In the light of the moon

By R. D. Noland

You can't keep running from your past, especially when it has four legs and fang's. 

In the exciting second installment of Tales of a Gay Witch, we return to Jason and his friends six months later as they

• Language: English
• Publisher: Raymond D. Noland
• Release date: Jun 7, 2021
• ISBN: 9781087964652

R. D. Noland

R.D. Noland was born in the suburbs of Dayton, Ohio. During his last two years of high school, he attended M.C.J.S. studying art, photography, and printing. He took some classes at the Sinclair Community College to continue his education. He was raised by his mother, grandmother and aunt, all of whom shaped the way he viewed the world. Mr. Noland moved to Florida in1989 with his significant other and their two cats. They closed the chapter on that relationship after many years and sadly the cats went with his ex. Later he adopted two dogs that he fell in love with; they became his baby girls. He was accepted by some major art schools but could not afford to attend, so enrolled in a local college to study art. He has worked as a custom picture framer and a freelance artist in some several galleries and frame shops. Mr. Noland feels at his best when he is creating, so please join him on this new creative adventure and see where his imagination takes us.

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Prologue

Tracy Talbert––a young, slim, six-foot-tall lesbian with short raven black hair––was out having a few drinks with her friend Tim at their favorite gay bar, the Wall Street in Columbus, Ohio. It’s a place where the ladies can have a night on the town because most of the gay bars aren’t that friendly to the lesbian crowd, but now Tracy was pissed that Tim ditched her for another boy without a word for a hookup, when she could have stayed home with her girlfriend Tessa. Tracy was going to have to walk home all by herself, vowing to give that little slut a piece of her mind in the morning.

She downed the rest of her drink and slammed it on the bar. Saying goodnight to the bartender, she grabbed her jacket in a huff and headed out the door. She headed to the bus stop, thinking it was just a few blocks away. There weren’t too many people out tonight, and the ground was wet which made the roads black and shiny like pools of oil. It looked like it stopped raining a while ago, leaving a few puddles. She stopped at the edge of the street, looking both ways to make sure no one was coming. Tracy looked over her shoulder and saw the bus was coming. She started to run for it, waving her arms and yelling, trying to get the bus driver’s attention. She wasn’t close enough to the bus stop, and the driver just kept going right past her. She stopped, bending over to catch her breath and deciding to walk home after all. It’s amazing that this place is a ghost town at 11pm at night on the weekend.

Walking a few more blocks, Tracy spotted a man dressed in black. Most of him was concealed in shadow, and she could barely see his face. She heard the click of his lighter as he lit his cigarette; now she could tell the man was dark-haired with a closely shaven beard, and was wearing a long black trench coat that made him look ominous. When he puffed on his cigarette, she could see the red glow of the ash and when he exhaled the smoke it gave her chills. Her heart began to race. She had a feeling that he wasn’t out for a friendly stroll.

Picking up the pace, walking faster and trying not to make eye contact, Tracy stumbled and almost twisted her ankle. She crossed the next street and went another block, before turning to wait for a moment. As she suspected, the man came out of the shadows and started to walk in her direction. If this is how you’re going to play it, let the game begin.

She turned down an alleyway and ran into a brick wall at the end. Spotting a window on the second story of the building, Tracy climbed on top of a dumpster, then grabbed on a ledge with a balcony and pulled herself up. She perched herself on the balcony waiting. She turned her head and snapped her neck, feeling her bones pop and twist, her nails growing an inch and sharpened to a razor’s edge. Her canine teeth extended to a fine point. Her body was covered in a golden fur with black spots, her eyes the color of amber and her vision as clear at night as during the day––now she had all the speed and strength of a leopard.

It only took a few minutes before the man in black took the bait. He stood at the end of the alley and paused for a moment, then proceeded to start looking around, pushing debris and boxes out of his way. He made his way back to the dumpster, examining the area.

Just then, Tracy pounced on the man, landing right on top of him. She slashed at him wildly, ripping the fabric of his leather coat and clawing at his face. He tried to block her attacks with his arms but she landed one right across the face. The man yelled and then snorted. He managed to push her aside. Tracy crouched down to the side of him and he put his hand to his face and got up. He was now in view of the streetlights and she could see his face clearly. The wounds that she inflicted to his face then began to heal, the skin somehow mending itself.

Then Tracy remembered where she had seen him before.

He knocked her out of the way, and she skidded to the side of the wall then sprang on top of the dumpster. His face contorted and she heard the familiar sound of his bones popping and snapping. His eyes glowed like two round rubies that were on fire, and his nose and jaw extended into a snout of a wolf. Shit! He was a werewolf, and another alpha.

Tracy only had seconds to react, since he was vulnerable when he was transforming into the wolf stage.

