Wendigo Love

A man discovers his lover is a Wendigo.

Wendigo Love

          She morphed slowly, staring at her lover, a 6’ tall, handsome man with strong build, messy blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and a nicely groomed goatee, the whole time. Her body built up, bulking up and growing hair everywhere, her clothes ripping away from her body and ending up in shreds on the floor. Her teeth and fingernails lengthened, growing pointy and sharp. She watched, pleased as the look of surprise quickly became one of horror and fear. Good, fear would make the kill that much better.
         “What, what, what?” Stammered Jeff, unable to keep the quiver from his voice.
         “I’m a Wendigo,” Callie explained, not bothering to elaborate as she inched her way forward.
         “A Wendi-what?”
         “Wendigo,” Callie told him patiently, now stalking towards him.
         Stunned, he was unable to move, a plus really, she thought, because chasing him was not in her plans.
         “A Wendigo,” she supplied again, “ A creature that takes love struck men or women and eats their hearts.”
         She was close enough now, so Callie grabbed him with her claws and pulled him close, ripping his shirt to shreds in the process.
         “But, I love you. I thought you loved me,” Jeff whispered, fear fading from his voice as confusion took over.
         “No, you love that gorgeous blonde with the curvy figure and piercing green eyes, you don’t love me, you don’t know me!” She growled hard, pushing him down on the ground and raising her hand to slash.
         “But I want to know you! I love everything I know about you so far, please let me know the real you!” The fear that he’d first experienced had slowly changed and now he was remembering all the things he loved about this woman.
         “And I do love you! Your cynicism, your approach to love, your mind and even your alter, the Wendigo. You’re kinda cute for a Wendigo,” Jeff intoned, the quiver in his voice gone as he stared at her lovingly.
         Shocked, unable to think, she reacted on instinct and slashed with her claws, reaching into his chest cavity and pulling out his pulsing heart with a shriek. Then she stared, as he became white and unmoving under her.
         Suddenly she morphed back, naked, and screamed a terrible scream of loss. She’d killed the only man to love her. Shaking, she stared at the heart in her hand, clutching it to her breast as blood seeped into cream colored skin and the beats slowed to nothing.

         Later, in her cavelike home, she vowed to never kill another. Sitting in her overstuffed maroon armchair she stared at the heart now being held in a crystal enclosure on her mantelpiece, she whispered, “I love you, too.”