The moon shone high in the sky, as the wolf prowled down the street sniffing at the air. Its feet gently padded on the cobblestones, silencing its stride perfectly. He saw the house he was aiming for ahead, and speed up. Inside the house Cthulhu was moulding bread loaves for the next mornings baking session. Considering he was unemployed and on the dole, he knew he didnt have to be up early so had indulged himself in his favourite hobby. Since his accident a few years ago, Cthulhu had slipped on a rolling pin, he had been claiming weekly benefits from the state. He had the radio turned up and was singing along to the latest Justin Bieber album. Secretly Cthulhu was a belieber, he even had a little shrine to him on his bedside table. Throwing a final thin film of flour over the loaves, Cthulhu yawned and turned off the radio before grabbing his Bieber face waterbottle and heading upstairs. He removed his dressing gown and settled into his bed, looking over at the bedside table. 'Good night Justin,' he muttered before turning out the light. The wolf turned the door **** downstairs, found it unlocked and pushed the door open. He climbed the wooden staircase and waited for the light to disappear from the crack under the door. Shortly afterwards there was a click as Cthulhu turned off his bedside lamp, followed a couple of minutes later by the soft sound of snoring. The wolf pushed the door open and strolled casually into the room. He regarded Cthulhu in the moonlight coming through the window. The unemployed baker had pulled a justin bieber diamond encrusted blindfold down over his eyes. 'Ahem!' growled the wolf. Cthulhu remained fast asleep. 'Oi you!' he poked Cthulhu in the side. Cthulhu jumped out of his unconcious state, pulling the blindfold from his eyes. As his eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness all he could see were two red orbs floating in the darkness above him. He reached over and turned his lamp on. Suddenly the red orbs turned into the wolves blazing eyes. 'Boo!' grinned the wolf. Before Cthulhu could do more than take a breath the wolf had mounted him on the bed and set into Cthulhu's neck with his teeth. He tore away at the neck, leaving a bloody hole. He had torn all the blood vessels and ripped out the poor bakers windpipe. Cthulhu's eyes moved and his mouth gaped wordlessly. The wolf smiling, turned to leave but spotted Cthulhu's diary nearby. Curious, he picked up the diary and read the last couple of entries. His eyes went wide, and he turned to the striken baker in a panic. 'I'm sorry my friend!' he whispered, 'I didn't know!' Cthulhu's eyes though just looked back at the wolf, dead to the world. Cthulhu was dead. He was evil. Across the village, another villager was also having a dramatic night. Standing in the moonlight in the garden, the figure writhed on the ground. Hair erupting vigourously in places where it had never been before. The villager screamed in agony, and then lay still panting heavily. Slowly the wolf rose from the ground, and howled at the full moon. Sorry I had to put this up early, you can post on here, but I will not be answering any messages from the wolf or seer until tomorrow morning.