"Were" Does A Guy Go From Here?
#10 of The Moonrise Chronicles
Hi!
Maggie here again. You have no idea how great it was to find someone who was
like me. Sure she was older. Father thought she was hot, and I have to admit
that I found her strangely appealing. I was in no way into girls, but she had
an animal magnetism that pulled me in. I was jealous of her getting it on with
my father so quickly, not because he was my protector, but because he too was
my lover. The fuss those two created in the hotel was unbelievable. I hope that
I show more restraint when I'm her age.
Of
course, that sobered me up. When I was her age, father would be old and likely
dead. Verona wasn't in her mid twenties
as father believed, but somewhere close to her mid forties. She told me, that
in true werewolf years, I was around five or six. She found it hard to believe
that I already had such an active sex life. She didn't exactly reprimand me,
but she found my actions well beyond my years. She said it was another little
mystery to solve. Apparently she liked mysteries.
What
can I say? I'm precocious. My first sex was when I was wandering loose after my
mother's death. I was completely disassociated from reality. Some guy came out
of nowhere and molested me. That was all it took for the survival instinct to
kick in. I reverted to my feral form and killed him, but not before the deed
was done. Before it happened, it was so taboo about losing your virginity. It
turns out it was no big deal. I found it a bit of a turn on. After that, it
came easy. I looked like prey, but I was
a predator in camouflage.
Verona
had a far different upbringing. Her parents were still alive, and they were
both full blooded werewolves. She was very saddened to hear the tale of my
mother and father. At least she seemed sincere.
"You
poor darling! What a terrible thing to witness!"
"I'm
over it. Maybe that makes me cold hearted, but what is done is done. I can't go
back and change it."
"No,
you're right. But it still makes me sad."
"So
what of you? Tell me about your parents. And when did you first become aware of
your nature."
"It was
a long time ago. My parents hid their
background from me for a long time. You see, the werewolf gene is latent until
puberty. That's what makes you a little unusual. I guess you're an early
bloomer. Anyway, you grow up normally
until the change. After that, things can get a little dicey."
"Dicey?"
I asked.
"The
aging slows down. So for the rest of your schooling, you may seem to be stuck
in whatever age you were when you changed. What about you?"
"What
about me? Oh, you mean school. Well, the change wasn't that long ago, and
father home schools me now. So I doubt anyone will ever pay attention."
"Don't
count on it. The smaller the town, the more people get into each other's
business. A big place like New York City offers a lot of cover in the sheer
number of people. I've been here a long time, and no one has caught on yet. "
"What
do you do for a living, if I might ask?"
"What
else? I'm a model. I do my best to keep from getting top paying positions,
because that would put me in the spotlight. But I've been doing it for a couple
of decades now."
My eyes
got big. "Nuh uh!"
She
just smiled. "We'll go over to my place when your father has recovered and I'll
prove it to you."
"Yes,
about father. Why did you bite him? I did it during sex, but you did it
afterwards. Why?"
She
smiled. "I may be wrong, but I doubt it. You know how you were looking for
information on our kind? Did you ever come across your father's mother's maiden
name in your searches?"
"I
didn't know it to look it up. And why would I look up his family? I want to
know more about mine!"
"True,
but things are rarely what they seem. And sometimes you have to find things out
circum..."
"...spectly.
Yes I know. Father said that. That's how we ended up here."
"Your
father, even if he isn't really your father, has some remarkable insight. Can I
borrow your laptop?"
I
shoved it over to her. She clicked away like a touch typist. I was waiting for
the keys to fly off. When she was done, she turned it so that I could see the
screen. "This is Ancestry. All sorts of genealogical records. Here are his
grandparents. See where they lived?"
I had
to keep from crying out in dismay. "Wolf River?"
"Kind
of funny, isn't it? Now, look here. This is the immigration record from when
they came over. His grandfather was a
Rougarou, from the south of France."
"So
that's how you spell it? I don't know French."
"But
that isn't his real name."
"How do
you know?"
She
turned the laptop around, clicked it a few times and turned it back. There on
the screen was the name, only it wasn't a name. Not a person name. It was a
descriptive name for what the old French called a werewolf. There was also
another term; loup garou . They were seemingly interchangeable.
"I
don't get it. Are you saying his grandparents were werewolves?"
"Well
darling, like calls to like. How many homes did you settle into before you
found him?"
