Author's Note: What if in Bram Stoker's short story "Dracula's Guest" it wasn't Dracula that saved Johnathan as a wolf.
The only thing I own is the name of the village Wilsing.
In my universe the Varcolac is a phsyical monster, not astral.
Varcolac
I walked past the carriage, the horses going wild, sensing on this night of nights even more, what I was.
I ignored them, looking at the Englishman going down the road. To that village.
Jonathan Harker stops , looking back at me before contiuning on.
I wanted to stop him. This was Walpurgis Nacht after all.
The cursed Devil's Night, my night.
Here he was going into that destroyed village Wilsing, the tombs full of Strigoi.
Full of vampires, Jonathan soon to be the guest of one.
That Boyar, that Count Dracula.
Dracula would be interested in Johnathan I knew that. But it would do no one good if the Englishman was dead.
I followed him, feeling the sun sink lower, smelling the storm brewing.
Keeping the mortal in sight in the trees, keeping me out of his sight.
Hours later and he still wasn't yet tired, the clouds covering the sky , except for brief patches.
As night descended and the storm increased he came upon the tombs of Wilsing.
It wasn't yet time for me transform, but he was too close to the tomb.
As the hail fell and lightning flashed, him looking into the tomb, I ran forward faster than could be seen.
I grabbed him, smelling the lightning , pulling him away into the snow before vanishing into the trees.
The vampire within turning to flame, I transformed then.
One second a 'man' , next into an incredibly large wolf with glowing eyes.
Only a second of pain and it was done.
Caustiously , I walked out to him. Ignoring the hail, more concerned with Jonathan.
His shoulder length black hair was loose now. Long eye-lashes closed, far from waking.
I didn't know how long had passed, but seeing that he was now covered in ice.
I lay down on top of him, licking his throat to keep him alive.
Feeling both the restless vampires coming closer and the men Dracula had sent.
They would collide with us, if I did nothing.
I started barking , howling and yapping.
To frighten the vampires and get the mens' attention.
When the vampires were far away and the guard close enough, I got off of him.
Looking down at him for a second, I didn't want to leave.
I forced myself to run away, hearing a shot ring out - just missing Jonathans' head.
Running through the cemetry I growled uselessly at the Officer.
Of course Dracula would have sent stupid men after him.
If it wasn't for me, Jonathan Harker would be dead now.
I followed the guard of men and horses as I could.
Turning as night into day back into a 'man'.
To the town of Munich.
I would follow him.
Even to Dracula's castle and Dracula himself.
I was Pricolici, not a mere Vampire.
I was Varcolac the Wolf Demon.