Jon knew it was kind of late to be eating, sure he had just gotten off and yes he was pretty sure that he wasn’t up for nuked leftover pizza for a fifth night in a row, but really should he be out or eating really. It wasn’t like he had a girlish figure to keep, but jeez it was weird the things that bugged him sometimes. It was as if he was suddenly restless walking into the diner and looking about as if someone was watching him.

What made it worst was the fact that everywhere he looked, nobody was even paying him any attention, not even the really cute red headed waitress that he’d noticed upon arrival. Still he just couldn’t shake that feeling of something being off. And it had nothing to do with calories or grease, nope.

Maybe he was just crazy, well a different kind of crazy from normal anyway…

Or worst, and for him it always was worst, maybe he wasn’t crazy. Maybe somebody really was watching him.

Looking about again, Jon almost jumped when he realized that a waitress had caught him unaware. Luckily it wasn’t the cutie from before, but the blond middle aged woman didn’t exactly look thrilled to see him either.

“Grab a seat, will ya I’ll be with ya in a second der, hon.” She left Jon then to ponder that particular string of words, but in the end he simply obeyed, cracking open a menu as he glanced about like the world’s biggest paranoid freak.

It’s one thing to know you look like an idiot, but there was something about his feeling that Jon just couldn’t shake. And then there was the fact that the full moon was tomorrow. This seemed to get weird and weirder the closer it got. Almost enough to drive a guy nuts…then again how do you know you’re not already nuts, especially when you can’t get any hard evidence on yourself one way or another.

That is except for a string of pet slayings that turned up in his apartment, um in his apartment and on his face. Blood wasn’t pleasant at the best of times, when its smeared all over your lips…

Jon shivered then, but he wasn’t sure if it was memory or something more. Pretty bad that “werewolf” wasn’t sure if somebody was stalking him or not, but that was just Nicon’s problem.