The Hibernation Hole Café.

I like quiet. I like the dark too. I’ve at all times gravitated to those Cafés that possess those qualities. It doesn’t hurt if they make great espresso as well. A double espresso, something in an Italian roast, served in a double walled stainless steel demitasse cup. Then, discover a corner table in the dark. A former ex-girlfriend once accused me of being a bear. Because I like dark and alone, in a cave. I’m comfortable with that. Apparently, she wasn’t.

So I found this café called “The Hibernation Hole.” I wanted to be there. My first time was a Wednesday. A slow night I hoped. And it was a slow night too. Two or three others besides a couple of workers. Extremely low light and no music. Just blissful quiet. The order was simple. One double espresso, Italian roast. There was some bubbling, hissing and steam. Then served in a gorgeous white ceramic demitasse cup. My nose went to the cup to deeply inhale the entrancing aroma. OMG, the scent was perfect. I shuffled around tables and chairs to a wall. It was almost total darkness. And I, I was alone with my espresso. It doesn’t get any better than this.

The “Hole” became my favorite haunt. But I was never there on the weekends. Then the place was filled with hipsters, wanabe’s and the “In” crowd. The listened to folk singers with an out of tune guitar. OMG!! Once there was a woman playing an autoharp. It was dreadful. Like I said, weekdays were quiet. Then, on a Wednesday in mid-October, during a full moon.

It was cold. A biting wind. The air was thick with the scent of dead leaves and smoke from somewhere. The neighborhood dogs were in fine chorus tonight. The uproar went on and on. The Café was deserted. Just me and the help. I chanced to look up from the frothy top of my espresso. There, deep in the shadows, I wondered I saw someone. This is odd as I had not heard the door open. There was also the sensation of being watched. How peculiar. Mostly, others ignored me. It would seem, like my ex-girlfriend had said, I gave off the vibe of grouchy old bear. Just wanting to left alone. But feeling of being observed was tangible. It made the hair on my neck stand up.

I peered into the gloomy darkness. No one there. Wait, they have moved and closer at that. My eyes played tricks on me. Or my imagination was running away. At first I wondered I saw a wolf. Now that is just absurd. Another glance and it was a woman. She wore a feral smile and it gave me even more chills. I had the impression of a cat and mouse game. I was the mouse. I sipped espresso because I didn’t know what else to do. If I had listened to the little voice in my head, I would have left the building. Another glance and she was closer still. A clearer picture now. She had this long hair that seemed multiple colors. All shades from light blond to black. There were also thick heavy eyebrows, but they seemed to fit her. The ends of which curled up into horns. High cheeks and full blood red lips. I looked away and took another sip.

Such an exotic woman, I wondered to myself. Raising my head, I searched for her. To my utter surprise, she now sat across from me at my table. How is it she moved with such stealth? “Good evening.” She said in a deep throaty voice. The smile returned to her face. Dark eyes that seemed to flash yellow now and again. The hair fell around her shoulders and arms. The V in her blouse drew my attention to tanned full breasts. She laughed as she noticed where my attention had gone. “That is very naughty of you.” She said. “I am Savannah.” A lithe hand extended towards me. She had two inch black lacquered fingernails. Then she leaned towards me and inhaled deeply. “You smell like fear and espresso.” She added quietly. Then she laughed and said. “Are you afraid?”

I sat there pondering my answer. Yeah, I was a little afraid. But I didn’t want to tell her that. My thoughts were interrupted when she asked. “What is your name?” I stuttered a bit as I said. “Chuck.” Savannah’s response was immediate. “Chuck? Oh how nice. Chuck roast is one of my favorite cuts of meat.” This was followed by more laughter. Another thing. Savannah kept leaning forward to show ample bosom, sniffing deeply and licking her lips.

Savannah had many questions. Where was I from? Did I have family? What is my blood type? She took another sniff and said. “I’ll bet you are A positive.” How did she know this? Savannah reached across the table with her right hand. Those long nails idly toyed with my left arm. It occurred to me she is a major flirt. This in conjunction with her blouse that appears to be opening more. I continued to speak about myself as she listened. As I prattled on about my sales analyst job, I felt Savannah’s foot inch up my leg. It’s really getting warm in here. Her foot came to rest between my thighs and massage my cock through my pants. I was sweating profusely. The sight of her cleavage and her touch had me transfixed.

Suddenly Savannah leaned back in her chair. Her foot left my thighs. Both of her feet stomped to the floor. Her hands grasped the blouse and torn it open. Those ample breast fell into plain sight. Savannah stared at me through narrowed eyes and growled. “I want you.” She made one fluid movement. Leaping over the table to land in my lap. Her hands gripped my head and shoved it between her boobs. As my mouth, tongue and lips tried to take her breasts, her hand snaked down my back. Eight black nails tore into my shirt. Savannah spread her arms and my shirt became a shredded heap on the floor. There were also eight deeply red scratches across my flesh.

I remained buried between her breasts. Savannah began to bite my shoulders and neck, hard enough to leave deep marks and bruises. She slide from my lap to stand before me and tore the skirt from her body. She wore nothing underneath. Completely naked and glimmering with sweat. “Take your pants off.” She shrieked in an otherly world scream. I did as she said. I was excited and terrified at the same moment. A voice too deep for her issued from red lips. “I like it doggie style.” And she dropped to all fours. She cast a savage look over her shoulder and growled. “Mount me you bastard.”

I moved behind her and squatted to enter her. The light may have been dim, but I could see and feel she was dripping wet. Unexpectedly, Savannah pushed back against me, taking my full length all at once. I held on to her hips just to keep my balance. She continued rock back and forth against me wildly. Husky breathing issued from her mouth. I could last no longer and I let my seed go deeply inside Savannah. At that moment, she howled as a wolf would. I heard other voices join in as a chorus.

Savannah began to sprout hair on her back and ass. A mixture of growls and howls came from mouth. The ears grew longer and even longer claws appeared on her hands and feet. I turned to run, fearing for my life. A fully changed werewolf leaped in front of the door. Black claws clicked in anticipation. Saliva dripped from canine fangs. “Savannah, you don’t want to do this.” I said, knowing it would be ignored. She inched ever so slowly towards me. Suddenly a lunge and teeth ripped into my neck. I heard myself scream as I fought back. All my strength was used until I had none left. I was tired and it was so difficult to breathe. Savannah dropped me to the floor. My last view was an ever widening pool of my own blood. Then darkness.

Post log.

A half changed Savannah lounged on the floor near a fresh corpse. “I really do enjoy Chuck Roast.” She said aloud. Then picked a morsel to pop into her mouth. Savannah raised a steamy double espresso to her lips. Black nails lightly graced her abdomen. “I really must remember to tell the cubs I had coffee with their father.” Then a long peal of laughter filled the room, gradually changing to a howl.