The beauty of nature's love - John Pallister (read out loud books TXT) 📗

It wasn’t the way her eyes caught mine; it was her raw passion that pulled me in. Piercing blood diamond stare and her unusual unkempt nature had a hidden undertone of attraction. Her name was Alainera, an unusual name to go with an intriguing woman.
It all began at a strange gothic club where I had met her. She even stood out against the gothic rockers who had been head banging to what I could only imagine was Satan’s cesspit of an orchestra. The way she moved was uneven and her mannerisms were somewhat wild, but I could sense some form of sadness or loss within this troubled soul. I had tried to ask for her number over the noise but was greeted with a grunt, a grunt that was mirrored with an obscure body language. This followed by her lips touching mine as she grabbed me, pulled me close and tugging at my t-shirt as if to rip it off in a lust of excitement.
I had been warned of her erratic behaviour and also although dark and gothic she was beautiful in looks. These urges had bypassed any rational choice as I to felt my basic instincts kicking in, hormones ravaging and adrenaline pumping.
The hypnotic sounds from the drums caused me to lose all perspective and I found myself being thrown onto a table as she desperately tried to rip off my trousers. The rest of the dancers or rockers as they called themselves seemed oblivious to this type of behaviour.
That night had been wild, very wild in fact and I thought she must have been on drugs, but when questioned she had no idea what I was on about. In fact her basic common knowledge of communication was alarmingly underdeveloped. She spoke with simple words or not at all while at the same time using bizarre movements of body and sounds almost like a mating ritual.
To say I loved her was a bit exaggerated, intrigue was a better word. We had spent some time together now and a walk in the woods and around nature or animals is where she seemed more docile. The days were subdued and the nights were wild but this thrill appealed to me. It was after a month or so that she began to show more compassion or feelings of how a young attractive women should show. This was where she began to start having feeling towards me. Proper feelings but even then these were bizarre.
From what I could make out at the time, she had told me that her past was hard to remember. Her father wasn’t the man who was with the female who carried her. She said that this man had tried to control the beast within her.
I told her that we all had beasts inside us and that her father obviously wanted what was best for her. I had quizzed her about her real father but she was confused and told me she had many father figures when very young.
The basic functioning of her life and how she tackled or dealt with things was hard for me to understand. She kept asking if I would truly accept who she really was. I gave her little smiles and reassurances that although I didn’t truly understand I was willing to listen open up and accept her for who she was. This had given her a glint in her smile and she had started to dress in different colours that weren’t black.
One night I found her watching TV admiring the actresses. I told her to come to bed and asked her what she was doing. All she wanted was love and understanding, wondering what women pleased me and in particular their clothes that they were wearing.
I thought she might have had some form of mental impairment or social anxiety but this was not backed up by her confidence forward and alert nature.
It was on a full moon that things began to confuse me a lot more. She had reached into her bag and was taking some tablets. Her response to me was aggressive. The foul language was the first sign that something wasn’t quite right. She told me that it was necessary for her to take them and kept asking over and over again if I truly loved her. This plea was not a desperate plea but was scary demanding and sent shivers down my spine. I told her that if I was to understand I would need to know what was wrong and for her to be honest with me as to what the tablets were as well as what they were for. She had got extremely emotional upset and simultaneously angry about this explaining that it was best I didn’t know.
Maybe it was wrong of me to go snooping but one day when she was sleeping on the couch I went into her hand bag and took out the tablets. They were silver in nature and had a sticky coating around them. The packaging around the tablets was odd with tablet names I had never heard of. The instructions for the dose were written in a strange obscure dialect which to me looked ancient or possibly Eastern European. I decided to lie to her and tell her I had to run an errand as I stole some of the tablets. I don’t think she believed me but she seemed so tired lacking in energy to care.
I had gone to the library where I would begin my research. There seemed to be a pharmaceutical name and practitioner that I could make out as a lead. After an hour or so I managed to find the name linked to a number so I rang it up. The voice on the other end wasn’t English but changed to my language to communicate. The owner of the voice was very defensive even nervous and I could tell he was lying when I mentioned Alainera. Startled by this obscure phone call I had had enough and I wanted answers as to what was going on.
As I got home Alainera was nowhere to be seen and oddly all her clothes were still on the bed or in the wardrobe. I knew this because she rarely bought any and had only had a select few she would alternate between. Panicking I rang up my friend Gerald. He just shouted at me telling me that she was a nut cake and that he cursed the day I ever got involved with her.
I broke down as I sat on the chair praying and wishing for her return. My heart was being torn to pieces. All I wanted was to be with her and I felt betrayed upset that she was keeping something from me. She could be anywhere being her and I elected on waiting till she came back. I sat back in the chair and drifted off.
Suddenly I heard an almighty crash and a howling sound outside. I jumped out my skin and went onto the defensive. It was then Alainera came rushing in completely naked, her eyes bulging red. I could see sharper teeth and a more curved posture almost as if she was trying to walk on all fours.
“What the hell is going on?” I screamed in severe panic.
She snarled angrily telling me I had betrayed her. She needed those tablets and this is something I never understood.
“I loved you, I trusted you. Guess I could never be human.” She screamed
“What are you on about, what is going on?”
“I’m a lycanthrope, not just any lycanthrope I was born a wolf. You filthy humans stole me from my pack and injected me with a serum found in a werewolf. There my father, my Practitioner raised me to be a human. Those tablets stopped me changing back into a wolf. Something to do with creating a human with all the powerful tendencies of a wolf. What gave them the right to change me? At first I went along with them and after meeting you, I thought I could be happy with you. Be a human. You betrayed me. I love you and I want to be with you, but not in this form. I have so much to show you.”
I shouted out as I finally realised what she meant. Her teeth dug into my neck and her nails ripped down my body as she gave me love for the last time as a human. I wept as I waited my fate to be a wolf. Changing hideously as a female wolf looked on licking her lips in satisfaction and lust. She chased me out the door and into the nearby words where we had shared so many kisses before.

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Publication Date: 03-30-2012

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