Alleyway Skinwalker

"L-Let go of me!" She screamed, struggling to even breathe.

Choking her using my arms, I backed us into an alleyway, she was an easy pick off the street. The dark alley between two office buildings provides an easy place to feed, and the tenants are none the wiser. Nobody is, of course. It's the nature by which I take my kill that truly defines my art. My latest prey struggling weakly in my grasp, I muffled her screams to the best of my ability, but nevertheless, she was still feisty. I like that.

A petite girl, her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, indian in descent it seemed, perhaps mixed. I leaned my head forward and licked her cheek. Definitely indian, mixed with a little black and white. In the dark, it's unwise to depend on your eyes, I've learned to adhere to my senses of taste and smell to identify suitable food at this time of day. The lack of oxygen beginning to weaken my prey, her struggles became slower and less forceful. I grinned, and slackened my hold around her neck and mouth. She gasped for air, dropping to the ground. Nobody was around, I'd checked the area before hand as I always do. Suddenly, the girl bolted towards the exit of the alley. I spun my foot around and hit her knee, buckling her sprint before she could escape. Tumbling forward, she slammed onto the floor on her chest, groaning in pain. I quickly lunged forward, pinning her down by her neck, using my knees to hold her legs to the floor. Extending my tongue again, I gently licked her neck. Such a wonderful taste, so rich, natural, and her perfume smells divine.

"You fucking freak!" She began to sob and scream at the same time, "Help me!"

"Nobody's coming to help you because nobody's here." I told her quietly. "It's only us."

Pulling my weight off of her, I forced her onto her back and then lowered myself onto her again, my prying fingers beginning to caress her slim, beautiful form. She began to tremble, tears running down her cheeks as her expression turned ugly. Disgusting, she looked hideous that way.

"Stop crying." I said.

She thrashed suddenly, landing a kick to my groin. I jerked at the pain, before my anger flared. Choking her with both of my hands, she began to sputter as her windpipe squeezed shut.

"S-top.. I-" She choked, struggling to beg for air. "C-Can't.."

Realizing what I was doing, I eased my hands, and she began to stare into my eyes, her chest slowly rising and falling.
Then the tears resumed, but her face didn't make that horrible expression. It was beautiful.

"W-Why..?" She asked in disbelief, her voice trembling. "Why me?"

Something welled up within me, an admiration blanketed my deep hunger.

"I'm sorry, girl. It's just the way it has to be." I said, softly.

She began to shake her head slowly, gulping down the sadness. She turned her head to one side, her limbs limp underneath me.

"Mama.." She whispered, "I'm s-sorry.."

"Hm..?" I asked. "Mama? Mother?"

"Just get it over with." She said, snapping at me.

Locking her eyes with mine, she wouldn't look away. It unnerved me. Usually, prey are scared. Often they beg for their lives, or say that I don't have to do this. Obviously I do, if not, I wouldn't be killing you. But they don't understand. This one however..

"Why?" I ask. "You're so co-operative."

"I've accepted my fate, honestly. Go ahead." She said, complacently.

"Huh." I remarked.

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to rape me or kill me or something?" She asked.

"Well, yeah, but this has never happened before. You're supposed to scream and beg for your life." I say.

"I'm a disappointment to everyone. I'm failing my schoolwork, my Dad left years ago and my Mom has stage 4 cancer." She said.

I hesitated, rearing up from over her face. Straddling her, she stared back at me.

"Do you do this all the time..?" She asked.

"Yeah, actually." I said.

"Wow, that's actually kind of sad.." She said with pity, "You just murder people..?"

"Not really murder, I eat your insides and then wear your skin to become you." I explained.

"What.. the fuck." She muttered. "Well I'm not much to eat anyway."

"You smell nice." I say, becoming actually embarrassed.

"Wow, thanks. First compliment I get from a guy and it's from my murderer." She remarked.

We both laughed, ironically. Staring at each other in the dark alley, I couldn't bring myself to do it. I'd actually began to like this girl. Getting up, she crawled back from me suddenly and then stopped, frowning.

"Wait, you're not killing me?" She said, surprised.

"I kind of like you." I said.

"Huh." She said. "This is really awkward."

"What's your name?" I asked.

"..Why should I tell you? You were just about to eat me." She said.

"I can always just eat you and learn that way." I replied.

"Fair enough. It's Alexis." She said, getting up slowly.

"Alexis.." I said, staring at my hands. They began to shake.

"Are you okay? Besides the whole murderer thing." She said, noticing my hands.

"I'm hungry." I said, dropping my hands suddenly.

A look of fright flashed over her eyes, before she strengthened her resolve and forcibly regained her composure.

"Uhm.. So what now?" She asked cautiously.

"I need to find somebody else to eat.. right now." I grimaced.

If I didn't eat anything for a while, my mind began to go into a frenzy and I would indiscriminately capture someone and consume them. It got me into a lot of trouble with law enforcement, and evading them is quite difficult. Bullets hurt a lot.

My senses began to haze, and I could feel it beginning to take over. The hunger rose up. I stepped towards Alexis.

"W-Wait.. you were letting me go!" She said, surprised.

"I'm sorry. I have to.." I grumbled, extending my hand. "Just this time.."

Licking my lips, Alexis began to back away from me. She turned to run. I lunged at her and knocked her to the floor. Gripping her neck forcibly, she choked as I lifted her into the air, holding her to a wall. My stomach rolled in pain, and the urge heightened once more. My tongue slithered from my lips, it's end unravelling into a slick tendril. Suddenly, I grabbed her chin and wrended her mouth open. Then stuffing my face to her own, I pushed my tongue down her throat quickly. It's long body sliding down her neck, beginning to dissolve her insides and siphoning them out. She gagged, trying to resist, but her body began to deflate.
Her legs flattening out, her shoes fell off before her arms fell limp, flapping against her sides. Quickly, her torso deflated and ceased her breathing. I pulled her deflated head from my mouth, her face falling backwards, flaccid and lifeless over my hand as I gripped her neck. Retracting my tongue into my mouth, I sighed, satisfied.

"I'm sorry, Alexis." I mumbled.

Grunting, I forced myself from my current body. My tendril erupting from my lips, swollen and pulsating with it's newly absorbed meal. Exploding out of the now deflated male body, I slithered towards Alexis' mouth, moving in quickly. Her body began to twitch on the floor as it filled out, regaining her form as her entrailed replaced themselves. Opening my eyes, I sighed, only this time in her high pitched voice. Memories flooded my mind. Alexis wasn't lying. Her mother really was dying, and this stranger that had assaulted her really had touched her somewhat. She felt a deep sense of pity for him, as if he was too condemned to a life of suffering. Flashbacks of her father throwing her on a bed and having his way with her plagued my vision, she was only a young child. Her mother found out and ran away with her, only to be diagnosed with cancer a few years later after they'd finally settled somewhere safe.

Tears ran down my new cheeks, and I sniffled as I got up. Putting her slippers back on, I brushed off my jeans, feeling my new ass. Running my hands up my torso, I felt my new, small breasts under my t-shirt. Wiping my face, I turned to the exit and walked out. I had to find Mom, only I could cure her. The same way he cured me. By making me into a skinwalker.