Seas Of Passion

“Well, there’s no way for me to follow you in the water little boy, but I know where you’re going. All I have to do is find the second shifter and wait for you and your new female.”

She walked back to the taxi and got in, noticing that her control had worn off the driver and that he was sweating profusely and shaking once again.

“What’s the matter driver? Don’t you want to keep serving me and taking me wherever I need to go, or would you like me to tear you to pieces?” Lara said, shifting just her mouth until it stretched and began to fill with hundreds of razor sharp teeth. The taxi driver looked away and began breathing heavily, trying not to vomit as Lara laughed and returned to normal.

“What a weakling you are, so weak I don’t even want to mate with you. If I didn’t need you to control this contraption I would have already torn your arms off and left you in here to bleed out or maybe-”

“L-Lady, look, I’ll do what ya want here, but I can’t drive forever, this car needs gas! I can’t drive with no gas, so killin me will only slow ya down until-”

“Oh, is that it? I know how that works; you just need the green papers. Go to the place where you get this ‘gas’ and I’ll handle the rest.”

The taxi driver pulled into the gas station attached to the large store where Shanice had parked and watched as Lara got out and walked around, surveying the place. The attendant inside the cubicle near the pumps was female, so her control would not work, meaning she had to find a male at one of the pumps. She soon chose one, an older man who was just getting out of his truck. She walked up to him with a smile as her eyes flashed briefly.

“Hello, give me all of your green papers please, then get back into your metal box and leave here.”

The man’s eyes glazed over and he complied, opening his wallet and handing her a little over one hundred dollars before getting back into his truck and leaving. Lara walked up to the cubicle and handed the money to the attendant through the safety glass.

“Here is the green paper, give me the gas.”

“Excuse me?”

“Gas. Give me the gas in exchange for these green papers.”

“Uh…sure, how much? What pump?”

“What are you talking about? The green papers are there, so let me have the gas, don’t make this difficult.”

“Is this your first time getting gas ma’am? I need to know how much gas you want first, then which pump you are on.”

Lara felt herself beginning to shift from anger, then stopped it and took the money back, returning to the taxi and tossing it to the driver.

“Here, go and get the gas for me, they want to know all sorts of pointless things, make sure to tell them how much and what ‘pump’ we are on, whatever that means. Also, if you try to run away I’ll find you and make you break one of your legs with your own hands.”

She watched with detached disinterest as the driver walked nervously toward the cubicle, pointed to where the car was parked and then came back, pocketing the rest of the money as he did. He walked around to the side of the taxi and began pumping the gas, then walked to the window.

“Um, miss, this car also needs oil and coolant, or else it will overheat and stop on us, then you won’t be able to get anywhere. I can go and get them inside the store for you, since you might not know what to look for while the gas pumps.”

“Clever boy, but I’m going to come with you, I’m not having you escaping in the mass of people inside that large box. Let’s go, and remember what happens if you try to escape.”

The dejected taxi driver walked next to Lara into the store, then to the automotive section and found the items he was looking for. On their way to the checkout, they walked past the seafood section and Lara pulled him to the counter there as she eyed the rows of fish.

“Hello ma’am, what can I get for you?”

“I will have seal.”

The man behind the counter laughed, Lara taking it as a threat when his teeth showed.

“That was a good one miss, but seriously, what would you like? We have a sale on tuna.”

Lara’s eyes flashed briefly and she smiled coldly as she spoke.

“Give me all of the salmon you have up here, and then cut off your left hand please.”

The man quickly got to work bagging all of the large filets of salmon, then handing them to Lara, who made the taxi driver hold them. Once he finished, he went back to the large cutting board, pulled a cleaver from the wall and hacked through his hand in three cuts, staring at it silently as he did so. Lara walked on toward the exit of the store and a few seconds before she went through the double doors, a loud scream came from the seafood section as her control wore off. There was panic in the store and so nobody stopped her or the taxi driver as the anti-theft gates went off and soon they were back at the taxi. As the driver put the oil and coolant into the car, Lara consumed thirty-five pounds of raw salmon, shifting her mouth and throat to shark form and tearing into each piece, mildly confused when there was little blood. As the driver shut the hood, he saw her finishing the last large piece and was sick, running to a nearby trash can, and vomiting into it. He got back into the taxi and was instructed to continue toward the facility Gordon Manfree worked at.