4 Becoming A Beast and Saving A Beauty

POV Change - 3rd Person Perspective

(A/N - Just a disclaimer before you read this chapter but this will get pretty heavy, okay? There will be some very serious themes in this chapter. Including, but not limited to, attempted rape and assault. If any of these things are things you either shouldn't be or can't be reading, then you should just skip over this POV. I do not condone any of the actions taken by the character in this POV and if you think any of these actions are normal or you find it in yourself that you want to repeat these actions yourself, then get help. Please.)

Richard stepped out of his less than luxurious apartment, slicking his hair back with too much oil and giving his hair a very greasy appearance. Put together with his loose-fitting trench coat, well-worn jeans and his white dress shirt, he looked somewhat shady and very sleazy. Especially with the two top buttons of his shirt being undone and showing his overly hairy chest.

Yet Richard didn't care what the average passerby thought of his get up. All he cared about was how he personally though he looked pretty good.

Though such thoughts were only brought on by narcissism as it was very clear the gaunt, scrawny man was anything but good-looking.

Which is probably why he'd turned out the way he had.

Smirking to himself, his shrewd and rat-like eyes scanned over the scarce crowds around his apartment entrance. Though evidently he didn't find what he was looking for as he scratched at his aquiline nose before grunting and turning to walk down the street - he mentally remarked how there was nothing good around his apartment. How it was closer to the University. He knew. After all, once upon a time he'd attended that university and he'd moved to an apartment in Manhattan just to be close to the place.

So, under the darkening sky, he began to walk the streets with his hands in his pockets while he occasionally winked and whistled at passing ladies. All of which either ignored him or gave him a comeback that boiled down to two things - either flipping him off and giving him the bird, or verbally telling him to fuck off.

Richard grumbled at these reactions. It was either ignorance or verbal retaliation - he couldn't figure out why they reacted this way. After all, all he was doing was complimenting their beauty*.

That didn't deserve such harsh rebuttals, did it?

(*A/N - Sadly some guys actually think like this.)

But he didn't let it hold him back or down for long as he prowled the streets for the coming dozen of so minutes. And then he saw her.

Beautiful light blonde hair. Eyes that looked beautifully blue - like the sea if it was illuminated just right by the rising sun. Eyes like this...Richard felt like he was drowning in them. Like a moth to the flame, he practically slithered his way closer to her. The closer he got, the more enthralled he became and the more he could see of her.

The greasy man licked his lips when he saw the curves she had and the soft flesh that covered her bones. He couldn't wait for it. Yet being an experienced predator, Richard lay off away from the blonde and kept his distance while staying in the crowd.

He was indiscernible right now and could watch the young woman with all the vigor he wanted.

She seemed to have gone out to buy some takeout...Chinese from the looks of it, and she was heading back to the University dorms for woman. How did Richard know this? Because he's experienced with this sort of cat and mouse game. Especially with young women from Empire State University.

So, he continued following her. As the night went on and the crowd got thinner, it didn't take long until it was just Richard and the beautiful blonde.

She was rightfully suspicious of him by now, but it was already too late. They'd entered the hunting ground.

What was the hunting ground? It was a particularly older neighborhood and hadn't been updated with CCTV cameras and whatnot. It was also a place filled with alleyways and backstreets, alongside this it was also just a generally dark and relatively more unpopulated part of Manhattan. Both things being perfect for what Richard had planned.

The girl picked up speed but Richard wasted no time and blitzed forward. The young woman yelped at the sudden movement and threw her bag up into the air and at Richard. The man in question didn't even hesitate and struck the bag to the side with backhanding motion, not even minding when noodles exploded out the bag and covered his right shoulder. No, he just kept running at the blonde woman.

Before she could scream for help or make any distance, Richard had her. One of his arms clamped under her arms and across her waist and the other hand was clamped over her mouth, cancelling out the screams and turning them into muffled noises that failed to alert anyone nearby of what was happening to the poor blonde.

He dragged her into a nearby alley, pulling her in just far enough that the overcast from the buildings covered them in darkness.

The woman struggled continuously, never giving up and letting her attacker get what he so obviously wanted. Yet Richard didn't mind that. Rather, he'd planned for it. He slammed her into the wall, pushing her pretty face into the harsh brick surface.

He leaned in close to her, getting a whiff of her perfume before he chuckled sinisterly, "Blonde bitches like you...God, I love 'em. But they don't love me back for some reason. Ever," he spoke to the woman who was too dazed to really process what he was saying to her. Instead, she lightly struggled, her body no doubt feeling sluggish after her head had been bashed against the brick wall.

Seeing her continue to struggle, Richard shrugged before he pushed her head into the wall once again.

The struggling stopped. The woman collapsed like a puppet who'd lost it's strings and Richard let her fall, her appearance being overcast by another woman's in Richard's manic eyes. Though just as he was about to bend over and get on with his nefarious goal...something grabbed his shoulder like a vice.

Richard began to sweat heavily quite quickly. He was scared. Not that he would be assaulted but rather that this was the police who caught him red handed.

But as he looked over his shoulder with an uneasy smile, he froze.

Two blood red eyes beamed down at him, the pupils slit like that of snakes*. The eyes belonged to a man who was 6'9" in height, easily over a foot taller than Richard and much broader. Unlike some people of this height, however, this man was built with solid and compact muscle. His arms were thick and built, and looked like mini-tree logs.

