Girl In The Red Coat

will not be enslaved by you for the rest of her life. I will not let that happen. She is too important to me.’
‘Well then, I guess you will have to die my friend, as she is mine.’
Magnus’s eyes turned to black and his fingernails became claws as the same transformation mutated Constantine; they sprung at each other. It all happened so fast; their bodies were sliced and gouged then Magnus pinned Constantine.
Florence rose to her feet and moved towards them. Clenching her fists, they formed two glowing balls which she shot at Magnus, which threw him from Constantine onto the snowy ground, unconscious.
‘All being well, that should hold him down for a while,’ she told Constantine.
Constantine smiled. As he approached her, Florence dropped her robes to the ground, and she returned his smile.
‘What are you doing?’ he timidly asked her.
‘I choose you as my first, I choose you as the one.’
Offering him her hand, he pulled her into his embrace. Stroking the small of her back and placing his lips to hers, she gladly received the kiss and returned it with passion. He drew back, trembling, feeling nervous.
‘What’s wrong?’ she asked him, tenderly.
‘I’m sorry, it is just I haven’t done anything like this before. Are you sure you want this?’ he asked her softly.
‘This is something neither of us have done before, but I want you so badly. This feels so right for me, I hope it does for you, too.’
His nerves became passion, as he pulled her in closer and she ran her hands through his hair. Lowering her to the ground and laying her upon her robes, he moved his lips lower to her chest, whilst his hand ran along her right thigh, moving closer towards her innocence. Her breath quickened as she enjoyed his touch upon her naked body.
‘Are you sure you are ready for this?’ he asked again.
‘Yes,’ she replied, joyfully.
Laying fully atop her, he inserted himself between her legs, moving slowly and gently. He wanted to avoid hurting her. She let out a scream, but this soon became a cry of pleasure and excitement for her ‘first time’.
As the snowstorm calmed, the wind swirled the snow in a circle as though creating a wall around them. The magic of the moment filled the air as they enjoyed each other.
Was this happening or was it a dream?
Constantine lay beside her and she rolled into his arms and shut her tired eyes. He stroked her hair, considering the wonder of what had just happened between them. Nothing could take this away from them.
‘I love you Florence,’ he whispered.
‘I love you too,’ she sighed in return.
‘I know I am young but for what it is worth I do want to spend the rest of my life with you, Florence. I have loved you from the moment I first met you. I hope this is real and not some kind of dream. I do not know how I got here but I have loved being here with you.’
Suddenly, Magnus appeared through the wall of snow. Although disoriented from his heavy sleep, he could see that Constantine had taken from him that which he most wanted. His anger drew up the hairs on his back, his eyes grew bigger and turned black, his fingernails became claws and his teeth were now fangs. His bellowing howl disturbed the couple from their embrace.
‘Magnus, what big eyes you have!’ Florence exclaimed.
‘Well I guess this is the better to see you with and to see what you have done.’
‘Magnus, what big teeth you have!’
‘All the better to eat at a piece of your flesh. Now you have been tainted, I can’t enslave you to be mine forever, so I will have you another way!’
‘You will not touch her!’ yelled Constantine, ‘You will have to come through me!’
Constantine called out his own howl and transformed into the white wolf. He charged at Magnus, who leapt out of the way and then himself launched at Constantine. Florence hastily tried to dress but as she stood, she recoiled from the pain from losing her purity, collapsing back to the ground and falling unconscious.
Constantine, as the white wolf, stopped in his tracks, sensing something wrong with Florence, then ran to her. Sniffing her hair and nudging her cheek with his snout, he tried to wake her. Magnus the wolf, leapt at them, scratching her cheek and drawing blood. He lapped at his claw, tasting the warm, red liquid.
‘Though you may no longer be pure, I will still have you as my own,’ he said to her unconscious form.
Pushing her onto her back, the robes fell away revealing her body to him.  Atop of her, he ripped away the rags that remained on his lower half. As he began to kiss her lips, the human Constantine threw the black wolf off of her.
‘Don’t you even think about it.’
‘You are foolish to believe that she ever wanted you.’
‘Well she must have wanted me because I love her, and she loves me back. She chose me as her first and the one to be her protector. I will let no harm come to her.’
Magnus howled again and their bodies clashed, Magnus digging his claws right into Constantine’s abdomen and twisting them in the contents of his stomach. Coughing blood, as he fell, Constantine used his last ounce of strength to form his own fingernails into claws, ripping out Magnus’s heart.
Their lifeless bodies hit the ice-cold ground.
Florence woke up. She was in her bedroom. Glancing down at herself she saw that her bed sheets were covered in her blood. Worried as to what her parents would say, she packed a bag with a few clothes and a leather-bound notebook and ran away.
She later discovered that she was pregnant with a boy.
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