Six months later...
"Vari, wait!" Lester ran down the street and seized her arm, spinning her to him and catching her around the waist.
*Weapons detected.... None* Vari saw at the corner of her vision and relaxed slightly.
She had met Lester at a biker bar a couple of weeks ago and had enjoyed talking to him over texts and dates. He was a pretty good conversationalist and they shared some common interests.
Pity she had to kill him.
You see, as smooth and as sweet and seemingly nice Lester was now, Vari's initial scan of that biker bar had indicated him as the one who had done the most damage to women. Or as she called it, he ranked the highest on the jerk meter.
After some background checks over a few dates, Vari understood why. The Black Widow Network had helpfully turned up reports of a dead ex-girlfriend, who had committed suicide after finding out that he had fooled around behind her back. There were also other bits of evidence, carefully dug up by the Network that pointed to him as the cause for several attempted suicides and one woman in a mental asylum.
Tonight would be the night to do the dirty deed, Vari decided in the way other people decided to go home with their dates.
"Come on, doll," Lester leaned in close, his silky brown locks brushing her hair as he rested his forehead against hers. He was handsome in a rugged way, all tall and muscular, always in a worn leather jacket and his messy hair worn just a little too long.
She knew why the girls fell for him as easily as they did. He was easily six feet tall and in his boots, a girl felt safe and protected. But unlike the other girls, Vari knew that the one they needed protection from was him.
"No, you come on," She replied, smiling coyly as she backed into an alley that had a dead end, quiet and far away enough from the main street.
With her inviting smile and her hands tugging on the front of his jacket, Lester followed willingly, a predatory grin on his face. He immediately pressed her into the dirt caked wall, crowding into her space.
Reaching up, she ran a hand through those lovable, shaggy strands. I'll miss our late night talks, she thought fondly.
As he leaned in for a kiss, she activated her Close Combat Abilities and seized his head, intending to snap his neck, hard and fast.
What she didn't expect was to be flung against the opposite wall so hard that she thought she heard a rib crack.
What the heck? She thought, quickly getting to her feet and assuming a guarded position. Why is he so strong? Over the past six months, Vari hadn't been snoozing, she had taken down over 20 douchebags, leveling up to a respectable Level 7.
In that time, she had quickly gotten the hang of her fighting skills and even knew how to use her Charm Ability and Stealth Mode to get in and out of sticky situations fast.
But never had she encountered a target who had reacted with such speed and strength!
With lightning fast reflexes, Vari leapt aside as a huge fist came her way, but she wasn't fast enough to block the kick that followed. Rolling with the momentum, she struck out, landing hard blows on Lester's face and neck and hoping to disorient him.
She felt her knuckle connect with the soft cartilage of his nose and the warm gush of blood as Lester let out an anguished howl.
With a terrifying growl, he swatted her away and she darted back to avoid getting hit again. She watched in horror as he began... Changing?
Mouth agape and eyes wide, Vari stood frozen as Lester's body and face bulged, rippling while he let out another growl that sounded more animal than human. Cornered in an alley with nothing but her wits and skills, Vari felt vastly unprepared when faced with this hulking beast.
Fur had sprouted and his nails had lengthened into claws, even his face had lengthened, allowing sharp teeth to be bared as the creature panted down at her. Taking an involuntary step back, Vari felt her back hit the wall as she took in this unbelievable being that was currently very pissed off at her.
"Werewolf?" She whispered. Did those exist?
The creature in front of her grinned to expose neat rows of sharp teeth.
"Of course we do, doll."