She made her move, springing on him, slicing at his heel, cutting the tendons to slow him down, though she knew it would only give her a few seconds’ head start. Then she made her way to the end of the alley, turning just for a second to see the man tending to his ankle. She knew it wouldn’t keep him down long, so she decided to make a break for it. Then she felt a searing pain in the back of her head, and everything went black.

Waking up a few minutes later, Tracy was lying on the cold wet ground. She tried to focus, slipping in and out of consciousness. Her head felt like it was splitting open, but that was not the only pain that she was experiencing. The man was on top of Tracy, clawing at her body, halfway between his transformation, penetrating her, assaulting her with his prick. Tracy clawed and started to struggle to get him off, but he was too strong. She could feel the heat and stench from his breath on her, as the saliva dripped from his jowls. She tried to keep down the bile that was collecting in her throat.

Just then, Tracy heard someone laughing and turned her head to see who it was. There was a woman standing over them with a baseball bat. She was laughing and dancing as she watched the man rape Tracy. Her body shut down and was numb as he assaulted her, tearing at her skin, leaving cuts and gashes only for them to heal moments later so he could do it over and over again.

Tracy turned away from both of them and looked up at the night sky. She could see that the moon was just starting to come over the side of the building. It was a full moon tonight. She heard the woman begin to scream as she herself started to transform into a wolf, bending down on all fours. Tracy just started laughing, the man stopped his attack on her and looked up into the sky and sniffed the air. Both wolves started to growl.

Then, one by one, Tracy’s pride of werecats revealed themselves on the roof tops in all shapes and sizes. Tracy’s girlfriend Tessa, a snow-white weretiger, jumped from the roof, pouncing on the she-wolf and bashing her against the wall. The wolf whimpered and ran away.

The alpha werewolf stood up and charged for Tessa, but not before all the other werecats pounced from the rooftops onto the wolf, biting and clawing and overwhelming him. He also whimpered as he retreated from the alley, his tail between his legs.

Tracy transformed back to her human form and, with the last bit of energy she had, climbed on top of Tessa and told her to take her home. She had to tell someone there was a rogue pack of werewolves on the prowl.

Chapter One

It had been about six months since Damien left. It was so hard at first, like someone ripped my heart out and stomped on it. I was crying and sleeping a lot and I would have loved to wallow in self-loathing, but my family and friends did their best to make sure that did not happen. Grams took me out to dinner and to the theater to see a play now and then, and Jo takes me to the club a few nights a week. I moved to the other apartment with Tom and Vickie. It was working out well—we get along great—and I’m still working at the convenience store, having been promoted to assistant manager.

The way I felt was nothing compared to what Chris was going through, and I needed to stay strong for him. I hope to see Damien one day. Maybe we will get back together, maybe not—at least I know he is alive and well. But Chris will never see John again, his death as final as it can be. One day I’m going to have to release his soul from the Soulstone. I hope I did the right thing and I wish there was something I could do to help; I just have to keep looking until I find the answers, and will just have to be there for Chris the best way I can until I do.

I made some new friends at the club, Bruce was one. He is Detective Steven Miller’s boyfriend and is so damn cute, but he has someone so I don’t want to go there. There have been a few guys that I have had my eye on. I guess it’s time for me to go out on a date again, especially as my friends keep threatening to fix me up with someone.

Oh, and there’s Ray: a short, black-haired New Wave boy who has been trying to get me to go out with him. Sometimes he goes by the nickname Raven because his hair is shaped like a bird. He is a little queeny for my taste but he is very cute, so I told him I would love to go out with him to see if we could be more than just friends. We made plans to meet up at 1470 West and we would take the night from there. It’s been a while since I had an interest in anyone, but I can’t just stay home and hope that Damien was going to show up in my life again—especially since I haven’t heard from him since he left.

I went through the routine of deciding what to wear. First off, I picked out my lucky parachute pants that show off my assets nicely, a black mesh shirt that you could see my smooth chest through, and my silver belt that wrapped around my waist twice, hanging on one side of my hip. I finished the outfit with my gray low-cut boots. Satisfied with my selection, I grabbed a towel and jumped in the shower, getting the water hot as I could stand it. I stood under the shower head, letting the water run down my face and body. The water and the steam felt so good and soothing. I shampooed my hair, rinsed and added conditioner, then lathered up with the soap running my hands all over my body.

I made my way down to my pubic area, caressing my cock and balls, making myself slightly erect. I slid my hands around to my ass, letting my fingers slowly run along the crack and tease the hole, taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of pleasure. After I was satisfied that I was totally cleaned up, I rinsed the soap and conditioner off. I pulled back the shower curtain; the bathroom was foggy like a steam room. I grabbed a towel and dried myself off , then wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the door to the bathroom, the steam billowing out of the room.

I went into my bedroom then closed the door, letting my towel drop to the floor. Having got dressed, I went back into the bathroom after the steam had cleared to gel my hair, spiking it up.

