This is a novel form of the 1981 cult hit, An American Werewolf In London, John Lands wrote and made this film, he owns everything, which in all right he should since he did such an awsome job.
"Blue moon you saw me standing alone without a dream in my heart without a love of my own blue moon you knew just what I was there for u heard me saying a prayer for someone I could really care for."
Blue moon
The date was May 3rd, Four days before hand they had taken the flight from New York and started their summer hiking trip across Europe. This year had been rough with finals and exams, Collage life wasn't what it was all cracked up to be, there was hardly any parties...and way to many classes.
At first their families were against them going, they thought two young boys shouldn't be traveling all alone around those areas But with enough arguing and pushing they got their passports, kissed their mother's good-bye and were ready for a trip of a lifetime.
But so far...things weren't going as planned.
They were in East England, vast countryside's of never ending fields and empty forests. To some people like David, it was beautiful and seemed to have a stillness around it, the cloudy gray skies made the moors look as if there wasn't anything else on the planet but the land around them.
But other people like Jack, thought it was awful.
There had been freezing rain, never ending dark skies...no where to sleep or eat, traveling around was becoming a real bitch, and they really had no idea where they were going.
But he did his amount of complaining, and tried to keep telling himself that David and him had been friends since the sixth grade, and this was his time to enjoy the trip, even if he couldn't understand of all places he wanted to visit here...but then again Italy was coming up, and that meant Debbie Klein.
Debbie had been Jack's never ending love affair since the eighth grade, and before they left for summer break she happened to mention that she was traveling up to Italy for the summer, and with a batter of her eyelashes she smiled and told him to come visit her.
That somehow made things better.
Just then the back grating on the truck they had been sitting in came drown and snapped the two boys out of whatever day dream they were having.
The smell of shit and fresh cut grass was imbedded in their noses now. The cramped feeling of their leg muscles ached and the itching feeling of wool seemed to burn their freezing skin.
They both looked across at each other, they were sitting in the back of a truck that was friendly enough to stop for them two hours before hand, they hoped they could hitch the rest of the way...but it was all empty dirt roads in the middle of the countryside, and so far they hadn't even past one person since they got their ride.
The man said he had no room up front so they would have to sit with his "girls." They were to cold to argue and sat down between twenty crowded sheep.
The ride seemed to go on forever, and now they looked across at each other, their faces pale and dark circles under each eye.
David raised an eyebrow and both slowly stood up, working the kinks out of their legs and with ease jumped out and took their packs.
They helped the man shut the back gate and stood there as a howling wind spat by making them huddle inside their jackets.
"Here, lads, East Proctor and all about are the moors. I go east here."
The man's accent seem old 18th century English as he rubbed his overgrown mustache.
"Yes, well thank you very much for the ride sir, you have lovely sheep." Jack said trying his best to keep a smart ass smile on his face.
The man opened his truck door and before climbing in he eyed the two boys and said...
"Boys, keep off the moors, stay to the road and good luck to you."
"Thanks again." David called to him as the roar of the engine started.
The truck then started down the opposite dirt road.
David switched his pack and then cupped his hands together and blew on them to make some of his blood start running again.
"You cold?" Jack asked as he struggled with his own pack.
"Yeah."
"Good!" Jack smirked and started walking with him.
David smiled
"Something tells me your not having a good time Jack?"
"Oh I don't know...look around you, isn't this fun?"
David did take a look around at the moors -- desolate, cold, foreboding...everything gray and lush.
"Well I like it here"
They kept walking.
"I'm sorry, Northern England first...Italy later."
"Right."
"I mean we got three months..."
"Ah fuck!"
"What?"
"The sheep shit all over my pack!"
David couldn't hold back, he tilted his head and started cracking up.
They then traveled down a curved dirt road, the wind seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.
"You think she'll meet me in Rome?"
David sighed
"I think Debbie Klein is a mediocre person with a good body."
"Hey, your talking about the woman I love!" Jack laughed
"I'm talking about a girl you wanna fuck, so give me a break."
Jack smiled and sighed looking up at the cloudy sky.
"I have to make love to her, it's simple...she doesn't have a choice."
"It just fascinates me that you can spend so much energy on someone so dull."
Jack then burst out laughing.
"There is nothing dull about that body."
"We've known Debbie what, since the eighth grade, how many year of foreplay is that?"
Jack tried to hold back from laughing again as David smiled along with him.
"She says she likes me to much!"
David then cracked a smile.
"Well, don't worry, theirs going to be plenty of girls on this trip."
