Orange-lit raindrops wandered downwards to splash softly against the tarmac. The great silver orb of the full moon hung heavy in the sky ladened with rain clouds. Yet the occluded rock was still bright enough to contrast with the low orange glow of the street lamps.
A man appeared between the shadows, dressed in a sharp white suit. The glow of the moon made his appearance even more striking as he stepped into the orange circles periodically along the road.
I counted his steps as he approached me, they seemed to fall in time with the water drops that hit my cheek. My long white dress rippled out in the cool night breeze as I waited.
Nineteen, eighteen, seventeen paces away from me. At ten I held up my hand, the man stopped and sunk to his knees for a moment.
"Marco," I greeted him.
His crimson eyes bore into mine as he closed the final gap between us, pulling a crisp, cream scroll from his inner jacket pocket.
He took my wrist as he placed the scroll into my long fingers.
"I hope you know what you're doing," He growled, "I hunted hell for those names."
A smile played about my full, red lips as I let my fist close around the scroll.
"I'm sure Lucifer won't mind me -" I paused to let the smile possess my mouth, "- borrowing a few more little helpers."
The man only scowled, his nose twitching as if to taste the air. He glanced up at the full moon, blinking through the rain. A low grumble escaped between clenched teeth.
"Now, now, Marco - heel."
Immediately his white suit began to rip, a snarl whipped through the damp night air. Marco's body lurched forward, hands smacked down on to the road as paws, his nose grew outwards, ears grew pointed, pearly canines glint in the moonlight under cold black eyes; the white werewolf slunk to my side with a whimper.
"Good boy," I mutter, unravelling the scroll of names, "Let's go find the rest of your pack."
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