Daren watches the woman from the shadows. His mouth drooling while watching her panick. Lost. Her beauty mezmorizes him. That long black hair that runs down to her shoulders. Her size C breasts are perfect for her small frame. If only her bulletproof vest weren't covering them up, otherwise the view would be perfect.
Her angry green eyes pierce through the darkness in front of her. That persistent and concentrated stare shows her determination. She cares about her job. She's willing to go above and beyond for the line of duty. But Daren wants to break her away from that. She'll be loyal to him.
Daren also sees this as an opportunity to go head to head with a trained officer. Seeing how well he'll fare against someone who is trained to use a firearm.
He drops down behind her, his feet hit the concrete with a loud thud. She turns around, aiming the flashlight and gun at Daren. Her heart rate spikes when she sees him, but she keeps her composure just like she was trained to do.
Daren bares his fangs and growls at her. She can feel his yellow-golden eyes piercing directly into her soul. She doesn't have time to think about what this thing in front of her is. The only thing she focuses on is if it's going to attack her.
Sophia and Daren find themselves in a stalemate, neither of them budging from their positions.
Daren decides to make the first move by rushing towards her at full speed. Sophia doesn't hesitate to shoot. As she pulls the trigger, Daren sees everything in slow motion. 'Just like last time.'
Unlike last time, though, he's unable to move out of the way in time. The bullet hits him in the chest, but he shrugs it off and goes to disarm her.
He grabs her wrist and the gun, twisting them both. He forces her to let go of the gun and throws it away from her. He gets around her and puts her into a headlock. She fights back, elbowing him in the side and trying to break free.
After a few minutes of struggling, she concedes defeat. Daren wants her to fear him, but another thought crosses his mind.
He checks her pockets, looking for her ID. She squirms as Daren feels around her body, touching her inappropriately. 'It's not my fault that her police uniform has pockets close to her breasts.'
'Not here, either.' Daren reaches down and searches her pants pockets. He's unable to control himself. While searching, he takes his time and feels her up. Rubbing her legs after searching each of her pockets.
"Oh, God. Please, don't do it." Sophia says when she feels his throbing member pressing against her ass.
Daren would never stoop that low. Raping a woman doesn't sit right with him. Although, touching her like this doesn't seem to cross a line for him. As long as there isn't forced penetration, he's fine with it.
Now that he thinks about it. There's a lot of anime where stuff like this happens. Mostly in fantasy. Sexual assaults are commonplace, but why is he doing it?
Daren finds her ID and lets her go. He slips into the shadows and gets far away from her. He heads back to his base of operations. At least, that's what he likes to call it.
It's his new home that he made down here. It comes complete with a blanket for a bed, a small stream of water as his toilet, and the water dripping from the pipes as his shower.
He feels disgusted at himself for living like this. He had several days to look for abandoned buildings, but he spent his time doing other meaningless tasks.
He sits down of the blankets and looks at her ID. 'Now that I have her address, I can find a way to gain her trust.' Harder said than done, especially after what he did to her.
'Fear will wear off, but loyalty and respect can last forever. As long as I don't fuck it up.'
Daren can't stop thinking about her. The way he felt when he was touching her. It arouses him. 'No, I have more important matters to attend to.' He tries to think of something else to make his dick flaccid.
Besides, could he really get himself off in a dirty place such as this? Surely not.
Daren wanders around the tunnels for hours, traveling in the depths to places he's never gone before. Deeper into the tunnels he goes, mapping them out in his head.
The cars driving overhead distract him. He stops for a second. All this noise is going to drive him crazy. He needs to be free to roam around. A city is no place for a wolf like him. Not anymore.
'No. I can't keep having these thoughts. I need to stick to my goals.' That's right. If he's going to be the underground kingpin of this city, he can't second guess himself. However, there is a growing need inside him to be recognized by the masses. A public figure. A villain.
Daren pulls out the cops ID and takes a good look at it. He needs to wait for the perfect set of circumstances for his plan to work. A righteous person like that won't be easy to corrupt. But he needs her on his side.
Looking at her face reminds him of her soft and fragile body. The way her thighs felt when he took his time to feel her up. 'No, I said I wouldn't do it here.' But his body made up his mind for him. He can't resist the urge.
....
Fenrir stands on top of the empire state building overlooking the city. He's proud of his handy work. The pieces that he set in motion are coming to fruition. 'It's only a matter of time until this city and the world changes forever.' He'll be at the front seat to witness it all.
The city lights at night are absolutely memorizing. A city like this never sleeps. There are still plenty of cars and people roaming the streets at night. 'This never gets old, seeing the look on everyone's face when they find out what's going on.'
"I thought I might find you here." The female wolf that Daren had met says as she approaches Fenrir from the rear. "You're becoming predictable."
Fenrir let's out a chuckle. "You surprise me. I never thought you would agree to help me again. I thought that you find me abhorrent." Fenrir turns his head to look at her. "Isn't that right. Raven? What? You can't cut ties with your father?"
Raven grits her teeth and tightens her fists. "I know there's still a good person deep inside you, somewhere."
Fenrir turns his whole body around to face her. His eyes giving her a stern look of disappointment. "What? Just because I raised you as a loving father and did a few good deeds in my life? No, everything is much more fun when you play God."
"STOP IT!" Raven yells at him, tears streaming down her face. "I don't understand why you're like this. What happened to you? Why did you leave us?"
"I see." Fenrir takes a few steps towards her. "So I was right! I was always like this. Your mother made me soft. So, I left."
"They did this to you. Putting all that pressure onto you at such a young age just because you were the only one who could save us all from death."
Fenrir turns around and walks to the edge of the building. "There's no use in reminiscing about the past. It was fun to fight. But now, I'd rather see how others use their gifts. I'll sit on the sidelines and watch everything unfold like a movie. Picking a good one is very time-consuming, so I would appreciate it if you would stay out of my way."