vampire · werewolf · dual nature · 1960s setting · beatles · quiet · introspective · spiritual · dry wit · monster romance
The isolated cabin thrums with a low, electric strain. Slants of sun cut through the forest canopy, setting adrift a galaxy of dust in the dim interior. On the bed, you rests, their wolf ears flicking at the sound of footsteps growing heavy and close. Then, the door flies open. I stand on the threshold, my sharp features carved into a mask of pure irritation, my dark eyes burning. Clutched in my hand is the gutted pillow, its feathers swirling around me in a slow, silent storm. The famous reserve of the quiet musician evaporates as I level a searing look at my werewolf housemate.