The bar stank of stale beer, sweat and sex. The humidity inside was stifling but that didn’t slow the frenetic gyrations of those on the dance floor. As the music thundered, the tightly packed crowd seemed almost in a trance. Glazed eyes stared at one another as they danced to the modern tribal beat.

Josh pressed himself tighter against Stacy, or was it Tracy? At the moment he didn’t care. As he groped her ass, she surprised him by pulling off his shirt and throwing it into the crowd. She leaned forward, smiled a devilish grin and flicked his exposed nipples with her tongue.

Although he’d brought some roofies with him, which had come in handy many times before, he didn’t think he’d be needing the drug tonight.

Josh’s body glistened with sweat as he watched his dance partner practically giving him a bath with her tongue. The way she lapped at his chest and shoulders and neck reminded him of how his dog licked his hand over and over again for the salt.

He arched his neck back and stared at the ceiling as she worked her way down his body.

Small stars filled the ceiling making Josh dizzy. He couldn’t figure out if they were painted on or just decals. Stringed lights in the shape of little red peppers bordered the ceiling and cast an eerie red glow across the stars. In the centre of the ceiling a large full moon hovered menacingly over him. It too was drenched in the blood-like glow of the red pepper lights.

Somewhere in the crowd someone screamed. Josh couldn’t see who it was but the scream broke him from his trance-like gaze at the ceiling. He looked down at his dance partner who was now on her knees and smiled. She looked back at him. The intensity in her eyes flickered like flames.

She tugged at his belt.

Josh decided they’d better find a room.

As he reached to pull her up, a hand yanked his shoulder, spinning him around. In front of him stood his friend Mike. Behind Mike, supported by Drew and Chris, was Bruce. Bruce looked as pale as ash, but it was the blood dripping down his neck that caught Josh’s attention.

“What the hell happened?” Josh asked, keeping his distance so he wouldn’t get any blood on himself.

“We’re getting the fuck out of here,” Mike told him, looking over his shoulder as if something might be coming after him.

“She bit me,” Bruce said feebly as he held his hands against his wound.

Stacy, or Tracy, stood up nonchalantly and patted Josh on the ass. “I’m going to the bar for a drink,” she said.

Surprised by her nonchalance, he only managed a nod as he watched her walk away.

He turned to Mike. “What the fuck is your problem?” he asked. “Take him to the john and clean him up.”

Mike looked at him with disgust. “He’s got a fucking gouge in his neck.”

Bruce looked like he might pass out but he managed to say, “She bit me,” again.

“I heard you the first time,” Josh said as he approached him. “Let me have a look.”

Bruce reluctantly pulled his hands away, revealing a nasty wound which seemed to pulse with every heartbeat.

Josh couldn’t believe the look of the wound but put on a brave face. “It’s not so bad,” he said. “But I don’t think we should move him until the bleeding stops. Find him a chair and let him sit down for a while.”

Bruce regained some of his colour. “Screw you. I’m getting out of here,” he said. “This place is fucked.”

“There’s nothing wrong with this place, you pussy,” Josh said.

Mike walked back to Bruce and put an arm around him to help prop him up. “We’re taking him to Emergency,” he said. “Are you coming or not?”

Josh looked towards the bar and spotted her. His mind raced with the different scenarios. If his friends left and he didn’t score he was out taxi fare. If he did go he might be missing the best sex he’d had in years.

“Forget her,” Drew said. “She’ll probably bite off something worse. We have to get Bruce to the hospital.”

“All right, all right,” Josh said. “Take him out to the car and I’ll be there in a minute. I just have to say goodbye.”

“You better not be fucking with us,” Mike said. “You got two minutes and then we’re gone.”

“Give me one.”

“You got it,” Mike told him. “Don’t let your pecker do your thinking for you.” Mike gently turned Bruce around and the group of them disappeared into the crowd.

Josh ran his fingers through his hair as he let out a deep breath.

He’d decided what he had to do.

The crowd was tight with half-clad, sexually charged bodies. Josh pushed his way towards the bar, letting his hands brush against asses as he walked along. Get it where you can, he thought.

She stood at the bar, her skin glistening from the work out on the dance floor. As Josh approached, he saw her lift her face in the air. She seemed to sniff at it as if she’d smelled a fart and was trying to figure out who the culprit was. After one more sniff she slowly turned her head and their eyes met.

“I thought I sensed you coming,” she said.

“Sorry about my friends, they...”

She put a finger to his lips. “You have to go,” she said.

“What?” Josh felt the anger rise inside him. If this bitch thought she could just blow him off after her little tease session, she had another thing coming. He kept up his smile despite his venomous thoughts.

“I can’t explain,” she said. “Just trust me that you should leave. Now.”

He reached into his pants pocket and fingered the package of powdery substance, the one he kept for moments like these. He cupped his hand around it and casually pulled it from his pocket.

“But my friends are gone,” he lied. “I thought we had something going so I told them to go ahead.”

She smiled. “We do,” she said. “That’s why you have to go. Please, you just have to trust me.”

He studied her face. She was stunning. Her long brown hair and those dark eyes. The kind of dark that hides their true colour. When he looked at her in a certain way her eyes seemed almost red. And her teeth were whiter than any he’d seen before. He had a thing for white teeth. Call it a fetish if you will. They were a bit more jagged than he liked, but nothing a good filing couldn’t fix.

“How will I get home?” he asked.

She didn’t answer. She seemed nervous and preoccupied. The idea that there might be a boyfriend involved in all this crossed his mind. She began to look around the bar in a way that only added credence to his theory. He used her distraction to drop the drug quickly into her drink.

“I’ll make you a deal,” he said after he finished pouring the roofie into her drink. “Walk me to a cab and give me your number. Or better yet, give me a drive home and I’ll go.”

