Danyel's Story Ch.3 Sarah
Sarah
The cool night air was a welcome reprieve from the heat of the day as it caressed the long black fur of Danyel's face. The scents of the city a blur of sex, filth, exhaust and rot: that's what the city had become, a rotting corpse of what had once been. Danyel moved silently through the park, his latest prey, a wife killer. He was no different from any of the others, Evil bastards who deserved what he gave them.
As Danyel hunched at the treeline he found a new scent on the wind. Human. Woman.
"She's gonna get herself killed" He thought as the woman walk into view.
Danyel watched as she too began to hunt. This man,he knew she was there.
In less than a minute she would be in his reach, Danyel had to react. In the blink he was on him, tearing at the mans arm as he reached for his brutal knife. The woman looked on in horror as the large black wolf tore the man to shreds, his blood staining the ground like cheap wine on a white dress.
Danyel's heart raced. He could feel her eyes on him, a sort of thrill he'd never experienced before, He'd never had a witness before. The last twitching breath of life sputtered from the man as he loosed the grip of his teeth.
The woman stayed fast, the horror on her face a mask of fear hiding her curiosity. Danyel could smell her over the blood. Hear her heartbeat. See her shaking as he took his first step toward her.
"St. . . Stay back" She whispered timidly.
Danyel bared his teeth slightly, He desperately wanted her to leave, there was work to be done here.
"No!" She shouted, as he moved into striking distance.
Danyel stopped. It was odd to him that she hadn't run. So he sat and watched her with cold indifference as she began to shake off the panic.
"Go on. . . Shoe!" She shouted.
Danyel tilted his head to one side and mimicked the "Huh?" look he'd seen on so many of his canine brethren.
"Go On. . . I said Shoe. . . Bad Dog"
Danyel hated the way people spoke to him in his wolf form. So Degrading.
The woman looked around him at the body of Peter Bishop, A man who murdered his wife.
"That was too damn close, he would have killed me," She thought. "Damn dog saved my life"
She looked back to the beautiful black animal sitting not 5 feet from her.
"Well I suppose if you were gonna kill me too you would've done it already done it, So I'm gonna walk past you now and your gonna stay where you are, O.K.?" Her voice had stopped shaking and she could feel her fingers again.
Danyel watched as she walk delicately around him to the body. It was then that he realized that not only had she seen what he did, but she was a cop.
Danyel couldn't just let her tell people what he had done. . . He had to stop her. The cop pulled her radio from her belt and Danyel saw his opportunity. He lunged forward and snatched the radio from her hand knocking her to the ground. As she looked up at him Danyel crushed her radio between his massive teeth.
"Dammit!" She was almost yelling. "What the hell?"
Danyel smiled inside. Stopped for now. He decided he would have some fun with her. It was so easy to mess with humans.
Danyel wagged his sleek black tail and gave her his best "Puppy-dog eyes". It was all he could do to look playful in wolf form. He saw the break in her anger and took a firm hold on the opportunity. Rolling over playfully and picking up the remains of her shattered radio.
"I see," She said. "You just wanna play."
She looked from Danyel to the corpse and decided it would be best if she occupied the monster dog while she fished her cell out of her jacket.
She Sighed and said, "Come on. . . Bring it here."
She held out her hand as she beckoned him over. Danyel hesitated only a moment before he brought her the demolished radio and dropped it, drool and all, into her waiting hand.
"Gross! Did you have to cover the whole thing in drool?" She said it despite herself. She didn't even really like dogs.
"Go get it!" she shouted as she threw the busted mess as far as she could. Somewhere in the dark she heard it thump against the tree as Danyel tore off after it.
Her phone was out and dialed before Danyel found the radio.
"It's Sarah," She said quietly into her phone. "Just found him, He's dead."
All Danyel could hear was her side of the conversation.
"Someone ripped him apart," She didn't want to tell her boss that she watched an oversized black dog rip a murder suspect apart. "Yeah, I'll file my report when I get back. I need you to send a meat wagon for this guy."
"Got it. . . I'll wait hear."
She slipped her cell back into her pocket as she saw Danyel walking back toward her carrying her busted radio.
The Night seemed to drag on forever as the crime scene unit combed the scene looking for things they would never find. No Hairs No fibers nothing is what they would find, not even dog prints. But that's the way it always worked.
Danyel watched as the forensics team did there best to collect what wasn't there.
"I've never seen anyone like her." He thought as his eyes drifted to Sarah.
"I wonder if she can be trusted?"
Sarah looked back to the Monster of a dog that had saved her life to find him staring intently at her, she swore she saw an intelligence behind those beautiful blue-black eyes.
"Blue-black," She muttered. "Hmm."
" What's that Detective?" The young officer she had been talking to had become lost.
"Nothing Charlie," She said, not realizing she had said it out loud.
"Just thinking out loud. We're done here right?
"Yes Ma'am."
"I'm Gonna head home then. . . It's been a hell of a day." Sarah turned and found herself facing the dog once again.
"I guess I owe you one don't I?" She asked, not expecting as response.
"Come on then."
Sarah walked quickly to her car, silently praying that no one else would want to talk to her. She didn't want to explain what she had really seen. As she reached the lot overflowing with cruisers she rummaged in her coat pockets for her keys.
"Dammit!" She exclaimed, "Must of dropped 'em in the park."
As she turned to walk begrudgingly back into the crime scene she noticed again the giant animal who saved her, something bright hug from his massive jaw.
"I owe you two now huh?" She said to him as she crouched and held out her hand.
Danyel took a less than hesitant step forward and to his own surprise dropped the keys delicately into her waiting hand.
The two of them sat impossibly still for a long moment, each staring intently into the others eyes. In what seemed like the slowest, most fluid motion Danyel had ever seen, Sarah lifted her free hand to his face and caressed his long black fur. He had never let anyone touch him before. It was like a sort of violation of his own rules.
Not knowing what else to do Danyel turned from her touch and ran into the darkness of the waiting city.
I the City time passes like the slow grinding of a steam roller, crushing the hope of a better tomorrow in it's path. It leaves the ones who survive begging for sweet release, but it never comes. So they turn instead to other things. . . This world needs a hero.