Full moon over Paris

Full moon over Paris

 3 in the morning, the day it all happened, Dennis was doing his thing that morning, walking along the old boulevard, spying, attentive looking for a lady to warm her ear to, he was a good-looking young man, everyone knew he was a small-time gigolo who was dedicated to tricking tourists who after drinks left his hotel looking for some fun in the streets of Paris.

 He was staying in a dirty hostel, that was his life, a woman's hustler, that night he hadn't had much luck, until he sat down at a bar to have a drink and eat something, next to him sat a beautiful blonde, about No more than 30 years old, Dennis reckons, without a doubt a tourist by the type, his years of experience told him that she was Russian, maybe Lithuanian or Belarusian, but definitely from those parts of Europe.

 She didn't have to buy him a drink, the beautiful blonde introduced herself as Mirna, changed tables and sat down with him asking for two glasses of good wine, she's already bitten, Dennis thought, a casual conversation, I take advantage of the fact that the woman seemed interested and invite her to the Eiffel Tower to see the beautiful full moon that adorned that night, she checked her watch, accepted the invitation, but told her to hurry up, she preferred that dawn would surprise them in her bed at the hotel.

 Dennis smiles when the woman opens her bag to pay and sees a good wad of francs, ha ha, she surprised him by spying, he mischievously winks at her, they walk out of the bar, hurry, it will soon be 4 in the morning, at To get to the tower the access was closed, but Denis breaks the padlock with his knife, they go up the elevator to the viewpoint, the splendid full moon illuminates more than the lights of the city of light.

He approaches his victim, taking her in his arms giving her a furious kiss, the woman responds to his caresses without dissimulation, he enjoys snogging, he regrets that he is so hungry, he would have preferred to eat her first in the hotel, but he will be his prey right there, The blonde notices something strange in her companion who begins to sweat profusely, she moves away a little to let him be what he really is.

 There at the top of the Eiffel Tower, Dennis begins to convulse, his bones crack, his shoes and clothes are torn, he is transforming into a beast from other times, one of those that appear in fairy tales, which are not real , which do not exist but there in front of the eyes of the Russian is a werewolf in Paris in all its splendor illuminated by the full moon, how poetic, how electrifying, but the woman does not run away, does not scream, is not scared.

 The man advances towards her to devour her, Mirna puts her hands in her bag and takes out two small daggers, the blades barely 10 centimeters long, the wolf does not stop at such an insignificant threat, he pounces on his almost defenseless victim, she dodges him with Grace, turning to the side like a Russian ballet dancer, did not waste the opportunity and cut Dennis's chest and arm, who felt the burning edge of the silver blades of the two small daggers.

 What was happening? Who is this woman? He tries to hit her again with his claws, he is a werewolf!!! Stronger, faster and more agile than any human being, but Mirna eludes him again, cutting him again, she is faster than him, he had no doubts, he had fallen into a trap, as he did not realize before that he had before him a simple and ordinary human woman, if not a vampire, and a very strong one, too much for him .

 This time Dennis didn't go for the woman's body, he ran fast and fast towards the elevator, she was faster, she got between the Wolf and the door, sticking both daggers into his chest, then he made a sudden turn, kicking him all over the body. chest sinking one of the daggers to the bottom of his heart, Dennis lost strength, air, staggered, another kick finished the job, projecting him over the railing.

 The werewolf fell from the top of the famous Parisian tower into the void, when his body crashed against the cold concrete below he was no longer a werewolf, only Dennis's shattered body, Mirna kept her daggers, she fixed herself a little and he went down the elevator, it was already almost 5 in the morning, it would be dawn soon, she needed to get to his hiding place before the full moon over Paris disappeared.

End.

Own content @BigBDP 220522, story is inspired by the song "Werewolf in Paris", of the band, the Union of the year of 1984

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