About Night Shift

by Andi Marquette
22 pages / 7500 words
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Martie works nights at a hospital, which suits her pretty well, as she gets to have her best friend and her current romantic obsession, Rhi, around a lot of the time. Unfortunately, she has a few secrets she's not sure will go over so well, so she doesn't ask Rhi out. When Rhi invites Martie to lunch, she can't bring herself to say no, but when their secret lives collide, can Martie and Rhi both make it out alive?

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There were two things I was pretty sure about the day she tied me down on her bed. One, I was crazy about her and, two, she was going to kill me. And not in that good multiple orgasm way. No, she was going to kill me in that dead for all eternity way because that was her job. That’s what her family has always done, that’s what it will always do, and therefore, no hard feelings; it’s just business. Better luck next time.

A familiar tingle started at the base of my spine. Not too long to moonrise now. I heard voices downstairs, hers raised in what might have been anger, and the others trying to placate her. Or so I wished. I wanted to believe that she was having a hard time bringing herself to complete her task. Maybe she felt sorry for me. Or maybe, just maybe, she really did like me back. After all, she said she did. No matter what that other slick bastard said. I’d spent time with her. She must feel something. I heard glass break against a wall. Then a deep male voice, intense. She yelled something back at him. He shouted at her. Another woman’s voice, raised to bring the other two back to attention and then another man’s voice, quieter.

I tested the ropes again. They’d hold me now, but after moonrise, they wouldn’t. I hadn’t yet figured out how to change at will, and she knew this. That’s why she knew she could leave me here, tied with cheap rope, until it was time for her to carry out her duty. I hadn’t yet figured out how to ignore the pull of the moon, either, and she knew that, too. Which might explain the loud, frantic discussion occurring downstairs. The tingle spread up my spine and down the backs of my thighs even as I saw the glow of the moon pushing through the clouds and the glass of the lone window.

Uh-oh.

My stomach clenched slightly, anticipating, and my muscles started to twitch involuntarily. I fought it, and each time I had done so in the past I was able to hold it off a little longer, but never enough to avoid a full change. The heat started in my chest and I battled it, growling involuntarily. Sweat pooled underneath me, soaking the blanket. I thought I heard a couple more slams below and then the voices went silent. Not that it mattered, as I was already beginning the shift and pain exploded through my bones. A series of thumps on the stairs sounded in my skull, like from the bottom of a well. The door opened and she entered, heavy silver pistol glinting as the moon finally broke its cloud cover.