She thought about this for a moment and agreed. She grabbed for her glass and with a couple of large gulps, drained her drink.

Things couldn’t be going better, he thought.

She grabbed his hand and he was surprised by how strong her grip was. She gave him a tug that nearly lifted him from his feet and they were off.

“What’s the big hurry?” he asked, trying to keep up.

She looked up at the clock above the front doors of the bar. It was only a few minutes before midnight. She gave him another tug.

As she yanked him through the crowd, Josh noticed a couple of gigantic bouncer types suddenly appear in front of the doors as if to bar their exit. Josh had a sudden feeling that something wasn’t right.

He tried to pull away but her grip held firm. Had they seen him spike her drink, he wondered? Perspiration ran down his back and he felt scared for the first time in quite a while.

“Open the doors,” she yelled over the din of the crowd.

The bouncers didn’t move.

At the speed they were going, Josh feared they might crash headfirst into the doors, but at the last moment the bouncers threw them open. She gave another yank and Josh felt himself lift off the ground and fly through the open doors. As he crashed to the ground outside the bar, he thought he heard the clock strike midnight. At first he thought the bonging was in his head. A side effect from his crash landing. After the twelfth bong the doors to the bar slammed shut and Josh knew it wasn’t in his head.

He lay there, stunned.

Everything seemed eerily quiet.

Then the screaming started.

“Get up,” she said, her voice starting to sound slurred.

Josh sat up. “What the hell’s going on?”

“We have to go,” she ordered, “now.”

Horrible screams filled the air. Josh turned to look at the bar. He felt her tight grip around his arm again. Before he knew it, he was back on his feet.

“What’s going on in there?” he asked, staring at the bar as she pulled him away.

“Nothing you want to see,” she said.

The bar’s lights went out.

“Run,” she said.

They hadn’t made it half a block when the doors to the bar burst open. A young woman ran screaming from the doorway and into the street; behind her a guy built like a football player quickly followed. Her boyfriend, Josh guessed. The boyfriend seemed to have something in a headlock.

From where Josh stood it looked liked the boyfriend was fighting with a large dog. The girlfriend spotted Josh and turned to face him.

“Help us,” she screamed.

Josh stood in horror as a dark hairy figure shot out from the bar like a rocket and attacked the girl. A fountain of blood spewed from her ravaged neck.

Josh couldn’t move.

“You can’t help them,” his date said, once again tugging at his arm.

Instincts kicked in and Josh didn’t need anyone tugging at him anymore. The two of them ran until he couldn’t run any further.

Josh bent over, clutching his sides as he drew in deep gulps of air. Each breath sent a new stitch of pain up his side. He lifted his head and looked around. Fucking bikers, he thought. He’d heard about bikers using dogs to settle scores. It was a new tactic they used to put the fear into those who didn’t fall in line. At least that’s what he wanted to believe.

He straightened up and took a quick look around. The coast looked clear. Josh let out a sigh of relief but wondered how she’d known something was going down. He turned to ask her that very question when he noticed her doubled over in pain. Shouldn’t have drank my potion so fast, he thought to himself, clearly satisfied with how things were turning out.

“It’s too late,” she said, clutching her belly. With trembling hands she reached into a pocket and brought out a set of keys. “Take my car,” she said. “It’s the red one right over there.” She nodded her head towards a parked sports car down the road.” She tossed the keys to him and they dropped by his feet.

Josh picked up the keys. “Are you okay?” he asked, trying his best to sound concerned.

“I’m changing,” she seemed to growl. “Run.”

You’re changing all right, he thought to himself. He walked over to her and put an arm around her as he checked the area for possible witnesses. He helped her walk into the dark shadows of the closest alley, whispering soothing words of comfort to her. It wasn’t his preferred choice of setting but sex was sex.

He laid her down on the paved alleyway and began to undo his belt.

She tried to get up but collapsed to the ground with a grunt. “What did you do?” she asked pathetically. Her back arched as if she’d landed on a rock. “You stupid, stupid man.”

We’ll see who’s the stupid one, he told himself.

Slurring her words badly she said, “I liked you. I wanted to protect you.”

“Thanks honey,” he answered. “I appreciate your gesture, but you’re of more use to me like this.” He unzipped his pants and let them slip down to his ankles, his erection proudly showing in the dim light.

“I can’t change,” she said.

“No worries there,” he told her. He bent down and reached for her top.

“If I can’t change I can’t protect you.”

Smiling, Josh showed her the rubber he had ready. “It’s okay, I brought my own protection.”

As he peeled off her top, her hand sprang up and grabbed his wrist. Surprised, he looked at it and noticed the patches of hair that had appeared on her arm and hand. Where the fuck did that come from? He pulled away in disgust. Her grip loosened and her arm fell to the ground.

The drug had finally put her under.

The sight of the hair had surprised him. Why hadn’t he noticed it before and what other surprises had she kept from him, he wondered? He wasn’t going to let a little set-back slow him down, though. He climbed on top of her and leaned in for a kiss but stopped and stared at her in confusion. Her face was covered in hair and those pearly white teeth he’d so admired earlier now seemed more like fangs than teeth.

Josh jumped to his feet, his erection now gone south. “What the fuck,” he muttered.

A deep growl sounded behind him.

Slowly, Josh turned. His pants still hung around his ankles.

Standing at the edge of the alley were things you only saw at the movies.

Three large, hulking werewolves left the light of the street and entered the darkness of the alley and moved menacingly towards him.

Josh stood frozen in terror, unable to scream, his flaccid penis pointing at the pants around his ankles.

And in the dim light of the alleyway, the last thing Josh saw were their oh-so-white teeth.