Clad in black robes...

Book in hand...

He raced down the halls...

Cloak billowing behind him...

Bursting into a room...

Pure crystal ball on the table...

Holding no flaw...

Fear in his eyes...

He looked around...

For a weapon...

Anything...

A silver knife...

He grabbed it...

Raised it to defend himself...

Looking around the room again...

Nothing was there...

Then a howl...

He panicked, eyes going wide with fear, and squeaked with fright. Something appeared in the doorway. A dark, furry silhouette. Tall and wide. Long sharp teeth. Dripping with blood. The man clutched his stomach, which bore a wound. A deep bite mark. Oozing with red. The beast growled and dropped on all fours. It's prey squealed with fright and pointed the blade at it, shaking. Blonde hair speckled with blood. Green eyes tainted with horror. Opening the book, a circle of light appeared around the creature.

"GO BACK FROM WHENCE YOU CAME, BEAST!!"

The circle got brighter and the beast howled with anguish. Head in it's claws, it rolled about the floor with pain. The man smiled, ignoring his bleeding wound. Blade glinting in the light. Tip focused on the creature. In his triumph, he didn't notice the beast straching it's way to it's feet again. With a blood curtling howl and snarl, the wolf-ish huminoid caused the man to freeze with horror. "No..." Was his whisper of terror. "It's should've worked! DAMNIT! WHY WON'T IT WORK!!" Screams of fright. The beast growled menacingly and pounced upon the man. Blood curtling screeches were heard throughout the house.

Blood splattered the walls. The beast was long gone. It's victem, left behind. Feasted upon. Slipping away. Outside, sirens dominated the air. Lights flashed and ambulances showed up. Someone had heard the comotion. But no one had seen the scene of the crime... Yet...

An appalled America burst into the house, followed by a couple of paramedics, and immediatly began searching. "England!" He called out, hoping the nation had enough energy to respond to him. After pretty much scanning the entire first floor, the blonde nation continued to the basement, while the paramedics searched the upper floor. Down the halls he stomped, frustrated that something like this could've happened. "ENGLAND! WHERE THE HELL ARE YO-" He heard something. A faint response. "A-Alf-f-fred...." A tiny whisper. Then he spotted and open door. Splattered with blood.

He raced down the hall to the exact room and looked inside, horrified of what he found. "OH MY GOD! ARTHUR!" Rushing to the almost dead nation, he knelt down and whipped out his walkie talkie, calling for the paramedics. Holding England's still bleeding head in his hands, America glanced at the damage. "Arthur, please stay with me. The paramedics will be here soon." The wounded nation simply looked up at him, drained of energy. "P-Please, hang in there!" He mustered up all his energy for one word. "W-Werewolf..." America was puzzled. "What?" UK strained to say it again. "Werewolf..." Finally, the other nation got it. "That's what did this to you?" England nodded. For some reason, part of Alfred couldn't believe him. A werewolf? Impossible!

The paramedics finally arrived, rushing into the room. Immediatly, they tried their best to stop the bleeding, lifting him onto a strecher and carrying him out of the house. America stood, looking around the room and spotted a knife laying in the corner. Silver. He picked it up, studying the engravings on the blade. On one side was what looked like a sorcerer. Cape flowing. Book of spells in hand. A type of wand in another. He flipped the item over. This side had what looked like a menacing beast carved into it. Built like a professional wreastler and furry as a wolf, it stood on it's meaty hind legs. Flexing it's front claws. No pupils. Just two big black eyes. Baring it's teeth. Rows upon rows of sharp fangs. A pair of huge saber teeth potruded from the front, slightly curling past it's jaw. Large, pointed ears pinned to it's head, a sign of displeasure. Finally, a long bushy tail was depicted curling around it's body, ending in what seemed to be a whip. If this creature did indeed exist, then it had to be much more terrifying in real life. Alfred found the dagger's sheath lying on the floor and picked it up, attaching it to his belt. Slipping the blade inside it, he left the room...

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AN: 8D I hope you all liked this! Maybe this be a halloween special you shall never forget!!!

Oh, and since this is a sort of sister story to Picture Book, it shall follow with the character relations throughout that story. So each chapter shall be related to the current chapter of Picture Book.

Right now, the most recent chapter is chapter 15. I Still Love You