I didn’t have a ride to the club tonight so I called a cab to pick me up. I was a little nervous, since it was the first time I had gone to the club by myself. I was hoping there would be a someone that I knew there to talk with until Ray got there.

Hearing the horn of the cab, I ran downstairs and out the door, then was on my way to 1470.

Chapter Two

A short time after we pulled up to 1470, I got out of the cab and tipped the driver. I entered the club and showed my ID to the doorman at the coat check. It was a little early yet. I looked around to see if I recognized anyone. I was in luck. I saw Kenny and Dennis, friends of mine, at a table by the dance floor. Kenny is tall and thin with long brown hair that he kept tied back in a ponytail, while Dennis is a black guy, also tall and lean, but with no hair on his head. All his hair was on his face with a full beard and mustache that he kept trimmed and shaped. I waved and went over to the table, giving them a hug.

Kenny said, Jason, have a seat with us.

Thanks guys, if you don’t mind me butting in.

Dennis asked, Are you here by yourself tonight?

For now, I’m supposed to meet Ray here tonight and we are going to get a bite to eat after. It’s kinda a date, we’re going to see if we can take this thing to more than just friends. It’s my first so-called date since Damien left.

Kenny turned to me. That sweet, I hope it works out for you. There should be a few more friends coming tonight. Bruce and Steven said they might show up. I don’t know if you met Mickey Hawthorne yet, he said he was coming tonight. Oh, and there he is now.

Turning to look, I saw another tall slender young man, maybe twenty or so, probably a year or two older than me. I bit my lip as he was coming through the door. He had long wavy dark hair, probably brown but was hard to tell in the lighting of the club, with one blond streak that curled to one side of his face. My heart skipped a beat as he waved and headed for the table. Wow, he has definitely piqued my interest. Kenny and Dennis greeted Mickey, giving him a big hug.

Mickey turned to me and asked. Who is this? I don’t think we’ve met.

Dennis and Kenny introduce me. This is Jason Wynwood, another friend of ours.

I stood up and shook his hand, trying not to choke on my words. Nice to meet you Mickey.

Thanks Jason, it’s nice to meet you too. Would you like something to drink?

Just a cranberry and orange for now would be nice.

Mickey called over a waiter to take our drink order. Two virgin madras please.

The waiter nodded and left to get our drinks.

Mickey leaned over. I’m not drinking tonight either, I have to meet some friends early tomorrow morning. What brings you out tonight Jason?

I was supposed to meet someone at the club tonight, but it looks like he’s running late. So I’m just chilling with my friends till he gets here.

The waiter brings our drinks over, placing two napkins on the table. I started to give the waiter the money for the drinks plus tip, but Mickey stopped me saying, No, my treat.

We take a couple of sips of our drinks, and I asked Mickey, Would you like to dance?

Sure Jason, I would love to.

I asked Kenny and Dennis if they would look after our drinks while we danced.

Dennis replied, Go ahead you two, have fun. We’re going to have a drink and talk for a while.

Mickey pulled me out to the dance floor, the DJ playing some of my favorite dance hits like Deniece Williams’ Let’s Hear It For The Boy, Wham!’s Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go and Tina Turner’s What’s Love Got to Do with It and so many others as we danced on.

Mickey leaned over, You’re a really good dancer.

Thanks, you’re pretty good yourself.

We danced for a while then I saw Bruce and Steven over Mickey’s shoulder. Would you like to take a break? I’d like to say hi to Bruce and Steven.

He turned and waved. He said sure, let’s go say hi.

We walked back to the table and took a sip of our cocktails. Everyone greeted Bruce and Steven before sitting at the table. We knew Steven as Detective Steven Miller, who we had to work with last year when my friends and I got in the middle of a murder case where gay men were turning up dead at rest-stops around the Dayton area.

Jason, it’s amazing that we haven’t met before considering that we have a lot of the same friends.

I replied, I know, I haven’t been going out to the club lately but I am glad we met tonight. I was supposed to meet someone here tonight at the club but he is over an hour late so I don’t think he’s going to show. But I’m not going to let it get to me. I plan to have fun with or without him.

Mickey asked, A boyfriend?

I laughed, No, just a friend. We were going to see if there could be something more between us. There was a boyfriend, but we broke it off a little while ago and this was supposed to be the first time I was going out with someone. I hate getting stood up.

Mickey smiled. Well that’s his loss, you can have fun without him.

I agreed and also smiled. Thanks Mickey.

Steven tapped my arm, Jason, I need to talk to you about Jo—there’s something she should know.

Okay, you want to talk now?

Steven nodded. Yes, let’s go over to the pool tables where the music isn’t so loud.

We told Mickey and Bruce that I would be right back. We went over to the pool tables and I cast a spell so no one could hear us.

Steven, what’s up?

"I’ve been getting some disturbing reports of lesbian women getting attacked and raped in other parts of Ohio. Three women have been attacked, and so far two did