Compatible Monsters - 7

"Of course, my darling. I apologize.

I won't use you like that anymore,

But I'd point out some things, if you don't mind.

For one, I asked you not to take his life;

A hostage would have come in handy, no?

Yet this one thing, you flatly disobeyed.

Not as though I cared about his life -- 

Most certainly, the man deserved to die --

But he's no longer useful to us now,

In fact, you've put a wrinkle in the plan.

They'll wonder where he is and come looking,  

And when they find him, all hell will break loose. 

Don't misunderstand me, little one:

I expected quite the massacre,

But you exceeded my expectations;

It seems the changes come on rapidly.

You feel it coming, don't you -- the fury?

The overwhelming need to hunt, and kill. 

Your senses sharpening, much like your teeth,

Transformed by forces ancient and primal,

A cocktail of instinct and pure fury,

Reborn, howling under the Blood Moon;

Ravenous for meat -- the flesh of men --

A rather horrid mess, the whole affair. 

Some call your kind 'werewolves', but that's not true.

The creature you become can be varied, 

Though only carnivores -- that much is known,

And only women suffer from the curse. 

The details of it aren't relevant, 

And something I don't care to talk about. 

All that matters now is our escape;

We need to get ourselves out of here,

Unless you'd rather be strapped to the bunk,

And drugged into a chemical coma?

I didn't think so. There's no time to waste.

Close and lock the door, with him inside;

Now follow me -- I know a place to hide."