"You mean a werewolf?" Nadine asked, cocking an eyebrow. And to think that for a moment, she'd begun to believe Madam Yvonne.
"They do not appreciate that name." Madam Yvonne warned.
"You expect me to believe in werewolves? What am I? Seventeen?" Nadine knew many of her students who were obsessed with vampires and werewolves.
"My dear, not everyone who looks human is human. Many creatures are out there under the veneer of human flesh." Madam Yvonne said ominously.
"Even if what you're saying is true-"
"It is." Madam Yvonne interrupted.
"There is no way I can go to the police with this. They already consider me a laughing stock." Nadine said.
"You'd be surprised." Madam Yvonne muttered under her breath.
"What did you say?" Nadine asked.
"I said that you don't have to wait for the police. If you want to find your boyfriend, you need to do this yourself." Madam Yvonne said.
"How? I'm in uncharted waters here." Nadine complained.
"I could help you." Madam Yvonne smiled.
Immediately, Nadine became suspicious, "Why would you help me?"
"You see this scar?" Madam Yvonne pointed at the one on her left cheek, "A lycanthrope gave this to me. I want to get my pound of flesh."
"So," she continued, "I'll help in any way I can, and trust me, I can help you in a lot of ways, and you'll help me find the lycanthrope that did this to me."
Nadine thought about how Dave could be in the hands of such creatures, suffering and waiting to be rescued. She frowned. Those animals had to pay. "Fine. Help me."
Madam Yvonne smiled. They were always too easy. She said, "You have to become a lycanthrope hunter."
"What? I am-, I was a high school teacher. How do I become a lycanthrope hunter?" Nadine asked.
"You have to undergo training at an academy, of course." Madam Yvonne replied calmly.
"How long does it take and where can I find one?"
"Hunting academies no longer exist. The training usually takes a couple of years."
"What?! We don't have that kind of time!" Nadine yelled.
"My sentiments exactly. I have had some dealings with lycanthropes. I can train you in less than two weeks." Madam Yvonne explained.
Nadine narrowed her eyes, "Why don't you do this yourself?"
"Like I said, I've had some dealings with them. They'd easily recognize me. But you, you would be unknown to them." Madam Yvonne said, gesticulating.
"Okay. So when do we start?" Nadine asked.
"Today. I'll send some books on lycanthropes over to your house. I'll need an address." Madam Yvonne said.
"Why don't you just see it?" Nadine couldn't resist.
"I see only relevant places." Madam Yvonne said with disdain, "And don't worry, I've canceled my fee. I just saw much you have in your savings."
Nadine blushed.
* * *
Back at Nadine's apartment, she saw the books Madam Yvonne promised to lend her, on her doorstep. There were about five of them.
A note which said Take everything you read with a pinch of salt. Fact and fiction are in the mix was behind the cover of the first book. Nadine carefully carried them in because they looked like they were really old.
She was so eager that without eating, she began to peruse the books. They were written by various physicians, historians and hunters.
Some myths said that the first in sighting of lycanthropes were in Gilgamesh, wherever that was, in 2100 BC.
Other myths said that lycanthropes were seen around 425 BC, in Greece. They were a magical tribe called the Neuri, who could transform into wolves.
Nadine paled at some of the rituals that the Acardians had practiced, where they sacrificed humans to their wolfgod.
She decided that that was enough. History wasn't pretty.
How could people stand to romanticize werewolves?
She moved on to how lycanthropes looked in wolf form. She saw many diagrams. Some looked more wolves than human and vice versa.
Nadine also saw ways one could know a lycanthrope in human form. Some of the signs were unbelievable; like the one that said that all lycanthropes had the pentagram also called 'the devil's sign' on their hand or their chest.
A physician also suggested flaying because he believed that they wore their skins inside out to be in human form. Which meant that there was fur beneath their human flesh.
Nadine shook her head. She also saw other signs such as palms covered with hair. In order to look normal, the lycanthropes shaved their palms regularly, which made them rough. Nadine thought that was really gross.
According to the books, lycanthropes had unibrows, small ears, protruding teeth and index fingers that were longer than their muddle fingers. Again, Nadine felt grossed out.
As she read on, she saw more believable signs of spotting a lycanthrope, such as insomnia, restlessness, pale skin, weak vision, unprovoked aggression and rages. This signs could also apply to a million and one medical conditions. It seemed that she was going to need a more reliable way to spot the creatures.
Nadine was thinking about calling Madam Yvonne and telling her what she thought when her phone rang.
It was an unknown number. Nadine picked the call.
"Who is this?" She asked.
"It's Nick Law." The voice said.
Nadine was surprised. Why was the man calling her? Maybe he had a new lead on the case.
"What is it?" She asked, "Do you have any leads on the case?"
"No, I don't. I just wanted to check in on you. You didn't come by the station today." Nick replied.
Nadine laughed mirtlessly, "If I remember correctly, Detective. You told me not to bother you."
"Yes, but Nadine, don't do anything stupid." Nick said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Nadine asked angrily.
"Don't try to solve this case on your own." He replied.
"And why not?"
"Because that's the police's work, dammit!" Yelled Nick.
"Fat lot of good the police has done. Nick, unless you have any new leads, don't call my number." Nadine said and hung up. The gall on that man. Who the hell did he think he was that he could order her around? She positively hated him.
