Vlad slammed the metal door behind him. Why couldn't Kat keep her clothes on? The image of her lush, raw body still danced behind his eyes. Her soft, black-striped brown hair rippled down her chest guiding his eyes to her petite breasts and delicate nipples, hard from stress. She had been so close and he was so hard. All it would've taken were three steps...
"No," he told himself aloud, his hand slammed against the wall. She had just lost her family. She didn't even know she had been naked, she was too young to the change to be able to control it.
His flesh was already starting to disappear as his anger surfaced. He put his hand in front of his face and watched the flesh pull away from his fingers. Turning it around he waggled his fingers. Even after a year since he had fused with him he couldn't control the change.
'Why can't I keep the monster down?' He slapped the wall as he asked the question.
White bones scratched the wall paper as he dragged his hand down the wall. He could feel his bone-wings piercing his leather duster.
He shook his head, the monster inside was still trying to reason with him; 'We still have time,' the monster's voice whispered just outside his peripheral consciousness, 'Just go into the living room and take her, she is still vulnerable.' The voice waited for a moment to let the thought set in, 'All we have to do was hold her down and she would be ours. She's too distraught to change and stop us.'
'She's defenseless.' The voice cackled softly.
Vlad's eyes closed at this thought. "Defenseless..." The word would have tasted bitter on his tongue. But his tongue was gone, replaced only by the strange will of speech that remained when he changed.
She was defenseless, and that was why he should protect her. Even from himself. He'd just have to take care of himself.
A demonic growl issued from his jaw as he loosened his pants and let them fall. Boney fingers ripped through his underwear as he reached for his cock. He gasped in pleasurable pain as skin was caught between joints and was ripped only to heal. Blood flowed through his bones over and over as his hand pumped at the last bit of flesh that remained.
He tried to ignore his now boney feet and refused to watch as his flesh receded up his legs.
Images of Kat came bidden to his mind. So beautiful, pure and innocent. 'She could be ours. We could make her, she doesn't have to be willing. We could push her down, force ourself into her. Her claws would only make us cum faster.'
The monster inside growled at this idea. 'Kat's claws ripping through our skin and scratching our bones...' His cock throbbed harder as he pumped at it. His hand was now clacking against his thigh bone. His cock was the only bit left, he only had a little bit more time, 'There's still time...'
A painful moan escaped his jaw. Vlad didn't want that, what the monster inside did. Vlad wanted her happy, to see her smile again. Vlad had never heard her laugh, he would like that. He felt his rage bubble up as his hate towards the monster inside flared. He wished the monster would just leave him alone when he needed to...
"AURRRRG!" He screamed as his last bit of flesh faded away, leaving him no way to finish. His bone hand slashed through the wall paper and scratched the raw bricks behind it. The dust from the bricks filled his nostril and fueled his rage. His wings flung back and ripped through the couch that sat behind him. Bones ground against each other creating a scream that echoed back at him and through the room.
Chairs snapped into toothpicks and brick crumbled to dust as he raged through the room. Only one piece of furniture was left untouched by his rage. That was hers and not even the monster wanted to destroy it.
He brought up the couch and brought it down to it over his back. A metal support beam smashed against his spine and he felt a vertebrae shatter. The vibration and pain made him staggered backwards.
A chair leg caught him behind his foot and he fell back onto that one untouched piece of furniture in the room. The force of his body made her scent erupt from the sheets. He missed her. It always calmed him down; Kat's scent, her essence, all preserved in that bed. He now laid down next to where she used to sleep and he could feel his rage recede. The monster inside slinked back into its cage.
Vlad's skin crawled back over his bones and filled out with muscle and fat. Eyes filled up his sockets, wet with tears, while cartilage oozed into place. Once his nostrils were back into place he breathed in deep, he could experience her scent better this way. She had such an amazing smell that mixed musk with feline dander in a way that made him just want to hold her tight.
He was already sleeping when his cock filled back in, limp and tinged a light purple.