"A lot,
but he found me."
"Did he
now? Very curious. We'll have to see then what comes of this."
"Of
what?"
"Oh
nothing dear. I think it might be as soon as tonight. I don't have that much
experience with my kind. It's so hard to find a real werewolf online you know.
There are plenty of wannabes, and there are sites devoted to furries, stupid movies and television shows. I must
say though. I think a few of those Hollywood effects guys might be the real
thing. They do seem to spoil the transformation effect by overdoing it, like
our morphing isn't fantastic enough."
I
changed into my cutest wolf girl form, the one father liked so much. Verona
groaned. "Good God, you look like a Japanese cartoon girl!" I even enlarged my
eyes.
"I can
see where your wiles would be hard to ignore!" She said laughing. "I would
never have been allowed to step outside of the boundaries set by my parents.
Discovery would mean death. And speaking of death, how were your father's parents
killed? It's not so easy to kill a werewolf."
A
groggy voice called out from the doorway to the bedroom. "I never said they
were dead."
We both
turned. "I'm sorry dear. I thought you were still asleep." That was Verona
speaking.
"I was.
I was having the worse dreams ever. I guess they woke me up."
"Um, so
where are your parents then if they're not dead?"
"I
haven't a clue. The old homestead caught fire a number of years ago. It was put
down to arson. But while the place was reduced to cinders, no remains were ever
found within. And what did I hear about werewolves?" He was shaking his head to
clear it.
"Nothing
much. I was showing Maggie how to have more productive searches on the internet
" She clicked a button and the screens went down.
Father
stretched, and I could see the jagged scar break open and bleed. He didn't seem
to notice the blood tricking down his chest. But for some reason it made my
heart jump. I began salivating. Apparently it was affecting Verona, because she
put a hand on my leg. "Down girl. There will be time later."
Even
her hand was making me hot. I got up and ran into the bathroom. I took one of
Verona's toys with me. She had gone to her apartment after the clothing arrived
and came back with enough stuff to stay a week. I borrowed the odd looking one
with the bulge on the lower end. I'll leave the rest to your imagination. Fuck
you if I'm telling you everything I do.
Father
meanwhile sat down with Verona. I could hear them because I left the door
cracked and I put on my wolf ears.
"God
you're good! I thought Maggie was a beast, but you, you drove me right out of
my mind. And the dreams I've been having." He shuddered a little. "Never before
would I have thought that killing could get me off. Now, I have dreams of doing
the most horrible things. But the worst part is, I..."
"...like
the idea of it?"
I knew
he was staring at her. "Yeah. What's happening to me?"
Verona
moved closer. "Get close and put your nose right against me. What do you
smell?"
I could
hear him inhaling deeply. "I don't know. Earlier there seemed to be all sorts
of things in the air; spice, musk, sweat, a few things a little more primal.
Now, you smell like a normal female."
She must
have changed somehow. "Now?"
I
couldn't see him of course, and I was a little distracted, but his tone of
voice change. "That's it!"
"I can
suppress my odor. Your daughter picked up my scent at the park because I got
careless. A dog can detect it, but most dogs will shy away from following it.
What you smell is a mixture of hormones and pheromones that allows one werewolf
to find another."
"So you
suppress it to keep humans from finding you?"
"Humans
can't smell it Edward."
"But I
can!"
"That's
right."
I heard
a thud and came running out, the toy still stuck inside me. "What the hell did
you do to him?"
"Nothing
dearie. He just got an earful and didn't know what to do with it." She looked
at me. "And it's very unbecoming to run around the suite with a dildo hanging
out of your crotch. Go to your room and play there. I'll see to your father."
I about
pulled out the stops on her. But I realized that she was probably right. I
could hear him breathing; a slow sonorous snore that indicated that he was
fine, just dead out. After all he had been doing, he deserved a few more hours
of sleep. I watched as she picked him up and carried him into the main bedroom.
"Go!" She ordered. "I'll stay right by him. When you're done, you can come in
too. I'll not keep you away, but you need to learn some manners."
I would
have complained, but I really needed to scratch that itch. And her toy was
designed perfectly for it. I went to my room, and didn't come out again until I
let out a prolonged howl. Life was good!
It was
hours later when he awoke. He looked terrible, but some coffee and some food
improved his appearance in no time.
"How
long was I out?"