His call motivated her to call Madam Yvonne who picked on the first ring.
"Yes? Do you have any questions?" Madam Yvonne asked.
"Yes. First of all, I'd like to say that the suggestions the book gave on how to find lycanthropes in human form is complete bullshit. I'm going to need more than that. Second of all, when do I start my training?" She asked.
"Soon, very soon." Madam Yvonne said and hung up. How easily Nadine had played into her hands.
The police chief faced the cameras, cleared his throat and began to address the journalists he'd assembled for a press release, “As you all know, there's been a spate of killings. Hundreds of people lost their lives. One of our own, Detective Nick Law found out who the culprit was, and he died trying to prevent the killer from killing more people.He found the killer, one Jonathan Crane, at an abandoned house, which we suspect was his hideout. We think they engaged in a scuffle, and the killer blew himself up.Detective Law will get a befitting burial, and a posthumous award from the governor of our state.”The journalists began to pepper him with questions.* * *Nadine was at her parents', watching the police chief's press release. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she remembered Nick's body lying on the ground before her.She still had nightmares that entailed being tortured by Jonathan, or seei
Nadine wished she would die. Since Jonathan had first pricked her skin, he'd been at it nonstop. He'd used the scalpel to inscribe the word 'Devil' just above her breast repeatedly, he'd cut open her abdomen crudely, and had taken out her appendix.While he'd been at it, Nadine hadn't felt any pain. When Jonathan had seen that her heart was about to give out, he'd injected the antidote to the Neuromuscular Blocking Agent.Nadine's breathing had stabilized just as the pain Jonathan had inflicted on her shot up to her brain, causing her to cry and shout incessantly, before the injuries began to heal rapidly, thanks to her being a lycanthrope.It had been like that ever since. Jonathan would paralyze her, experiment with her, leave her to heal, before beginning the process anew.“Please! Let me die!” Nadine begged Jonathan. She didn't mind begging him. She'd lost her pride long ago, after she'd peed herself.Jonathan grinned, feeling
Nick woke up refreshed and happy, until he noticed that Nadine wasn't with him.“Nadine!” He yelled as he padded about the apartment, looking for her.When he didn't find her, he went back to the bedroom dialed her number. Her phone was switched off. He threw his phone kn the bed in frustration and began to pace worriedly, wondering if she'd gone out for a walk or something, or if she was in trouble.Thirty minutes later, he gave into his anxiety and decided to look for her. Without bothering to bathe or shave, Nick dressed up and let himself out of Nadine's apartment, sniffing the air for her scent.* * *Nadine woke up with a huge headache. She tried to bring her arms down, and found out that she'd been manacled and hung from the ceiling. She was bewildered by her position for a moment, before she remembered what had happened to her. She pulled against her cuffs, but nothing happened. They were really strong, or she was really weak. Either way, she was trapped.She wondered wh
Since most of the people after her were either dead or in hiding, Nadine decided to go back to her apartment.She and Nick spent the better part of the evening cleaning and arranging it. After that, they were so lethargic, they hit the sack, but Nadine couldn't sleep.After rolling around for a few minutes, She gave up trying to sleep and sat up. Nick followed suit, holding her to him as he kissed her forehead.“Hey, what's up?” He asked drowsily.“I can't sleep. You should probably get some shuteye.” Nadine said, as she tried to pull away from his embrace.Nick held on tight and replied, “I don't mind. What's the problem?”“Nick, after this, what else?” Nadine asked.“What do you mean?” Nick yawned.“I mean, after we kill Jonathan, what do we do? Do I go back to being a teacher? Do you go back to being a detective? Do we just pretend that all these needles
Nadine and Nick sat down as Mary introduced her children to them.“This is Samuel,” She said, gesturing to the boy who looked fidgety.“And this is Piety.” She said, gesturing to the girl who looked aloof.“Call me P.” The girl said immediately, as if she didn't like her name.“Hi, Piety and Samuel.” Nadine said cheerfully, trying to defuse the awkwardness that had permeated the room.“So, would you like something to drink? Say, a cup of tea?” Mary asked, still wringing her hands.“No. We're here to see your husband. Could you please tell him we're here?” Nick asked crossly, angry at the fact that he had to kill Jonathan in front of his whole family.“Why do you want to meet him?” Samuel asked, his voice faltering with fear.“It's between your father and I.” Nick said dismissively.“Are you sure you're not thirsty?&rdquo
Jonathan paced to and fro in his cluttered study, wondering what to do. While it was prudent to tuck tail and run at the moment, the idea still seemed cowardly to him.Moreover, even if he escaped the clutches of Nick and Nadine, he knew they were not without help. What if he ran into their cohorts? He would surely meet his waterloo too.Jonathan collapsed onto a chair and massaged his temples.He began to recall how he'd become a lycanthrope killer.* * *Five months earlier,Jonathan was returning from a prayer meeting in the middle of the night, when his car ran out of gas, near a cornfield.He came out and began to survey the area, looking to see if he'd spot a gas station at some point.He didn't see any. He was about to give up hope and reenter his car, when he made out a faint outline of a human figure in the cornfield.Jonathan was about to call out to the person, when he saw a fri