A Dark Night
#1 of Samantha The Anthro-Wolf
Copyright (c) 2011
Samantha drove down the dark road listening idly to the radio. It was a dark night, the moon was full. She gripped the wheel gently with her paws as she looked down ather speed, the needle bounced a tad over 90 MPH. "Too fast", she thought as she lifted her foot from the accelerator, her black Mustang Boss 304 slowing gradually. She looked ahead again and before she could react, hit a man crossing under a streetlight. But, there was no sound, no thud, no cruch of metal. She stopped her car, loud screeching coming from her car and the engine stalled, she had forgot to press the clutch before the brake. She was panting heavily, her heart pounding, "Oh god, I just killed a man... fuck fuck fuck, what am I going to do now?", she thought as she looked back. The man was standing there, looking at her. Sam was even more scared now, not about the consequinces of murder, but for her life now. The fur on the back of her neck stood on end, she frantically tried to start her car, again forgetting the clutch. It failed to start, her paw shaking over the keys, her eyes locked on the rear view mirror, watching the dark man who seemed to be covered in a layer of shadows. Finally as she got the car started correctly, the streetlight flickered, and went out for a moment. When thel ight came on again, the man was gone. She moved her eyes off the mirror and looked ahead, her hands shaking as she grabbed the wheel hard, and moved the car into first. She started to drive home, muttering to herself, "Just let it go Sam, you're tired. Hard day at work is all. You're seeing things, just seeing things." , she said to herself, trying to push the thoughts away, and it worked, for the most part. She had got herself calm, and mostly in control. In a couple hours she pulled inot her driveway and inot the garage. When she got out and was turning to leave the garage, she saw him. The dark man was standing at the end of her driveway, that envelope of light shadows still coveringh im, she could tell he was in some kind of suit. She clenched her fists, and closed her eyes, then when she opened them the man was gone. She visibly shivered and hurried to the door, unlocking her simple house. Once inside she started a fire in the fireplace and got a scotch and sat in the soft chair in front of it, she thought a drink would help her calm dowm forget all this. It did, for a little while at least. Then she got scared again and whent upstairs and got her gun from the nightstand by her bed. She came back down to the living room and her soft chair. She soon fell asleep in the chair, her gun on her lap, an empty scotch glass on the small table by her side.
As her clock rolled over to midnight, she awoke with a start. She looked around and saw the front door was open, a storm was coming in and rain was blowing inside, the latch never was very sturdy. She got up and shut the door, and as it clicked inot place, the fire went out cold, not even an ember glowed. Sam was shaking now, "Hello?" , she called out, holding up her gun, looking around, the weapon shaking in her hands. She got a little sleep, but not much, the storm and her own fears keeping her awake. Though in the night she found herself searching every room in her house, gun always at the ready. On more than one occasion she had seen the dark man, and had the bullet holes in her walls to prove it. She tried to shrug it off, the storm ending and sun starting to come up and light her house through the windows. She felt some relief and finally got some sleep, her job was in the evening and night, but, she had a real feeling she'd only get a few hours. She got up around 6 PM and headed off to work, getting in her car and heading off for the city and the bar she bartended at. She tried pushing the thoughts of the dark man away, and as the usual crowd came through and the usuall men hit on her, it helped her focus on work and she pretty much forgot about the dark man.
Sam was locking up the bar, her day done. She came outside and locked the door. She had to cross the street to get to her car. She was alone on the empty street, a few lights burned in thel ights in the streetlamps, but not many. She hated working in the "bad" part of town. Nut, through routine, Sam always parked under a working light. As she crossed the street she looked over, the dark man was standing under a light half a block away. She ran to her car, throwing the door open and getting in. She fumbled with her keys, and dropped them, "Fuck!" , she exlamined as she bent down to get them searching the floorboard. When she came back up with them her heart was racing. She saw that the dark man was coming slowly closer towards the front of her car. She got the car started and quickle putting it in reverse, almost forgetting the clutch. She drove backwards away from the dark man. As she passed through the next intersection the dark man dissapeared. Sam stopped the car, her hands were shaking she was holding the wheel so tight. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving, her heart pounding. She looked inot the rear view mirror and saw the dark man behind the car, close enough to touch it. She tried to drive away, but the car stalled, another fault of her own panic combined with a manual transmition. Sam started to cry, tears rolling from her eyes and down her cheeks, wetting her fur. She screamed at the dark man from inside the car, "What do you want from me!?" , she cried out. The dark man appeared in her back seat. "I want you" , the dark man said in low ominous voice, distorted as if coming from a far away place, or down a long hallway. His hand went out quickly and grabbed Sam's shoulder. Her shoulder went cold and numb, the feeling leaving her body.
She was left alone with only the sound of her breathing and beating heart. Then even that went low, her breathing was pained and her heart slowed. Sam felt cold, listening as her heart stopped, her breathing grew quiet.
She was dead.
Then she woke, the world coming back and she saw herself, she was setting in her car, limp and lifeless. Her car was crashed into a streetlight. The dark man was beside her. She could feel a warmth behind her and she turned to see a bright doorway. She turned and looked back at her body in her car, the newspaper would say she probably crashed due to drinking most likely. She shook her head and looked at the door. She was unsure, scared, but feeling something good beyond the door waited for her. The dark man pats her on the back, "It's ok, you are going to be ok Samantha." She looked back at the door, gulping a little, but she wasn't scared, her fears gone. She stepped through the door and her body was enveloped in a pleasant feeling, all her fears and worries lifting away.