Tasha viciously crumpled the note in her hand and tossed it on the floor. She squeezed it so tight that her nails almost dug into her palms. At that fleeting moment, she wanted to kill Elaine. She had a short fuse lately, since the night the wolf died in her arms. She thought she needed to stay there awhile to try to calm down. Instead, Tasha sat at the empty table and continued to fume for a couple of hours. Despite the attempts to forget the ugly woman who stole the handsome man that she wanted for herself, the stubborn thoughts kept creeping back, which only fed her fury. Tasha drank club soda; she lost the taste for alcohol for the rest of the evening. She wanted to be clear headed. The rest of the night, Tasha imagined Elaine and Kirk having the unbridled sex that she and Kirk were supposed to have.
Tasha had enough of thinking about those two. She made up her mind she was going to Elaine's apartment and tell her off. She didn't care if Kirk was there or what he'd think of her, she didn't want him now anyway. Tasha shoved the innocent bystanders aside as she stormed out of the night club. The drive to Elaine's apartment seemed to take forever. She wanted to tell Elaine off right away, she couldn't wait.
Tasha stood outside Elaine's door. Just before she pounded on the door, Tasha heard with her new heightened hearing, the giggling and squeals of delight from inside Elaine's apartment. She felt her eyes get hot with rage, along with the rest of her body. Tasha balled up her fist and pounded on Elaine's door, not caring how early in the morning it was.
Elaine answered the door wearing a sheet wrapped around her sweaty naked body, her hair was disheveled and her face was flushed. Tasha heard Kirk's voice from the bedroom encouraging Elaine to hurry up. With her heightened sense of smell, Tasha caught the scent of sex on Elaine which fed her fury.
Elaine was surprised to see Tasha and blushingly giggled, "Oh, this isn't a good time right now. Can't you tell I'm a little busy with....."
With blazing eyes, she reached out with her right arm and grabbed Elaine's throat, before she could finish what she was going to say and squeezed it hard. Tasha held her throat in a paralyzing grip and lifted her off the floor about six inches with her feet suspended, kicking the air.
"How dare you take Kirk away from me? He didn’t want you, he wanted me, he was just being polite to keep you from rubbing yourself all over him!" Tasha seethed as she clenched her teeth.
With both of her hands, Elaine held onto Tasha's arm to make her release her strong hold. Tasha continued to squeeze as Elaine gasped and gurgled, not giving her any chance to explain. "You conniving bitch, don't you ever do anything like that again!"
Tasha squeezed and shook Elaine’s throat until she went limp in her hand. Tasha saw a glimpse of herself in full-length wood carved mirror that was in Elaine’s entryway and for the first time she saw her eyes bright yellow, like a wolf’s eyes.
Once Tasha saw herself in the mirror, she snapped out of the brief trance. She let go of Elaine’s throat and then Elaine crumpled to the floor like a rag doll. She realized the last thing Elaine saw was her glaring yellow eyes before she died. She was shocked and couldn’t believe what just happened. Tasha pulled the door closed and ran back to her car.
Tasha trembled as she drove home. She remembered her heightened hearing, vision and sense of smell. At that moment, she also remembered the smell of sex and it made her feel sick. She thought to herself, “What the hell is going on with me? I must’ve gotten a virus or something from the old female wolf that died a few days ago, that’s why I’m so irrational and acting weird.”
When she arrived home she went straight to bed, she tried not to think about what she did. In her wildest dreams she never thought she could actually kill anyone. It was only a figure of speech when she thought to herself that she could kill Elaine for stealing the guy that she was interested in. It was just a fleeting thought, because she was so angry. She actually didn’t mean it.
Tasha exhaustedly woke up the next morning and wondered what was going on at Elaine’s apartment. She turned on the morning news to watch if there was any news about Elaine. As she expected, there was a short segment about a murder at her apartment complex. The police had their suspect in custody; they showed a picture of Kirk. They also showed footage of the police dragging off a hysterical man vehemently denying that he murdered the woman. Tasha felt a twinge of guilt when she heard that Kirk was taken into custody.
Then, a strong but faint inner voice from within Tasha took her by surprise and said, “Oh, get over it! Elaine deserved to die for stealing that guy away from you and for being such a conniving bitch. And Kirk deserves what he’s getting for falling for the oldest trick in the book and for believing that bitch and going home with her. Good job in getting rid of the competition.”
Tasha was surprised she had such evil thoughts and for the first time wondered about her newfound abilities. She continued to dwell on the feelings she had when she held Elaine by her throat. She remembered her inner rage, how her own body and eyes felt hot and vibrant at the moment when she grabbed Elaine’s throat and later agreed with that strange inner voice. Tasha slowly realized that she liked killing Elaine, how good it felt to relieve her rage and felt Elaine’s life literally slip through her fingers. Tasha was impressed how easily she lifted her off the floor and crushed her throat. She liked the power she had over someone who deserved it and nothing could match it. She felt more empowered than when she kick-boxed or competed in karate tournaments. At the moment she had no idea that was only the beginning.
