Las Vegas, Nevada....
It was once more late in the night by the time Duko returned to The Silverwire Casino, but he had finally managed to take out his newest target and a few of The Callabero associates that had come after him once the bodies had dropped. He had not planned on spilling blood this afternoon but something in him demanded it after he had taken the bullet to the shoulder courtesy of the coward formerly known as The High Roller. He had not anticipated the full moon behind them as Duko lost control of his senses and eventually got to his feet using agility unheard of as he took out most of the security detail and then the balding cheat himself as he tore his very head from his shoulders in a bold display of brute strength. The glow of his eyes intensified as he snapped the bones in the neck of the portly bastard as he moved toward the last of the security whom had been frozen in place as he witnessed the bloodshed. Pools of crimson littered the alleyway as the semi transformed Duko Lovell stood with his eyes blazing in rage and his semi fur covered flesh exposed to the elements.
A deep growl rumbled from his throat as he set his sights on the final guard ripping through the soft tissue of his suit clad flesh and devoured his still beating heart before setting his sights on the remains of his other victims. Razor sharp fangs tore into the soft gooey flesh that piled onto the ground as the monster many had not been privy to knowing gorged itself on the bountiful feast of the dead and took off into the night driven by the madness of blood lust and the need to hunt after a long measure of suppression.
The screams, if there had been any were drowned out by the noise of the city and people were far too busy to care about anyone that held no real interest in their circle of associates. The terrifying howl of the creature unleashed filled the night as many a citizen went on with their various plans with not a care in the world.
The coppery scent of blood and the lingering stench of death had been intoxicating as the beast that had formerly been Duko Lovell splattered the bodies of various criminal elements along the brick walls of another darkneed alley after they attempted to approach him with the intent of robbing him.
More screams filled the night and more blood had been spilled in the streets no doubt causing a panic as Duko's bloodlust continued to rule over his line of thought. His mind had taken him back to the days of war and the dangerous number of enemies that seemed to be around every corner as he clawed and slashed his way toward what he deemed to have been freedom.
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Several Hours Later....
Crushed bones and bits of flesh were stuck between the teeth of the semi conscious Duko when he awoke in a clearing in the middle of nowhere much as he had ever since his affliction began to take over his life. He had managed to quell his blood lust and regain control after mauling several people whom had still been in piles of dead flesh ripped to shreds around him as he attempted to make sense of what had occured. The last thing he recalled was the burning sensation of being shot via The High Roller and the next moment, he was naked surrounded by bodies and covered once more in blood that had either been a mix of his own or that possibly belonged to the mutilated dead corpses that were unceremoniously tossed about the area.
Duko backed away from the corpses attempting to navigate where he'd been last and make his way back to the casino where The High Roller had been staying. It didn't take him long to retrace his path as the stench of urine and other scents that had been familiar lead back toward the last place he recalled he'd been.
He quickly managed to obtain a few articles of clothing before acquiring the black duffle bag that was once property of the now very obviously deceased High Roller, one Arlon Heller whom had been a well paid associate of The Caballero crime family and their means of getting a foothold on the Vegas territories that they once controlled. Duko took the bag and climbed back onto his bike leaving the bodies and the mystery behind as he headed back toward The Silverwire Casino. He had not meant to kill the portly prick, but the shooting had escalated a situation that didn't need to be escalated.
The sound of the motorcycle speeding off into the distance leaving only a cloud of smoke had been the last sound in the area for quite some time.
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The Penthouse Suite, The Silverwire Casino, Las Vegas, Nevada....
Rae was wide awake when she heard her husband finally come through the door to their penthouse suite. He had been moving quite slowly and she could tell that he'd been covered in blood as he dropped yet another heavy duffle bag into the corner of the room beside the yellow one. She had taken note of the fact that he'd been gone almost the entire night and it worried her to some extent but she didn't say a word as he began taking off his clothes, which were suspiciously odd given his usual style and headed toward the bathroom for a shower. He didn't notice that she'd been awake as she watched him via semi-closed eyelids and kept quiet as he moved about the room.
Once she heard him start the shower and close the door behind him, she climbed out of bed and approached the newest duffle bag and found the wallet that had been tossed onto a nearby counter just before he'd gone to clean himself up. She could see the blood that stained the wallet and splattered across the apparent identification card via Duke's enormous thumb print. She gasped in horror as she dropped the wallet and got to her knees for a better look at the contents of the black duffle bag.
The sight of more cash than she'd ever seen in her entire young life and then some caused her to nearly fall over in shock as she covered her mouth in a bid not to gasp too loud and alert Duke to her being privy to his apparent business as far as how he spent his late nights ever since they had come to this place.
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The Bathroom, The Penthouse Suite, The Silverwire Casino, Las Vegas, Nevada....
Duko stood staring at his reflection in the large mirror that lined the wall of the bathroom in the penthouse suite. He leaned his hands against the sink as the water rushed from the faucet and he stared into his own dark blue eyes for what seemed like the longest time before the rushing water of the shower had gotten his attention. He'd been naked and covered in blood from all sorts of injuries as well as from apparent victims of his. His fangs seemed to detract and extend as if he'd been struggling against something. The shifting glow of his eyes ranging from their natural dark blue hue, to the lustful glow of bright yellow, to the raging red color only seen by those he meant to kill.
He growled like an animal as he struggled with the affliction that had plagued him ever since he'd reached the age of sixteen. His harsh breaths were the only other sound aside from his growling and the rushing water as he glared at his reflection where he was privy to the right side of his face taking on the form of a kind of black fur covered beast with one of his eyes glowing yellow.
His heart beat rather thunderously inside his chest as he found himself unable to contain the excitement the monster in the mirror seemed to radiate through him and his sizeable cock expanded in arousal while his slick sweat and blood stained muscles rippled and flexed in his line of view.
Rae had not been privy to it, but there was a struggle going on behind the bathroom door as her new husband attempted to quell the seemingly feral beast that lurked deep within him.