(A/N - Ghouls from 'Rosario + Vampire' usually have white blank eyes to show their berserk or whatever but I want to show that the MC is fully conscious right now. I also think completely blank eyes look fucking stupid lmao. It's just silly looking.)

Richard had never been a fighter and he'd ran away from any fight he could've ever found himself in - but despite this limited experience, he could see that this man was built like a fighter. Like nothing human could ever hope to be.

Yet it got worse.

The man's skin...was pure jet black. Like a mix between pure darkness with a bit of a metallic shine to it. Without that metallic shine, Richard would even be able to see the outline of the man--or whatever this thing was. Even with the metallic shine it was hard to see.

"H-hey, I, uh, d-don't want any trouble," Richard whimpered, trying not to look the beast in the eye. He didn't know what it was--and he didn't want to know.

All he got in reply, however, was a low and guttural growl. So low and intense it shook Richard's bones and made him feel like his skeleton was about to fall apart from the intensity of the vibrations. What happened next was something Richard couldn't even perceive. One minute he was being held by the beast...and the next something was holding him up. It happened so quickly he didn't even realize how it was holding him up in the air despite not having a hand on him.

Then the pain kicked in and his brain caught up with his body.

The beast had wings. Wings so prehensile that they reached over it's shoulders and wings so sharp that easily pierced Richard's flesh before it hoisted him into the air.

Richard screamed. He tried to beg. Yet all that came out of his mouth were whimpers and cries of pain which no one could hear...or cries of pain that no one cared to hear.

"Plu--p-please...I g-got a kid," Richard's cowardly instincts pulled the oldest trick in the book in hopes of surviving whatever this thing had planned for him. "I c-can give you money!" he tried to add to the pile of incentives...but it didn't work, "Huh?" he audibly questions the beast's actions. It grabbed his head with it's free hands and moved it's head to the side.

Then it opened it's mouth.

Two sets of elongated canines, one set on the upper jaw and the other set on the lower jaw. Each canine being longer, thicker and sharper than what was natural for humans. Not that Richard, even in his fear-addled mind, had any illusions that this beast was human in any way.

But upon seeing this sight, Richard's mind began to make sense of this scenario. He'd thought he was the predator. He'd thought he was the big bad thing that lurked the streets at night. He'd been so pitifully wrong. It was at this point that the beast brought Richard closer and leaned in itself before sinking it's teeth into the man's neck.

Richard could do nothing but whimper in pain, tears falling from his eyes as he realized his imminent demise was upon him.

The young woman, still dazed from being hit against the wall, just watched this all happen, her blue eyes glazed over as she watched her would-be attacker and rapist...become the victim of something else. In her dazed mind, she couldn't help but feel some form of satisfaction like she'd been avenged by the thing that was currently killing her attacker. Then she passed out.

Which left the alleyway nearly silent with naught but the twitching half-dead Richard and his killer making small amounts of noise.

Even that came to an end soon after.

. . .

POV Change - Frederic Clancy (MC)

I dropped the man I'd just killed and just looked down at my hands. I found it quite worrying that I was more interested in how call this form looked than I was worried about how I'd just taken a life.

...Yet what was there to be sorry about? That man was a potential rapist, and from the way he moved he was practiced. A serial rapist. Hence why I felt no remorse other than the fact that I had to wait until the man dragged the poor young woman he'd decided to attack into a nearby alleyway before I could act.

My new bestial instincts were quite hard to control and it was even harder to stop myself from instantly jumping the man as soon as it was just him and the woman...but I had no clue about the surveillance capabilities of the neighborhood. Which meant just attacking people on the street, no matter the crime they've committed was a big no-no.

Looking down at the would-be rapist, I narrowed my eyes at the fact I'd sucked most of the moisture out of him and left him as a mummified corpse.

...Was I really that thirsty?

Hearing a shuffle, my eyes shot toward the direction of the woman. She was still unconscious and just as I prepared myself to restrain my urge for blood...it never came. Which allowed me to let out a sigh of relief - I was satiated.

For now, anyway.

Being careful to not let the Ghoul armor and look go away, I walked over to the woman before squatting down next to her. Looking down at her, I brought a claws finger to her face and carefully brushed her hair out of the way before exhaling at the sight of her beat up face. Sheesh, she was slammed against the wall pretty hard, huh?

My enhanced senses were working wonders and I rapidly checked over her entire body for injuries and found nothing serious. My medical knowledge coming in extremely handy when used in tandem with my enhanced senses.

Retracting the claws that came with this appearance, I aligned my thumbs on her nose before giving a slight push which resulted in a crack - a crack of her broken nose being set.

She whimpered through her unconsciousness but I ignored it and picked up her. Why should I leave an unconscious woman in a seedy alley? That'd be a pretty shitty thing to do. And that's coming from a guy who, uh, just drank someone's blood and left them as a mummified corpse.

Though not one to forget to clean up after myself, I held the woman with an awkward one-armed princess carry while using the other arm to pick up the man's corpse.

With that done, I left the way I came, feeling infinitely better.

With a flap of my wings, I was out of the alleyway in a blur - my mastery over flying getting better by the second as my enhanced kinesthesia and ability to use my body was helping me learn how to use my new limbs quicker than I thought was actually possible. Even without the sped up learning I'd still probably be enjoying the process...after all, this was the most physical exercise I'd ever done. Well, personally, anyway.

...It's just a shame I have to do it under such odd circumstances. Flying away from a murder scene with the evidence...Jesus Christ it's like a movie plot of something.

Nonetheless, I continued on my way. First, I'd drop this woman off at campus security, then off to burn this corpse.