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Party on Horror Beach	By : SheliakBob Category: S through Z > Universal Horror Movies Views: 1676 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER ELEVEN
The Wolf Man followed the scraps of scent blown across the island by ocean breezes. He prowled through the dense stands of Saw Palmetto trees, nose lifted to taste the breeze, eyes squeezed shut against the bright shafts of sunlight that lanced through the swaying tree tops. He ignored the startled miniature deer he encountered. They froze in place, petrified with uncertainty. The Wolf never hunted them in daylight. Their familiar scents tickled at his nose as he slunk past them. Musky, gamey, thin and bitter like the meat on their bones. The Wolf Man barely glanced their way. He was hunting other prey.
He could hear the Meat now, laughing and shouting, almost drowned out by the banging rattle of their portable generator. Suddenly there was a scream, high and shrill, a woman’s voice. The Wolf Man’s mouth flooded with drool. He licked his lips and sniffed at the air, expecting the tang of blood. But there was nothing. Salty sweat. More palm oil. And the nauseating fumes of burning gasoline.
As he came to the edge of the woods, the Wolf Man dropped to all fours to creep through the tall sea-grass. He glared up at the sun, which glared back down at him. Prowling through sunlight was unfamiliar to him. It made him nervous, cautious where normally he would bound and run. The beast in him felt terribly exposed and tried to take advantage of every bit of cover he could.
In a few minutes, he reached the lip of the dunes. Slowly, carefully, sniffing at the breeze for clues, he parted the grass and peeked over the crumbly sand. He stared down at his prey, just a few yards away.
The scene below baffled his animal brain.
There was a tall structure near to the dunes. Jagged and metallic, electrical sparks hissed and crackled over it. There were bright flashes of light with loud pops as circuits fired in jittery sequence. Thin streamers of blue smoke curled away from the structure. The acrid smell of electrical fires, burnt wiring and hot metal seared his nostrils.
The Wolf Man squinted and whined a little, deep in his throat.
He had experience with the stinging shock of electricity and did not like it at all.
A huge shape was spread out on a table under a sheet next to the sputtering structure. It smelled of rotten meat and chemicals. Greasy, oily, and rank. Something almost like wintergreen, something a little like curdled milk. The Wolf Man knew that smell all too well, and liked it even less than the electricity that was always somewhere nearby when it was present.
A strange little man stood by the dormant Monster. He wore a flopping white coat and a beard that smelled like rug fibers. Synthetic. Fake. The man pranced about and waved his hands at the sky, pumping fists at the clouds gathering quickly overhead and yammering nonstop.
Another man prowled past him, sliding sideways past the table holding a boxy device to his face, aimed at the shouty man. A weapon? It didn’t smell like a weapon. There was no gritty tang of gunpowder or the waxen metal smell of lead, almost like butter to the Wolf Man’s nose. The boxy device made a whirring sound that he did not like.
The Wolf Man shook his head.
Farther down the beach were the Meat smells he was more interested in.
Three women, skin barely covered with scraps of cloth, lie bound or trapped in some manner. They writhed and twisted their arms, crying and screaming. The Wolf Man’s heart pounded faster at the sight of all that vulnerable bare flesh. Everything about the women’s cringing demeanor said that they were terrified, but there was no bitter-sweet fear smell coming from them. They smelled excited instead.
Standing over them, menacing them with long, wicked-looking claws was some kind of scaly creature. Its body was shaped like a man’s but was covered by heavy scales. An over-sized fishy head topped its shoulders with rows of gills like lace drooping down. The head flopped weirdly from side to side as it snarled and swiped at the women.
Who were…laughing?
They were trying to cover it with hands pressed to their mouths and mugging expressions of terror, but they were, all three, laughing.
The Wolf Man stared at the scaly beast. There was something familiar about it. He had a dim memory of seeing it before, through The Larry’s eyes. He remembered seeing it attack a woman, remembered seeing claws and bloody flesh. The Larry had been excited by the sight. But the memory didn’t carry any taste of fear. The Larry was always afraid. But not of this scaly thing, which certainly looked dangerous.
The Wolf Man snarled. He did not like being confused.
