Monsters are real.  

They live among us.  

You need a good eye to spot them, with experience you learn to recognize the telltale signs.  The way they carry themselves, how they avoid eye contact in public, hiding in plain sight behind their phones, covering up their bodies with expensive clothes, their faces just tight masks hiding their true nature.

Joe and Karen are monster hunters.  Experienced monster hunters, each with many individual kills. They bumped into each other about half a dozen monsters ago while pursuing the same quarry.  Karen’s stun gun missed the mark and the targeted monster overpowered her, was about to attack her when Joe stepped up and used his trusty lead sap to incapacitate the beast.

Karen took to Joe immediately.  It was like she was made for him, and he for her. Their connection was wordless, look and touch and smell was all they needed.  They collected their unconscious monster and left the parking garage in Joe’s vehicle.

Later that night they enjoyed each other’s bodies, more than a couple of times, with the naked, bleeding, bound and gagged monster looking on.  The monster had no choice, its head fixed in place with duct tape against the pole it was bound too, its eyelids removed by Karen earlier.  Joe’s expert use of rope and tape keeping the monster still, its loud breathing through its huge nose and the rage in its wildly rolling lidless eyes the only action he is capable of.

Muffled shouts or grunts or moans escaped the monster’s throat as it struggled against its bounds.  Before tying it up the new couple removed its clothes and jewelry.  It was dressed well. These will fetch a pretty penny later.  

It was obvious that this particular monster took great pains to blend in.  Great haircut, manicured finger nails, healthy teeth and it even sported a few interesting tattoos.  Its body in great shape, testament to many hours spent in gyms.  The lengths these monsters go through to fit in!  

Not that it matters, this is the end of the line.  It will die here, tonight.  It’s useful organs removed, carefully packaged for transport to the pawn shop on the corner of South and Main.  The owner of the shop well connected in the trade of monster bits and parts.  He always pays cash, and doesn’t talk too much or ask any questions.  Things much appreciated by Joe.

They get to work, using the tools of the trade all monster hunters carry in their vehicles.  The monster is grabbed by the tractor beam.  Joe cuts his head and arm restraints loose, and the helpless monster is lifted by the beam, and held at waist level, with arms outstretched and legs apart.  With both hunters working together the monster is dissected expertly, and in record time.  

Everything is packed and stowed, the scene cleaned and sterilized, unusable monster parts destroyed.  Joe and Karen cleans up and get dressed to leave with their kill.

Joe looks at Karen, smiles when she looses her balance trying to climb back into her body suit.  She returns his smile, and Joe is immediately aroused by the sight of her magnificent mouth full of razor sharp teeth, admiring how her large golden eyes narrows, being squeezed by her cheeks making way for that beautiful grin.  

Joe extends and stretches his wings, making a few slow beats, stirring up dust and trash.  Now Karen stares at him with lust in her eyes for a moment, before she tucks her own wings and pulls the suit over her shoulders, then pulls the head with hair and face back to front, allowing the suit to settle, the seams to adhere and smooth out.  She shakes her shoulders once, twice to make the breasts settle correctly.

Joe looks at her now disgustingly ugly body as he struggles into his own body suit.  A petite young woman, small but powerful. Now ugly to blend in so they can do their work, because monsters are real.

They live among us.