Janet Narciso had left the Ozzy Osbourne concert a few songs early – not by choice, but by force – her mother had found out she was listening to the Devil’s Music and tore her a new asshole over the phone; over the loud metal music that was Ozzy.
Janet walked to the elevator of the parking garage, head hung low, blonde hair covering her face. She had spent four months pay just to afford a ticket for a crappy seat. But that man was deliciously hot, so she was willing to forgive that craptastic seat of hers. Janet felt defeated and her mother just kept kicking her.
Even though the parking garage was across the street from the venue, she could swear she could feel the vibrations from The Wizard – not being there, watching Ozzy blow on that harmonica…made Janet feel that much more miserable. The garage was still packed to the gills with cars, Janet’s car would be the only missing car.
“I can’t wait until I move out!” she groaned to no one, everyone she knew was either at home; most likely sleeping or at the concert. In fact, she should have been nowhere near Los Angeles – she was eighteen, but her mother still insisted on enrolling her in day camps during the summer.
Anything to keep her away from listening to the Devil’s Music. Because that would send her into a Schizophrenic-like state.
Anything to keep her away from drinking the Devil’s Piss. (Alcohol) Because that’d turn her into a stark raving lunatic.
Anything to keep her away from indulging in the Devil’s Visions. (Drugs)
Anything to keep her away from doing the Devil’s Dance. (Sex) That shit would corrupt her!
Hell, even the report of the wolf attacks near Ozzy concerts weren’t enough to keep her home. She chuckled to herself. A wolf in Los Angeles? A wolf that hung out near Ozzy concerts? She envisioned that the wolf kept the haters at bay for Ozzy.
A beautiful wolf spirit that had amazing taste in music, she half wondered if the wolf liked Alice Cooper as well.
She got out her phone and dialed the number 9 for home. Her mother wouldn’t let her have a smart phone because then she’d have easy access to the Devil’s Music. She was answered by the answering machine.
The time was only 10 and she knew her mother could never sleep that early. “She’s allowed to go out but heaven forbid I go to a metal concert.”
The beep came and Janet sniffled back some tears. “Hi mom, I just got into the parking garage, I’ll be home soon.” What Janet Narciso had really wanted to say was “If you had let me stay to watch that sex and metal G-d preform, I wouldn’t have to stuff my boot all up in your ass!”
Janet slid the phone back into the pocket of her black dickies and then stopped dead in her tracks. From behind her, she heard a low growl. She took a few more steps and heard another, longer growl.
It didn’t sound human but it also didn’t sound strictly animal. It certainly wasn’t a growl from Ozzy, not that she had ever heard that man growl. She had fantasized about him on top of her, growling.
But never heard him actually growl. She continued walking, even it was the wolf, she just had to act bigger and not look in the eyes. But a loud growl and the nerve grating sound of claws on concrete caused her to stop and look behind her.
Standing behind her was the hunched frame of a werewolf, towering over her nearly six-foot frame. The wolf human hybrid had thick black fur with two glowing eyes set deep into the fur. Janet took off running.
The werewolf ran after her, its wide and soft pads making no sound on the hard, cold concrete of the parking garage. Its bright eyes boring into the back of Janet’s skull. Its bushy tail wagging as it took joy in the chase.
Her ankle twisted and she went down. She looked behind her and saw no man, wolf or anything between. She was just probably full of shit and whiskey.
Then she heard the clicking on long, thick claws in front of her and she turned back around. She looked up into the snarling face of the moon beast and screamed as the werewolf growled. Janet knew this was gonna be a cunt. “No!”
The jaws snapped around her head, blood sprayed in an odd way on the concrete, but no one would notice – either too tired after the concert or too drunk. The wolf pulled Janet into the elevator lobby.
“Last night, after an Ozzy Osbourne concert, a young woman’s body was found. The victim’s head, arms and legs had been removed by what officials are saying are dog bites. The police have tied this recent victim to the multiple murders that have seemed to be following Ozzy Osbourne on his newest tour. The victim is 18-year-old Janet Narciso of Santa Ana, California. Like the other victims in this string of murders, there is a layer of black fur covering the victim.”
Ozzy folded the newspaper and put it on the side table. He threw his arm around the small girl sitting next to him. “You have to be careful, love,” Ozzy smiled to her.
“I keep the haters at bay,” she smiled, kissing his nose.
“Who could ever hate your Madman?” he chuckled.