On the other side of the crackling tower and the Monster’s table, there was another woman, this one with dark hair, who was tied to a rude cross of driftwood. A man stood defending her against another strange creature. This one had googly eyes and vicious-looking white teeth. Shreds of seaweed were draped over its arms and head. But it smelled completely dry. It smelled of rubber and man-sweat. There was a spear of some kind sticking out of its side. Thick dark ichor ran down its corrugated looking skin, but it didn’t smell like blood. It didn’t smell anything at all like blood. Actually, it smelled rather a lot like maple syrup and chocolate. But the creature staggered as if wounded.
And, to top off all the other weirdness, yet another strange creature was standing in the surf, surrounded by fog that smelled like smoke. A well-muscled man in tight trunks was spraying the smoky fog around the creature from a kind of hand pumped funnel device. The creature, which was clearly female since it had huge round breasts on its armored chest, paid no attention to the man and seemed intent on stomping its way, very slowly, toward shore. This female creature didn’t look like any female the Wolf Man had ever seen, and the man-beast had seen some very bizarre female entities. Whatever the strange she-creature was, it was wading out of the sea with an air of palpable menace and determination. It waved long lobster claws at the others and snarled with a mouth full of fangs bigger than the Wolf Man’s own.
The Wolf Man felt his hackles rising at the sight.
Mystified by the weirdness he was witnessing, and angry at the merciless hot sun beating down on his shoulders, the Wolf Man sunk down on his belly and hid in the tall grass. He would watch for awhile and see what happened.
The beach was very, very strange today.
It was full of Monsters!

Thompson whirled and backed about and kept constantly adjusting the focus, zooming in for tight shots and pulling out for wide-angle sweeps of the tableau on the beach. They’d already filmed each individual set-piece of the big finale, but Roger wanted big sweeping shots showing all the action at once as well. His instructions were, “Let the camera eat up the whole beach, gobble up all the monsters and the sand and the waves. Let’s milk this setting for all it’s worth before we have to bug out!”
Clouds were starting to drift in overhead. Thompson figured they didn’t have more than twenty or thirty minutes of usable light left, if that much. From the pitch-black heavy look of the approaching clouds, he figured they should have left an hour ago. They were going to have to pull out in a hurry and things were going to get rough before they could get all the way across the channel and into La Mirada’s harbor.
Bloody Roger and his bloody grand sweeping shots!
Thompson turned again and zoomed on the table with the Franken-dummy. Roger whipped off the sheet to reveal “his great-grandfather’s greatest creation!” The Monster prop was too realistic for Thompson’s taste. When he zoomed in on it, he could almost swear that he could see it breathing.
Then his sweeping camera lens caught something completely unexpected. As he arced away from the Monster and back toward the girls, he spotted some kind of animal lurking in the high grass. Something big. He zoomed in tight as he could and gasped out loud.
The animal had an almost human-looking face! Fangs and a black-tipped snout, like a wolf’s, but it also had smooth cheeks where the hair thinned out and a man’s high brow. The eyes, however, were pure beast. Dark, glittering, filled with a savage hunger, they also looked disturbingly clever. Too smart for a beast. Too feral for a man.
Those eyes squinted, the nose furrowed in a silent snarl.
“Jesus!” Shouted Thompson, dropping the camera.
The thing had been looking straight at him. It somehow instinctively knew that it had been spotted, that it was being watched, and it knew who the watcher was.
“What’s the matter?” Roger asked, halting his mad cackles and gesticulating to give Thompson a puzzled look.
The cameraman’s face was dead ashen white. He’d dropped his camera in the middle of a shoot. Thompson never dropped a camera!
Unable to speak, Thompson raised a trembling finger and pointed.
A hairy man-beast stood up and emerged from the stand of seagrass.
A wolf! Shrieked Roger’s mind for some reason. Despite what his eyes saw, his brain identified the beast as a wolf, standing on its hind legs. He had to blink several times to shake the false image out of his mind. What his eyes actually saw was a bipedal monster with fur-like gray hair. The lower part of the face, with its snout-like nose did faintly resemble a wolf’s, but the thing was wearing clothes! It had a dark gray shirt on and dark pants that almost perfectly matched the color of its hair. In fact, the image kept swimming in his vision. He only saw the clothes if he stared hard. Otherwise he saw a hairy body. It didn’t have a wolf’s lean body but rather the portly shape of an overweight man. In fact, it looked less like a wolf than like some kind of hairy ape-monster.
