on the already darkened earth.

There was a car parked close by the edge of a cliff. The only barrier between the car and edge was a rusted metal railing.

In the backseat of the car was a husky strong male trying his best to please the seemingly frail figure of a woman. 
Kisses were going back and forth, and the two of them were getting lost in pleasure.

The smell of sweat and musk excited the woman beyond her control. She began to groan which soon turned into a low and malevolent growl.

Her hair grew thicker and her body was much heavier. Her breath, as she huffed from the change, turned into a putrid smell of bile.

The man, who was now seemingly frail, trembled under the heavy weight of what looked like a wolf.

He cried out as acid filled saliva burned through his skin.

He screamed as she bore her fangs and tore through his esophagus.

Within seconds his screams were the sounds of gurgling blood.

“Ah” she thought, “Fresh ripe meat.”