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Stories By Brandy Corvin Copyright © 2012 by Brandy Corvin * * * * * Table of Contents: Professor Wolfenstein's Lycan Lust Excerpts by fellow author Annabel Bastione Annabel's Links and Brandy's Bio Howling Moon:
Professor Wolfenstein's Lycan Lust By Brandy Corvin Copyright © 2012 by Brandy Corvin * * * * * "Professor! Professor!" my voice rang down
the empty corridor. I doubled my pace hoping to catch a glimpse of his shadow. "Yes Tyler?" WHOA! I turned around to see Professor Wolfenstein's
looming figure staring back at my smaller self. Dude scared the shit outta me!
How the hell did do that? I wondered as my mind also tried to find the words to
deliver. "Professor, I found your lecture on werewolves
today really fascinating..." The stoic, old man in front of me raised a suspicious
eyebrow. "Fascinating you say," he repeated my words
with interest, "I've studied the occult and the paranormal my whole life,
and this is the first time a student has taken an interest in my work..." He likes me! My heart leapt as I continued my
proposal. "Yes Professor, your work is absolutely
astounding and the evidence that you raised? Practically irrefutable! How one
can only become a werewolf if bitten or scratched by one, how only silver
bullets are effective against their tough hides, and all those documented
incidents of werewolf encounters!" I raved excitedly. "Other students might be interested in economics
or engineering, but me? I find the subjects and classes that you teach most
interesting!" I held my breath, knowing that his response would
determine everything. "Hmm, Tyler, was it?" I saw the sparkle in
Professor Wolfenstein's eye. He remembered my
name! "I do seem to have a position for research
assistant open for several semesters. Of course since you're the first person
to take this up you'll have no one else but me
to guide you. Some one-on-one time with each other... what do you think?" Yes! "Alright Professor, I might have some spare time
in between classes..." I looked at him and smiled, noticing the bulge in his
pants grow by three inches. * * * * * "Why, Tyler?" The Professor asked. I stared at him, confused, not knowing what he meant. "Why what, Professo-" His unnaturally strong, toned arms pinned me to the
wall in one fell swoop. I yelped helplessly as he glared at me. His strange
yellow eyes pierced into my very soul. "Professor I-" "DON'T PLAY WITH ME, BOY!" he growled, his
eerily deep voice sent shivers of fear, strangely mixed with arousal, down my
spine. He came so close I could feel his breath on my skin.
The air between us was suddenly sucked into his lungs as he sniffed me like an
animal. "Why... out of all the disinterested students, you
are the only one with an unhealthy interest in werewolves. You've shown no
greater enthusiasm for my work on vampires, gnomes, pygmies. But
werewolves?" His eyes narrowed. "You wear your heart on your sleeve, jumping
straight into the fray like an excited pup.
My instincts tell me your interest in werewolves is beyond academic. So you
have five seconds to spill everything or else!" We were in his private lab on the school grounds. It
was the school holidays and he had asked me to come back to do some 'werewolf
research' but little did I know it was a confrontation! "Uhh, I..." "Five." "Professor, please I -" "Four." His grip on me grew tighter and colder. "I know my actions may have been suspicious but
I-" "Three." "Look, I'm just very interested in-" "One." Oh shit, the look in his eyes seemed almost nonhuman
now. I had to come clean and save my life. "Alright Professor! I'll tell you why!" I
exclaimed desperately. He stared me at expectantly. "I know werewolves are real. I've seen it with my
own eyes when I was young. . When I was eight they killed my family and
kidnapped my brother Gabriel, I can still remember it like it happened
yesterday." I fell to my knees as he let go of me. Choking as I
tried to recover my breath. He continued to stare at me. I guess I had to finish
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