Ada was waiting for Norman to come round. He always came on a Friday night with a little extra something for her. Tonight was going to very special though.
Today had been the first day that rationing was lifted. Not only that, the blackout curtains could be taken down for the first time in years after the war.
It would be wonderful to see daylight and moonlight streaming into the the flat once more. Years of darkness had made their lives miserable but at least they were still alive in what was left of their mountainous land.
It was already dusk outside but that didn't bother Ada. She couldn't wait to see what Norman had managed to find that was special at the full grocery store.
Maybe some fresh meat or some sausage or maybe even a freshly slaughtered bird. How fantastic it would be to get her hands wet again on the the fat giblets of a whole chicken.
Norman knocked gently on the door.
'I'm here Ada, I'm here!'
'Oh Norman, I have been waiting all day for you and now you're here I cannot wait any longer to see what you have brought!'
Norman opened his wicker bag and pulled out pulled out some waxed paper dripping with blood.
'Fresh liver!'
'Oh my! How fabulous! Oh but if only we had some butter and onions to go with it.'
'Ta da! Butter and onions for my lady!'
'Oh how wonderful! I have some potatoes left over. It will be a meal fit for a King and Queen, even poor ones like us!'
Norman reached into his wicker basket again.
'But that's not all!'
He pulled out out large bunch of flowers.
'I could only get wolfsbane I'm afraid Darling. It was all they had and Erica upstairs got three times as much. I got the last bunch.'
'It's fine Norman. They're lovely. We haven't had wolfsbane in the home for years. I'll get water and a vase.'
Ada placed the wolfsbane on the table. It flouresced in the embryo of a full moon.
Ada busied herself at the stove with the food. The butter spat and hissed as the onion rings dropped in.
She carefully sliced the potatoes and next would be that special treat.
The sight of the bloodied liver on the paper sent an unfamiliar but pleasant frisson of excitement through her and she found herself enthusiastically licking the blood off her fingers.
Norman watched her doing this with fascination.
'Leave mine rare Ada. Just the slightest touch of heat.'
'Me too as well love. Mmm!'
The evening grew and the full moonlight shone brightly through the uncurtained windows. It bathed the wolfsbane in a cold glow and it's ancient scent whispered to the old lovers.
It was whilst they were slurping the crimson off their empty plates smiling that they heard a loud crash upstairs in the flat above.
'What's Erica up to now?'
'Beats me!'
Then they both heard a growl. Clear and distinct. Like an animal.
'Has Erica got a dog? She'll be in trouble with the landlord, mark my words.'
Ada picked up the wax paper that the liver had been wrapped in and tongued it voraciously.
Norman joined her.
Upstairs the growling got louder and sounds of wooden furniture breaking made the old couple stop licking.
'She really has got a big dog up there Ada. It's smashing up the place!'
'We'd better go and see if she's alright.'
More tables and chairs were crashing around at Erica's when they set off up the stairs.
Ada began to feel strange as soon as they climbed. Her limp muscles started to feel tighter and her flat chest inflated. Her teeth moved and squeaked and her black nails wiggled on her creaking fingers.
Ada stared at them in horror.
'Norman!'
'Shhh!'
Norman's shush sounded odd. There was a certain gutteral depth to it that was most unlike him. It was more akin to a .... growl!
Ada watched with lustful admiration as Norman's old shirt ripped open revealing his now huge muscular arms covered in thick russet fur.
'Norman!'
Her own voice had changed too. She sounded like a talking dog.
Norman turned round. His head had transformed into huge wolf's and his fingers bristled with razor-sharp claws.
He howled at his lover and to Ada's amazement she howled back, now as enormous and hairy as her man.
The wooden door to Erica's suddenly smashed outwards and splintered into a thousand pieces.
Something vast and monstrous loped onto the moonlit landing.
The wolf that was once their neighbour glared at Ada and Norman with an unfathomable malice and she commenced to walk downstairs towards them.
The three werewolves leapt and collided in an explosion of talons and teeth. Fur flew and thick blood spattered the stairwell. They fell together through the banisters and continued to battle in the hall, the two lover wolves, despite their smaller size, set upon Erica with a wild fury completely alien to them.
It was some time later that Ada and Norman were again sat at their kitchen table. This time they were naked and smothered in red
'This liver's absolutely delicious love. No need to cook it at all.'
'I know. So big and juicy. It's a pity that Erica won't be needing it anymore!'
They both laughed loudly as blue blood ran down their stubbled chins.
The moon above them waned in the dawn sky and the wolfsbane withered in its vase.
Norman and Ada shrugged, held hands and went into the bedroom chuckling.