Verna
pointed to the clock. "Most of the day. Do you remember any of our conversation
from earlier?"
"I'm
not sure. I can't seem to keep things straight in my head. I seem to remember
you insinuating that I was a werewolf too. But I know I'm not."
"Yet
you can smell my scent. True, you have to be close, but you can smell it."
"But I
don't smell the same thing on Maggie!" he protested.
"Of course not. She's too young. While she
might have undergone a change, it wasn't a complete change. She is unusual, or
maybe I am. It's not like I get a chance to study my own kind. We spread
ourselves far and wide. Often, we suffer through a normal human style life just
to survive. That's why I'm living here. It's the best of both worlds! Food to
eat and faces to hide amongst. "
Father
was feeling giddy. "And a lovely face it is. But if I'm a werewolf, which I
don't believe, then why hasn't anything happened to me before now?"
"Because
you're male."
"Yes ,
the last time I checked that was true. But what difference does that make?"
She
sighed. "That get's to be a little involved. How much do you know about
genetics?"
"Uh. I
don't know. If you mean things like blue eyes versus brown eyes, and stuff like
that, a little. Enough I'd say."
"Then
you have the basics. But just like brown or blue eyes, some people have green
eyes, or gray eyes. So there are gradients. Ears too. Look at the different
lobes. And hair colors. There isn't a set palate for what adorns the top of
your head. Not two people are alike, unless they are cut from the same mold.
Werewolves are the same. You can't lump us in a group and call it done.
"Ok.
Fair enough."
"Your
mother's maiden name was not really Rougarou. I can't say for certain what it
really was, but I already explained why to Maggie."
"Yep!"
I cried. "It's a French term for werewolf! So your grandparents hid their real
name, but kept what they were hidden out in the open."
"I
don't get it. Why?"
"I
don't know," Verona said. "I'm sure they had their reasons. Now what about your
parents? What happened to them do you think?"
I could
tell he was uncomfortable talking about it. "Well, like I said, their bodies
were never found. Everything of value, including family photos and such went up
in flames with the house. If they weren't home, then why did they never show
up, living or dead? I never heard a word from them again."
Verona
smiled. "Another mystery. But mysteries can be solved."
"OK smart
girl, then tell me this. If my family is descended from werewolves, why am I
normal?"
"No one
has said that you are. Well, except for you. And what do you know?"
Father
sighed. "Then why, up to this moment of my life, have I never, ever experienced
any sort of transformation?"
"That
is, indeed, the question. By all rights, you should have turned into a terror
in your teens."
"I was
a terror in my teens! No one wanted to get into a car with me when I was
driving."
"But
you never drank?"
"I
tried it once. Made me sick."
"It's a
werewolf thing. Alcohol isn't poisonous to us, but we tend to be put off by it.
You get more drunk from it, and you feel like shit. So consider your early
experience to be a blessing."
"That
still hasn't told me anything. A lot of people react badly to alcohol."
"But
they aren't all werewolves."
He was
getting upset. "Fine! If I'm a werewolf, how do I change?"
"It's
supposed to come naturally to you. Sort of like acne for human teens. It's just
happens. As for your parents, I can't say. Maybe they were afraid for you. We
do have people that still hunt us down today."
"So why
then have I never changed? And why didn't my parents ever say anything?"
"I wish
I had an answer. But if I were to guess, you never had the right shock to your
system."
"So
what would shock it now?" Then he stopped. He shook his head. "You don't mean..."
He was rubbing his fresh bite.
"Yes I
do mean. The bite transfers saliva, which has the active antibodies in it. They
would simply disperse in a normal human, but in someone with werewolf genetics,
they might, and I say might, be enough to catalyze a change."
"So why
aren't I changing?"
She
growled a little. "These things can take time. I have never tried this before.
Any time I sink my teeth into someone it's normally for a meal. So you'll have
to wait. What's the worst that can happen? You stay as you are."
"That
would be the best thing, wouldn't it?"
"I
guess that will be up to you. So for now we wait." In the mean time, I think we
should plan for a late outing tonight in Central Park. It's a fascinating oasis
in the middle of the biggest larder I've ever seen. And the moon isn't quite
full, but I think it'll be enough to tip the scales. Are you up for it?"
What choice
did I have? At this point, I might as well know where I stood; on my own two
feet or on two clawed feet. Besides, for some reason, I just couldn't tell her
no.