10pm I'm half drunk on whiskey and beer sitting on the railing shirtless. Ya I'm a mess right now. But it's Monday and there's nothing good on TV, so I decide to sit outside and listen to the sounds of corruption in the city. It was pleasing to my ears. I take another swig of whiskey straight from the bottle and choke it down.

"Is that where you're at this evening? Getting shit faced by yourself again?" She asks.

I look over to Katy scowling at me like usual. It could be the whiskey but she looks exceptional tonight. With an oversized sweater that hangs off one shoulder coming down to her upper thighs. She is wearing these grey thigh high socks that force your eyes to look at the gap between her legs. I hope off the balcony railing and make my way over to her to get a closer look.

"Just my usual Monday Katy, don't get excited... You look hot tonight, want to get drunk with me?." I ask as the whiskey drowns my filter making me bold and stupid.

She laughs. "Not so shy tonight, hey? That whiskey seems to be turning you into a "normal" person. Are you feeling lonely?"

"I'm never lonely, that's what alcohol is for." I reply, taking another swig.

"That's stupid." She says and walks back inside.

I'm noticing her bubbly personality is fading the more I talk to her. It pains me to think she's losing herself here. This place takes anything good out of everything. I take another swig and go inside to put some music on.

There's a knock at the door. Fuck sake. I grab my pistol off the coffee table and tuck it into my belt before looking through the peephole in the door.

Green eyes and full lips...
"What do you want Katy?" I ask, putting the pistol on a table beside me.

"You asked me if I want to come get drunk with you! Or did you forget already! Don't be such a fucking idiot and open the door!"

I sigh. Regretting the situation I just put myself in. God damn whiskey.

"I wasn't being serious!" I reply as I open the door for her. She shoves her way through carrying a box of ciders with her. Of course she drinks "cider".

"Well you shouldn't say shit you don't mean, let's go out on the balcony and get hammered."

I follow her outside as she props herself up on my balcony railing popping open one of her fruity drinks.

I stare at her brows raised. "I don't know how you drink that shit."

"What? These?." She holds it up to me.

"Yeah."

"They're good!." She replies, taking a slam.

I shake my head at her and hand her my bottle of whiskey. "Here, you have some catching up to do. I'm curious to see what whiskey does to someone so pure."

"Pure?!." She bursts out laughing. "You think I'm pure? What does that even mean?" She takes a swig of whiskey and chokes on it. Just as I thought she would.

I laugh at her and sit beside her on the railing taking the bottle back.
"It means you've never been in "real" trouble before or you've never caused any."

"That's not true! One time I stole five hundred dollars worth of clothing and merchandise from a mall where I used to live. I got caught and had to give it all back, they made me do community service."

I burst out laughing. "Wow, you such a badass, I had no idea." I say rolling my eyes.

"Oh ya? And what have you done that is so "badass".

I stop laughing and start to think of the many things I've done. My nightmares come back to me again and I drink down more whiskey before I answer.
"You don't want to know."

"Yes do I want to know! You act like some kind of dangerous mercenary, is that what you do for work? You work for the government?"

I chuckle at myself, she thinks I work as some sort of movie spy, like James Bond, but that's far from who I am. I guess I would be the guy everyone tries to kill, you know... the villain.

"I don't work for the government. I work for people you don't want to know. As for what I do, there's a lot of things I do, but if I told you, you would probably leave my apartment." I reply.

"Right, cuz you're so "'badass". She says. "So you're like a drug lord or something?"

"No." I reply. "Can we change the subject please, I'm starting to get irritated. Your questions bring back shit I try not to think about. Here... drink more." I push the whiskey bottle into her face.

She grabs it and chugs some down. I watch her wipe the excess of her sultry lips.

"Alright." She says.

We sit in silence, listening to the sounds of the city. I notice her repeatedly glancing at me, looking me up and down.

"What do you keep looking at?" I ask.

"Well if you haven't noticed you're not wearing a shirt."

"So?"

"If I took my shirt off would you look at me too?" She smirks.

Now I'm staring at her breasts picturing them in front of me. I need an out, before I say something stupid.
"I don't have to answer that." I reply. "I'm going to go get a beer you want one?"

"No thanks, nice dodge." She says laughing.

"Maybe you are more "trouble" than I thought."

I grab a beer from the fridge and head back out, only to see her standing there leaning against the railing topless. It was almost like walking into a barrier. The minute I placed my eyes on her body I froze unable to move forward.

"Holy fuck." I whisper and swallow hard. Her body was amazing.

"Well we're even now." She says biting her lip. I'm not entirely sure what she meant by that but she is walking towards me now and I can't help but back up a few steps. "You look nervous. Am I making you uncomfortable?"

I growl at her and back up further into my apartment trying my best not to let the darker side go, but as the urge to ravage her like a savage beast rises inside me, I begin to let her in. I stop breathing as she gets closer, I need her to stop before something happens.
"Katy please put a shirt on." I beg.

"Why? I thought this is what you wanted." She smiles and pushes me further towards my couch and before I know it I'm sitting with her in my lap. As my hands roughly explore her body. She brings her lips to mine and pushes them on me. Those perfect supple lips mold over mine like putty as she separates them to let our tongues touch. The taste of whiskey soaked into her mouth has me wanting more. I run my hands down her back and over her ass pulling her deeper into my lap. She moans, but that's not what I want to hear, I want to hear her scream. I want her to feel pain for me, hurt for me, feel pleasure from me. I lift a hand from her ass and run my fingers through her hair then grab it hard. I pull back, making her stop and look at me.

"Ethan that hurts." She says.

"I know." I say and pull harder. She cries out in pain. Yes, like that. I push her down onto the couch as my true nature explodes out of me. I can smell her fear as I hover over top of her growling. I feel my eyes drunk, wild and unrestrained as they are no longer mine, they are what lies beneath and as I release my canine instinct, she stops me.

"Ethan stop!" She screams and pushes me onto the floor and I snap out of my sexual aggression.

"What the fuck was that? You're acting crazy! Is that what you like? Hurting me? That turns you on?" She yells..

"Shit." I whisper and I realize how forceful I was in my drunken state.

I stand up and watch her put her sweater back on.

"Answer me Ethan!"

"I told you not to get close to me, I am fucked up Katy!... Just stay away from me and you won't get hurt." I yell back.

Her eyes change from anger to pity. Then I watch her storm out of my apartment leaving the door wide open.