What: Reveal When: Sins plot Warning/ratings: None
The green-eyed wolf had been in the middle of devouring his little kitten, who was, by that point, very much dead, when he suddenly found himself elsewhere. No kitten, no blood, and very, very quiet.
He cocked his head to the side and frowned. Hm.
Within minutes, the wolf was no longer a wolf, but merely a man, wearing a suit and tie that were both very much clean and free of blood or any such stains. In fact, had it not been for the sting of the kitty's claws, Norman might have thought he had imagined all of it.
Apparently not. He could still taste her, the poor feline, still remember what every second felt like, and while most would have been horrified at what they'd done, Norman was merely mildly surprised. He hadn't thought he was quite so depraved, or capable of the things he had done. Apparently he was wrong.
C'mon, Normie. You had fun, didn't you? Maybe not as much as I did, but that kitty cat was sweet, wasn't she? The voice in his head was louder now than it had ever been, as thought the previous night had simply made it stronger. Norman went to the liquor cabinet in his office and opened it, searching for something strong, not because he felt particularly guilty, but because it was a lot to process, even for someone like him.
He wondered who the woman was, as he poured himself a healthy glass of scotch, and as the voice continued on, he listened.
For the first time, he really, truly listened, and as he did so, Norman found himself smiling.