I don’t know how or why. I don’t really care. I guess everyone else would, but I don’t. What I do care about is how amazing it is.
People know me as supermodel, Lydia Fasser. People love that side of me. Most people think I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. I model swimsuits, lingerie and gorgeous dresses.
Claire Whitley | Rawr
All that happens by day. By night is a different story.
It was Thursday, my last day of an extensive shoot for Gucci. I threw on a smile for them, put on my best face. They had no idea what I’d be doing that night.
It was a little before six p.m. by the time I finally got off. I drove to my cabin, trying to make it before sundown. The beautiful sunset only built my anticipation of the night ahead of me.
I made it to the cabin as the sun was descending behind the mountains. I was still in my strapless blue dress and high heels. Most women would kill for a getup like this, but to me, it was expendable.
I exited the car and stood in the center of the woods, waiting for it. Dusk showered me. And then … the Surge.
Power. Strength. Pleasure. It all filled my body as I transformed. My warm, brown fur spread across my skin. My slender figure expanded into a hulking giant, shredding my dress. Claws extended from my hands and feet, poking out through my heels. My teeth sharpened into fangs. I towered over my car and smiled.
This is me. This is what I look forward to most. This is my gift.
The night is amazing. The night is my home.
Every time I make the front page, I grin. They call me the Night Beast. I’ve been caught on shoddy cameras, sketched out by artists, rumored on conspiracy websites. People think I’m a hideous monster. I’ve seen my reflection. I know I’m hideous, but I feel beautiful.
I stalk the woods, looking for food. I spot a deer, drinking from the creek. I try to be stealthy, unnoticed. I pounce on it, ripping into its flesh. The primal side of me is all I feel. This is dinner.
I hear a rustle in the bushes and duck behind a tree and peek my head out. I see two men, one with a gun. They are beating a woman. She’s crying, begging for help.
I’ve never done this before.
I wake up naked in my bed at the cabin. I miss my true self already. I turn on the TV while I make coffee. The top story: “Local woman: Night Beast saved my life.”
I smile.