The bar table had become Treygood's bed. He had been
laying there for hours, bottles of liquor surrounding him, as his
pack-mates all coiled in their own sleeping positions. The gloomy
old bar proved a more than suitable home for the blood-thirsty
patriarch; no one ever came in, it was secluded, and all the
alcohol they could ever want. Paradise. A loud knock awakened the
large man, as he struggled to roll off of the stiff table.
Slightly stumbling, he arrived at the door and turned the knob.
The sunlight made him wince, and he lifted his arm to shield
himself from the luminance.
A duo, one male, one female, both dressed in suits
greeted him. The man extended his hand to Treygood, showing a
"Hello, I'm Agent Emerson, and this is Agent-"
"Agent Carnigie." The woman interjected. Treygood
shook the man's hand, and nodded slowly.
"Can I help you with something?" Treygood wouldn't
admit it, even to himself, but this was unexpected. He hated
"We're inspectors. We're here to survey the
building, make sure everything is ship-shape." Agent Emerson
"Of course," Treygood said quietly. Turning back into
the bar, he flipped the light switch on. A few of the men
stirred. "Wake up!" He barked, a familiar smirk appearing on his
face. One of the men recognized the smile, and returned it with a
nod. Meal time.
"So," Emerson began, stepping past Treygood's
massive frame into the interior of the bar, the girl following,
"How long have you owned this place?"
"Oh, about ten years or so…" Treygood fancied.
"And how many customers have you had in that time?"
Carnigie spoke this time, sounding more direct, even suspicious.
"We haven't exactly been 'open for business' as one
might say…" Treygood took a swig, "It's more of a home, really."
"Mmhmm…" The woman's voice was short. As she
spoke, Treygood looked her over; her figure flawless and fit; her
hair, clean and fragrant, a gorgeous brunette tone; her face
beautiful and in perfect symmetry. One for the ages, this one.
"So, before you two start your little tour,"
Treygood stepped in front of the both of them, trying to
intimidate then slowly, "How about a drink?" He placed the backs
of his fingers gingerly along Carnigie's face, caressing her
cheek lightly. "I'd be a shame if this was all business…" The
woman kept her gaze, furious but calm, fixed on Treygood's; she
seemed unafraid. Treygood would fix that.
"No, thank you," Emerson said, trying to ignore
what Treygood was doing, "We should really be conducting the
investigation. Looking for mold, damages… pests…" Emerson's voice
lost its kind, nervous tone and the last word. Dirty rat.
Suddenly, Treygood's hand shot for the woman's throat, clasping
around it tightly. She reached for his hand, trying desperately
to free herself. Emerson grabbed a slender blade from the inside
of his shirt, preparing to stab Treygood right through the heart.
Treygood would have no part of it; he took Emerson by the collar,
and hurled him at the far wall. At this point, the pack was
behind Treygood, a few of them breaking off to restrain Emerson's
recovering form. Carnigie's face was turning red as she struggled
to free herself, but Treygood's grip was impervious to her
attempts. Turning his head toward the fallen attacker, Treygood
"Meal time, boys!" The pack became wild with
joy; many of them turning to their hybrid form, clothes tore all
around. The sound of claws on the wooded floors and the snarls
and yips filled the space in no time. Emerson was surrounded now,
and it took little time for his first screams of pain to echo as
the beasts tore him to shreds. "Enjoy, fella's," Treygood
laughed, "I'll be dining… privately…"