Annabelle gazed around the colossal wardrobe filled with hundreds of pairs of shoes. On her left were all the pairs she had worn so far this year, and on her right pairs not yet revealed to the public. Her eyes rested on a particularly stylish pair of black and white flats with a large silver buckle. She smiled as she recounted the story on how she got them. Originally they belonged to a werewolf Annabelle had hunted down. Before she disposed of the body, Annabelle had noticed the shoes and taken them.

“Letting them go to waste would have been a crime against fashion. They’re fabulous.” she said snidely.

Content with her choice, Annabelle pulled them out. A knock at the door and a voice.

“Annie! It’s me! Are you ready?” shouted her visitor.

“Come in Karen! I’ll be a little longer.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice!” chirped Karen.

Karen was a "friend" of hers who annoyed Annabelle to no end. Annabelle couldn't believe she had let her into the apartment. Not when she suspected her...

With that thought, Annabelle’s mind instantly went into overdrive. She had long suspected Karen of being part werewolf. And now she had her at her mercy in her own apartment. Karen adhered to the latest fashions as much as Annabelle did, yet she ignored the new trend of wearing silver. She always seemed edgy around people wearing the stuff, so Annabelle always made sure she had as much on as possible. She grabbed a few chunky necklaces and some silver bangles, and made her way into the sitting room.

“Hey Karen! You know what would set that outfit off? Some silver bangles.”

“Oh. Uhm. Really? Nah. I err… don’t like silver.”

“Don’t be silly. Silver is the hottest thing right now! Catch.” She coerced as she flung the bangles at Karen.

Karen screamed and dodged the item.

“N-n-n-not so hard!” Karen shrilled. “I’m not a good catch.”

“Here’s a loopy one then.”

Again, Karen ran from the item.

“What’s wrong Karen? Scared of silver? Afraid it might burn you?”

Karen’s eyes widened in horror. Her breaths became short and sharp. She made a dash for the door but Annabelle got there first and bolted it shut.

“I’ve been onto you for a while now Karen. I know your dirty little secret. Well, your great big hairy secret.” Whispered Annabelle, her voice full of malice.

Annabelle pulled off a necklace, pulled it taut between her hands and advanced on Karen. The terrified girl began to step backwards.

“Annie. Please. It’s not my fault! I hate it! Stop it now! PLEASE!” Karen screamed with trepidation in her voice. “Don’t make me touch it. I’m begging you.”

"What do you hate Karen? Tell me. I want to hear it." she hissed.

"I... I'm... part werewolf." Karen muttered, defeated.

Suddenly, Annabelle stopped by the mantle. She picked up a large, ornate silver candlestick.

“Isn’t this a lovely candle stick Karen? Solid silver. More than two kilograms in weight. It’s a fabulous piece.”

Karen just made a strange gurgling noise.

“Annie. Please.”

“Hmm.” Smiled Annabelle.

Annabelle’s faced dropped and became a cruel face full of hatred. The candlestick swung in the air with astounding force. It met with Karen’s head and struck. Karen crumpled and landed flat on the floor. Annabelle quickly set to work. Turned over furniture to make it look like a struggle. Messed her hair. Smashed a few objects here and there. Time was of the essence. She threw on a pair of gloves, grabbed one of her numerous hidden handguns and wrapped Karen’s hand around it.

“Karen’s fingerprints are a check. Now for its placement…”

She stood were Karen last stood, and dropped the gun. The crime scene looked authentic at last. She checked Karen for a pulse. Nothing. Everything had gone according to plan. Now all that was left was to call the authorities.

Annabelle dialled Emergency Services. That drama unit would come in handy at last.

“Hello. Corentine Emergency Services. What is your emergency?”

“My friend. She went crazy. I had to stop her. I... I… I THINK I KILLED HER!” wailed Annabelle.

“Calm down miss. What is your location?”

“Apartment 4. Opulen Apartments. Obible Street.”

“What services do you require?”

“Ambulance and police.” She whimpered falsely and hung up.

Annabelle assumed a position which made her look as though she was grieving by the dead werewolf, Annabelle waited for services to arrive. People were so easy to fool. ”Honestly. I could be an actor. I’d have people swarming all over me.” she thought to herself.

“Services. Open up.” They’d arrived at last.

She flung the door open, and shed false tears.

“Oh officer. She just went mad. She came in with her gun and was screaming things about being scared and hating me and I had to do something. So I hit her with that candle stick and now SHE’S DEAD!” howled Annabelle breathlessly.

“It’s okay ma’am. Self defence is lawful.”

The paramedics swarmed over the dead body. The deceased female was placed in a body bag and taken to the morgue according to the officer in charge. After what seemed like hours of interviewing and investigation of the scene services left. Annabelle closed the door and smiled smugly.

“One less mongrel for me to worry about.”