My breaths came hard and heavy as my eyes tried to see through the dark. When those quick pants died down I heard something move nearby.

Something that reached out in the dark to grab my jacket and tear it open along with my shirt. I was forcefully pulled forward until my mouth was crushed against wet, juicy lips and my arms settled around a familiar shapely body.

Jenny.

I tried to pull away, to tell her what had happened. She was having none of it. Instead, I was shoved backwards until the bed took my legs from under me to send me sprawling back. The wetness stayed on my mouth before her lips found mine again and kissed me hungrily. Iron and copper ran over my tongue and for a moment I thought she might have burst her lip.

The growl that followed wasn‘t anything a human throat was capable of making.

My eyes opened wide and my arm reached out to the side of the bed for a lamp. I touched the cool, smooth pot base and found it warm and wet before sliding my fingers upwards and finding the switch.

I flicked the Light on and saw the horror that Jenny had wrought. The wallpaper was splattered heavily with dark scarlet that still slowly seeped down to the floor in thick droplets. Torn Lumps of flesh were hanging from the lamp shade beside the bed with tendons and muscle still attached. Jenny lifted herself up to rest atop me, looking down over my body. Those red contacts must have been torn away as she stared at me with fiercely bright, yellow eyes. Her silver amulet was gone and her chest was bare, the two firm, round breasts were coated with a thick layer of blood that carried on upwards to cover her mouth where her jaws seemed to have expanded a few inches to jut forwards with long, razor tipped teeth Linking perfectly between them.

Her hair had grown much more wild and now fell to her Lower back. The ridge of her brow was much more prominent, outlining those eyes of hers with dark shadows. Every inch of her body was pure, lean muscle that now pulsed outward and was laced with bulging veins. The hands that rested on my chest, over my heart, were much larger than before and each thick finger was tipped with a long, black claw.

The blood-soaked feminine figure was looking directly at me as she took deep breaths that made her chest heave with each effort. Those Legs that I had so longed to be between so many times before, now pinned me down with a knee digging into the bloodied covers on each of my flanks.

"Oh God, Jen. Jen, I'm so sorry." I reached up to touch her face and my fingers found her cheek and felt that the flesh was pulled too tightly over the bone and muscle beneath.

I thought I was already dead, but even then, that was all I could think to say to her. I didn't scream or plead. I saw tears blurring my eyes as Jenny looked upon me and then lifted her own hands up to Look at the long talons that had grown in their place. The sight of herself made her jump back and I heard the sound of a dog's whimper. Her back hit the far wall with a shuddering impact and she clawed at her own hands in what seemed to be an attempt to make them go away. Her own blood speckled across the floor. I sat up in the bed to go to her when I saw what remained of Stuart's accomplices.

The first was laid on his back alongside the bed. He had been rolled aside Like forgotten garbage to Lifelessly slump down onto the carpet.

I could see several of his ribs jutting out of his chest, encircling the Large hole that had been gouged over his heart. Nausea Lifted up through my stomach and threatened to overwhelm my mind.

Then I saw the other one, slumped behind the door to the room with his throat ripped apart by Jenny's claws. Dark blood still poured freely over his clothing and pooled around his body. The look in his eyes was not of fear but of distant, glassy shock. As if he never had the chance to work out what had happened to him before death had taken him. I saw that his hand was missing completely. It had fallen to lie on the carpet, still clutching Jenny's silver amulet. She would never have taken it off willingly. They must have attacked her, dragged her inside and then started to rip at her clothes until the amulet had been torn from around her neck.

Jenny had been unleashed.

The urge to vomit fell away along with the fear of what had happened forced into subsidence by another, much more potent force. Rage. I knew then that I was going to kill Stuart. It was an inevitable and inescapable truth. A path lined with raw, hot fury upon which I eagerly took my first step.

I moved with sudden purpose as the adrenaline surged. It didn't take a moment to snatch up the severed hand on the floor and quickly pry away the still-warm fingers to take the amulet. The thing had started to stink, with an awful smell that seemed to have been released in the wake of Jenny's change. I grabbed the silver disc and turned to go to her. It had worked before, it had stopped her change. I hoped to hell it could bring her back.

The change had continued. Her mouth could now be called a muzzle as her nose had been ground down to two small holes at the peak of the snout.

She tried to move her mouth but her skin tore at the corners where it seemed to be pulled far too tight. Her sense of balance seemed to be shifting too as she slumped herself against the wall after trying to stand. The smooth, bronze skin had grown paler and the first wave of thin hairs had begun to sprout across her flesh. It must have itched like crazy as she clawed feverishly at her own body in a futile effort to stop what was happening to her.

I lunged forwards and pressed the amulet to her skin. It immediately hissed and Jenny let out a deafening roar of agony as the silver pressed to the back of her shoulder. She quickly Lashed out at me with one of those terrible claws. The back of her hand connected with my ribs and I felt something crack inside me before I was sent hurtling back against the wall.