Return to Wolf Creek
#74 of The Moonrise Chronicles
Just a little bridging story to get from one place to another. It's an easy read.
The
pope was beside himself with joy and kicked out everyone else from the room.
"You are most amazing. Leo has told me about your trip, but only with the
barest of details. You must tell me more!"
He
looked at the older looking woman and the younger looking boy. "Can it really
be?"
They both
looked embarrassed. Alexei went to speak in Russian, but stopped when he
realized that the pope wouldn't understand him. Edward smiled and handed over
his ring to the pontiff and the conversation flowed.
"Your
Eminence! I am so very glad to meet you!" said Alexei.
"And I
as well sir," answered his sister.
"And
you are - brother and sister? Children of the last tsar?"
"Yes."
"Extraordinary.
I might not have believed such a story were it not for the fact that the great
Leonardo da Vinci is now one of my advisors. You must have lived incredible
lives for all these years. You are much older than I am, and I have many
stories I could tell if my position allowed it. Did you know, for example, that
I was once a bouncer in a bar? That was before I found my calling of course,
but it makes for some interesting memories."
"Life
has been...difficult for us. But it has turned itself around thanks to these two.
Without my grand niece and her, uhhh, companion, we would never have been
reunited again."
"Family
is important. God made it the focus of our lives, and so it remains today. But whatever
will you do with yourselves now? Not that anyone would ever believe you, for
the world is not ready for such strange events and people as yourselves. I mean
you no offense. It's just that people hate change, and you would disrupt
everything they think they know of the world, which I might add is woefully little.
God gave us brains, but so many followers prefer to put the proverbial basket
over their lamp and hide the light. We are not in the days of old anymore. We
must keep pace with the changes"
Maria
smiled. "We have been living in the past out of fear. But we have found that
the only thing we really feared was ourselves. There is no point in us trying
to convince the world who we are. I have lived too long in the wilderness to
desire any notoriety."
"And I
have lived a less than savory life too. But I will change that now that I have
reason. With your blessing of course your Eminence." Alexei made a little bow.
"If you
are looking for forgiveness for your sins, I will give it to you. But in the
end it is God who forgives, so you must ask him. I do my best to do his
business on the Earth, but I presume to never assume I know his will. It is far
above my humble mind."
"Thank
you. Whatever are you going to do about people like us?"
"Do?
Whatever do you mean? I will do nothing about you. God made you like you are,
so who am I to interfere with his work? If you believe you are inherently evil,
then I will say this. Evil is something you chose to do. So if you have
committed acts that are abhorrent to you, then refrain from doing them again.
That is where your salvation lies; self reconciliation. Ignore everything else.
A wolf lives out his life as a wolf, and a man as a man. But you; you are torn
between both of those worlds. I do not envy you your tough choices."
Edward
was smiling. Maggie grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "What?"
"I
think the ring may be rubbing off on him. He hardly talks like a hardcore
theologian."
"He was
nice right from the start!"
"Yes, I
suppose he was. I think he would make a great werewolf, don't you?"
Her
hand grew claws. Those claws dug into his hand. "Don't you dare!"
His
smile grew larger. "I won't. It wouldn't work anyway, not in any beneficial way.
But I still think it would be funny to see him change up on the balcony while
delivering a prayer. Wouldn't that make the headlines?"
"That
would be the least of the problems it would cause!"
He
chuckled. "True. But like you said, he must stay the way he is. He still
doesn't realize that he has the gene in him, and I think we'll just keep it
that way. No point in alarming him over nothing."
The two
wandered across the room to a window overlooking St Peter's Square. There were visitors below, staring up at the
surrounding edifices, among them the pious and the heathen. The place was
imbued with a near mysticism for many, and despite his lack of a belief in a
deity, he could see where people might find solace in religion.
"Hey
Mags, do you think we should start going to church?"
She
looked up to see if he was joking. "No. Francis is nice, but I don't think
everyone is. You've read the news accounts about all of the scandals?"
"Of
course. Maybe you should get a job as official house cleaner."
"Very
funny. You should know that I don't feel the need for killing anymore. I did
what I did out of necessity."
He
squeezed her hand. "Yeah, I know. I've done some stuff too. I guess you can't
dwell on it. But I still have to find a way out of this mess I've created. We also
still have to find a place for your aunt and uncle if they want it. That might
not be so easy to accomplish."
"I not
so sure of that. I have an idea."
"Really?
I'm all ears." He sprouted werewolf ears on the sides of his head.
"Ha ha,
very funny. It's been done before." But she discussed her idea at length, and
in the end, he seemed pleased with it.
"You
know, either way, I think we might be able to make this work."
"I glad
you agree. We'll just have to convince them to come with us."
"Mags, we
still have to figure out a way of getting home on our own. Our paperwork is in
shambles, and Maria probably hasn't had any ID cards for decades, if ever.
Alexei's is probably pointless and useless, and as he is now aging, it would
hardly matter. They don't have passports, so even being here in Rome makes them
illegals, just like us. We'll be alright once we make it back into the States,
but there is no guarantee we'll make it.
"Father,
you worry too much. Religion brought us here, and religion will return us."
She was
right. The pope bent more than a few rules again, and got them on a jet. Papers
were drawn up, photographs were taken, and in the end, the documents were good
enough to fool even Homeland Security. Of course, it helped that they landed in
Midway, and were picked up by someone from the Archdiocese of Chicago.
