((sorry for the wait))
He'd watched her for weeks, stalking her silently through the shadows and keeping track of her every movement. He had watched her on her way to school, while she was out with friends, and even through the windows of her home, the smell of her driving the beast inside of him almost mad with lust.
His kind, werewolf, had lived on this earth for decades keeping themselves hidden from mankind. Tonight though, his little Maria will discover what kind of monsters really hide in the dark.
Werewolves were picky about their choice of prey. For food they had no preference, but to settle a particular kind of hunger not just any girl would do and Maria exemplified this. She was young, innocent, and beautiful but the thing that got the creatures attention was her smell. It had driven him wild since his first encounter with her and finally tonight he planned to take what was his.
That night, as the full moon hid itself behind the clouds keeping the land shrouded in darkness, he approached her lonely home. He growled in annoyance at the pitiful lock blocking his way and with his impressive strength smashed it open with one kick, breaking apart the glass on the door itself and no doubt alerting his prey to his presence. He grinned, the hunt was on.
He entered her room, knowing that she was alone in their. Inside he found no one but could tell she was still in the room, her smell fresh and intoxicating.
He was still in his human form, wearing no shoes, a white t-shirt and loose-fitting pants. Even as a human he was still quite hairy, and combined with his large muscles gave him a terrifying appearance.
He heard a small noise from underneath and instantly knew where she was. "Maria...where are you?" he called out, meaning to scare her more.
He could hear her heart rate increase with his own, though both were for different reasons. Deciding it was time he pressed one foot against the side of her bed and with one shove pushed it against the far wall revealing his prey sprawled out before him.
"Hello my dear."