Chapter 1

It was raining when Frank was heading back to his home. He had just come back from visiting his mother in Belleville and was now walking on foot to New York. It was going to take a good three hours to get there, and when he does there is a good chance Brian is going to bitch at him for being four hours late, but for now he is alone with headphones in his ear, listening to loud bass and drums.

He considered hitchhiking, but remember the speech his mother gave him before he left. "Don't go about too long. You're a pretty boy and there are lots of people who want to take advantage of you." Frank smirked. He could take care of himself.

And who's to say he didn't want to be taken advantage of...but he didn't want to do it with a over weight truck driver.

So he continued walking.

Though his eyes were closed most of the time as he sensed the sidewalk beneath him, when he did look, he saw the beauty that he sorely missed. Belleville, though a bit...rugged...was his real home. He missed the stench and hard breeze and the houses that were a bit too close to each other. They all did; Mikey, Matt, and him. Though Bob wasn't from there, they believe he too had a sort of admiration for it when he came to visit with them. Even with his eyes closed, he could feel what he couldn't see. His songs were in the middle of changing when his thoughts were interrupted.

It was a rustle, and he doubted that anyone else could have heard it, but it was distinct. Frank, being an animal himself, knew that this noise wasn't normal. The steps were awkward yet sharp. It had two legs and two hands...but both were on the ground.

So...how does Frank know this?

He's a fucking werewolf, 'so fuck off.'

He can feel a rumble in his chest. There is no chance of him changing tonight; the full moon is a week away, but his instincts are still there. His senses are increased more then they already were. He sees everything, feels and hears everything. It's actually quite terrifying...

But he's been super bored lately so this is kind of awesome.

He can see the shape in the packed trees, slowly crawling back and forth. He builds a deep growl in his chest when the song hits a loud, engaging guitar solo. It's distracting him so he rips out the head phones. With this motion, the figure emerges from the trees.

Frank could see the white eyes and the greenish-gray complexion. It was almost zombie like. It's legs were bent in a position that reminded him of a spiders, with it's knees up high in an impossible angle with their elbows sticking up. It crawled slowly first, but gained speed towards Frank as he began to step back.

'This is like Silent Hill shit right here...'

Frank began to run. He rummaged in his jackets till he found a weapon. He only has a switch blade, but it was going to have to do. He took a chance, and threw the blade at the creature. He totally missed. 'Fuck my life.'

The thing continued it's path to him and he noticed that as he moved to the side, it didn't fully face him. The thing is blind.

It was a usual accordance for creatures of the night. What use was sight when they couldn't see anyway?

He tried to use it to his advantage but he knew that if it's sight was gone that it's hearing would be heightened. He tried to take light steps towards his blade but the creature was not fooled. It quickly charged at Frank.

He ran as fast as he could to his left to use the thing's momentum as a disadvantage, but it still snagged his ankle. Frank ignored it and tried again to get his knife.

He got it while the creature collected itself, but Frank was still on his knees and he wouldn't have time to get up and run from there. It charges him and he's able to get a swipe at it, causing blood to flow the the thing's chest...but a car passed by.

The thing is startled and it runs away before the headlights can spot it. Frank immediately stick his thumb out. Fuck what his mom says, he'd rather get raped then fucked up by that thing. The car stops and a older woman is in the drivers seat. She motions for him to hop in and he obliges.

'Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck'

"You okay? You seem a little scared?" The woman asks. Frank nods and digs in his pockets. He pull out ten dollars, it's all he has.

"I'll pay you this to drop me off in New York." He hands it to her but she shakes her head.

"I'm heading that direction anyway. What's your name?" Frank calms himself a little before answering. She seemed like a decent lady, but either way he couldn't tel her his real name.

"Adam,"

"I'm Lacey," She smiles. "I'm going to drop you off in time square all right? I'll be going down there." Frank nods again and rests his seat against the head rest. He looks down at his bloodied knife in his hand, happy he was able to get some DNA.

The guys are going to flip their shit.