He saw a wolf! His brain stubbornly insisted.
Whatever it was, Roger felt a very strong urge to scream, so he did.
Tina and Baby Blue screamed in earnest when the snarling man-beast’s eyes turned toward them. It smiled, almost like a man, and licked its lips with a long rough tongue. Its eyes squinted with pleasure.
Red kicked off the loose-tied knots of stage rope and leaped to her feet. Without wasting a single breath on screaming, she bolted off down the beach at a dead run.
Tina and Blue screamed even louder.
The Wolf Man had a moment of indecision. He saw the prey he really wanted sprinting away. But he had two does practically at his feet, squalling helplessly. Instincts couldn’t be denied, he loomed over them, mouth open, preparing to drop down on soft white throats.
A heavy weight slammed into the Wolf Man, spilling him on the sand. The fish-headed monster had charged him and knocked him down. It stood between him and the does, clawed hands lashing out, head shaking side to side while it uttered a weirdly hollow, muffled bellow of challenge.
The Wolf Man smiled. He liked a good fight almost as much as he liked biting and killing helpless prey. The violence was like a drug to him.
The Wolf Man was back on his feet in a single fluid bound, circling his new rival.
The Party Beach Horror Monster circled with the Wolf Man, staying between him and the females. It lashed out with its oddly waggling claws, but didn’t make a serious effort to strike home.
Curious.
The too clever brain inside the man-beast guessed that his opponent was afraid. It was making a good show of aggression, but seemed wary of actually getting into arm’s reach of him. It swiped but never actually struck.
The Wolf Man grinned, a sneer of a growl in his throat.
Suddenly the werewolf lashed out with a claw. The other monster tried to block the strike. Its long talons slapped harmlessly at the Wolf Man’s arm. The werewolf’s claws struck home, digging deep into the spongy body of its enemy until they bit muscled flesh and scraped bone. A great gout of blood splattered out of the enemy’s wound.
The fish-monster cried out, screaming with pain, then breaking into sobs.
In that moment the Wolf Man knew that his opponent was no real threat, just more prey wrapped in rubber scales. He drove in, teeth gnashing, claws raking, tearing deep into flesh until he felt slippery viscera beneath his fingers. Then he grabbed hold and pulled.
The wide-eyed fish head with its frill of gills and mouth full of odd hotdog-like protrusions fell loose and empty upon the sand.
With no more distractions the Wolf Man turned to the screaming females. They had both made it to their feet and were trying to flee. In a moment of cold-hearted, calculating clarity, Baby Blue reached out and shoved Tina back to the ground. She took off running with all her might while her companion spilled prone on the sand, a shocked look on her face. The Wolf Man looked at the fleeing female with something almost like admiration. Nature loves a survivor!
The werewolf accepted its offering and leaped upon Tina’s back. The claws on his toes dug into the back of the female’s legs and ripped down, tearing muscle and tendons.
Both hands reached around to grip flesh, fingers digging in, claws puncturing soft tissue and gouging, burrowing until they hit ribs. The Wolf Man took a deep breath to savor the smell of the prey’s hair, only to get a stinging snout full of peroxide and hair-spray scent. He sneezed, shaking his head. The female screamed and thrashed. Letting loose a howl of delight, the Wolf Man twisted his head in a circle before lunging down upon her throat.
His fangs tore through skin and flesh, severed arteries. Hot salty blood gushed into his mouth. He pulled his head back, ripping the main artery free, a rubbery spurting tube in his teeth. The Wolf Man pressed his bloody snout down as deep into the wound as it would go, then shook his head viciously from side to side, worrying the woman’s throat as a dog would a chew-toy.
His body shivered with delight as the prey spasmed through her last throes, then fell limp and motionless.
Utterly satisfied, yet still as ever-hungry as always, the Wolf Man looked up and cast about for the next thing to kill.
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