They
were taken to a hotel, where Edward paid for an overnight stay in the top
suites. He wanted them to be as far from spying eyes as possible, because
anything involving the pope was now being viewed by many as an inquisition. Mags
thought it was funny the way the man was cleaning house. Edward didn't envy him
one bit. He was trying to perform a Herculean task. It was far better and
cleaner to battle a monster in the streets of New York than it was to clean up
something like the Catholic Church. It was a good thing the man had the genes
necessary to wage a prolonged battle.
Verona
drove in from Wolf Creek to pick them up the next day. They had traveled light,
so they were able to cram themselves and their luggage into the Range Rover with
room to spare; for maybe a mouse.
Edward
was mildly perplexed when he first saw her again, for he rather figured she
would be all over him. She wasn't icy, but she seemed a bit distant. Apparently
his interval away had given her time to think, and she had been running on a
hormone fueled high when they first met. Absence can make the heart grow
fonder, but then again, there's the saying about out of sight- out of mind. He
had a feeling that she was now reconsidering things. He was almost happy about
it.
But he
had a responsibility to her now, and he had no intention of shirking that duty.
She had given him a hug and a kiss, but even Maggie noticed that it wasn't
fired up like before they had left. The girl felt good about that. She didn't
hate the woman, but she did envy the fact that she was fully grown and carrying
a child that she wished was her own.
There
were other things to worry about though, like Alexei, who seemed to be entering
another grown spurt. She envied him too. What she wouldn't give to grow up
overnight to have an hourglass figure and mature ovaries. She grew hair from
her arms in her agitation. She realized it when her nails sprouted into little
black daggers. She shut down her thoughts and drove down the anger and envy.
There was no point in getting riled up over nothing. She knew Edward loved her.
She simply didn't see a way for them to be together with any peace.
The
ride proved to be rather tense until Maria started talking with Verona. She had on one of the rings, so their
conversation went fluidly.
"So,
you are Edward's wife."
"No,
not yet. I just happen to be carrying his child."
She
looked towards the back seat and winked at Edward.
"I see.
The child of two werewolves. That will prove most interesting in the future,
don't you think?"
She
nodded. "Yes, and I don't think I'm looking forward to it. A child needs to
have a father and I'm not convinced that will be the case."
Maggie
pinched Edward on the thigh. "She sounds like she's pissed."
"I
suppose she has every right to be."
"I can
hear you guys just fine you know. I'm not pissed. But I am beginning to see
that my hormones got the better of me. I think that I got caught up in the moment.
No offense Edward."
"None
taken. I still have a lot to learn about being a werewolf and you had a need. I
filled that need. But now it seems we might not have as much to build upon as
perhaps you first thought. And of course, there is the other problem."
"Yes I
know. You don't love me. You love Maggie."
Silence
fell in the car. Only the sound of several miles of tires over pavement
permeated the interior. Alexei finally spoke.
"I'm
feeling ill again."
Edward
knew what he meant. "How long until we reach Wolf Creek?"
"Not
far now. Don't you recognize the road?"
Sure
enough, there were newly patched holes in the highway from where a terrible
chase had occurred in the recent past. Edward smiled grimly. He had been too
caught up in thinking to consider where they were at. The events that had taken
place here were already distant memories, washed to the side in the flood of occurrences
that very nearly trumped what he had done here. They came back in a rush. He
had packed in more life in the past few months than he had in his entire
previous existence. And he wasn't close
to being done. He looked into the future for a moment, and when the moment was
done, there was a slight smile on his face.
They
pulled into her parent's house just as Alexei let out a cry. Billy was just
coming out to see what was going on when Edward strode past him carrying the
limp body. The biker didn't know it yet, but it was going to be a very long
night.
He
didn't ask any questions. He went to the care, assisted the others out and
helped to unpacked. The nice thing about Billy was that while he looked rough
and stupid, he was keenly aware of many things. One of the them was knowing
when to ask questions and when to keep his mouth shut. He was dying to know
everything that had happened, but he knew in his bones that things were still
going on and that he would find out the underlying story if he was patient.
He
slammed the back of the Rover down and waddled up to the house, laden with
everyone's bags. He was still running over in his head who the kid was, and the
old lady. His cousin had been pretty mum about what had been going on in Italy.
He couldn't imagine them bring back such a strange combination, but then, who
was he to question them? He was just Billy. But he had his eyes and ears open.
That's what he did and it kept him alive.
Inside
the house things were a bit solemn as Edward explained about the kid. So that
was part of the problem, this kid was going through his first transformation.
He hadn't seen much of that, and hadn't been able to change his own form, but
he knew the stories. That kid was going to have it rough. It was a good thing
he was young. Kids were a lot tougher than adults when it came to changes. It
probably had something to do with flexibility and immaturity. A young body
could still bend and be molded, whereas an old one was set in its form and
pretty rigid. Just like an old-timer's mind.
He
listened to everything that was said, but seemed to get lost in the
conversation when it was mentioned that the two new folks were brother and
sister. That made no sense at all. She was obviously a crone, even if she still
cut quite the figure, and he was a kid, barely an adolescent.
He
finally gave up. Being in a werewolf family didn't make a lot of sense, so
standing here trying to figure it out made even less sense. Someone would clue
him in eventually. He carried the luggage to the spare rooms and went outside
to tune up his motorcycle. That was one thing he could always make sense of.