"Oh yeah, were off to a great start."
They kept walking.
About an hour later the skies darkened to a blue tint and everything seem to get another ten degrees colder, their own breath puffed out into little clouds they spotted East Proctor, a tiny little village that only had ten to twenty stone building around it.
They headed towards it, their faces and hands chapped pink from the cutting wind that seemed to slap their faces each time it blew by.
They reached the main street of the village which was paved with cobble stones, everything looked as if it was frozen in time.
They then reached a stone cased building with a large wooden door.
They looked around, seeing all the houses and shops darkened and shut down for the night...in fact the whole town looked empty.
They then looked up at the sign that hung off the building.
The slaughtered lamb, a small wooden sign that had a painting of a wolf's head severed off and placed on a bloody spike.
"The slaughtered lamb?" Jack said out loud with an eyebrow raised.
David cocked his head and looked at it in the thin moonlight.
"That's strange huh?"
"Where's the lamb?"
"It's inside getting cold, now come on." David headed towards the door and then looked over his shoulder at his friend who was still looking up at the sign.
"Would you come on?"
"What kind of sign is that?" Jack looked disgusted.
"Come on Jack, I'm freezing."
Jack then took a step forward.
"All right, but remember...what every happens..."
"It's my fault...I know."
They then opened the door and the blast of warmth and laughing hit their bodies.
The pub seemed nice enough, traditional Englishness combined with greasy stainless steel and glass. Wooden tables and benches are scattered around and a long length bar behind it all, filled with different colored liquor bottles and rum. It is populated by mostly pale young men that are dressed in their work clothes, sitting back and drinking foam covered glasses, they laugh and talk about, the older men sit to one side of the room playing chess or throwing darts.
The only women in the place is a slight over weight woman in her late fifties with bright orange hair, she sits behind the bar cleaning empty glasses.
Right away the presence of the two teenagers makes everyone stop whatever they were doing and all sit around starring, their eyes wide and angry as they seem frozen.
David and Jack right away felt very uneasy...knowing right away that this wasn't a friendly town at all.
Heat rose in their cheeks and David gave a small smile.
"It's very cold outside...may we come in?"
Everyone eyed each other and then the woman slowly nodded.
David and Jack then slipped off their packs and found the first table they could and sat down as everyone watched.
There is dead silence and all the staring makes the two very uncomfortable by the same attention.
The woman then came behind the bar and walked to the table.
"What shall you have?"
The hungry inside their stomachs were ready to burst.
"Yes, do you have any coffee?"
"No."
"Then any hot soups?"
"No."
"Hot chocolate?"
"No, we do have tea...would you like that?"
"Yes, very much."
"All right I'll make a batch."
The woman turned and walked away, both David and Jack eyed each other.
"Nice crowd."
"Hey at least it's warm in here right?"
Something then caught Jack's eye on wall further towards the men playing chess.
He poked David in the side
"Hey look at that."
David looked up and saw painted on the wall was a red pentangle with two yellow candles burning on each side.
"What about it?"
"It's a five pointed star."
"Maybe the owners are from Texas?"
Just then the woman came over with the tray of tea, she set the cups down on the table and both of the boys started fixing it.
Jack raised his steaming hot up and smiled.
"Remember the Alamo."
"I beg your pardon?"
"He was just joking, thank you."
The woman raised an eyebrow.
"I remember the Alamo, I saw it up at Leicester Square."
She turned and then walked back to the bar, Jack and David both gave each other the eye again when one of the older gruff chess players spoke.
"She was talking about the movie with John Wayne."
David smiled as he took a sip from his tea.
"Oh, yes, of course."
Jack smiled and joined in.
"Right, with Laurence Harvey...everyone died in it, very bloody."
"Bloody awful if you ask me!"
Everyone then cracked up, roaring of laughter, both David and Jack eyed each other and made two small nervous smiles.
The older man playing chess then pulled out his chair so he could face everyone once the laughing died down a bit.
"Here, Gladys Tom, did you hear the one about the crashing plane?"
Everyone laughed and groaned as they rolled their eyes, the older man laughed with them and then slapped on his knees.
As everyone laughed about, Jack leaned towards David and pointed at the star.
"Ask them what the candles are for."
"You ask them."
Jack leaned closer and pointed again.
"Listen, that's a pentangle, a five-pointed star, it's used in witchcraft." "Lon Chaney Jr., maintain it's the mark of the wolf man."
The drinkers have gotten the Chess Player to tell the joke as everyone knew he would.
"Oh, all right. There was this airplane over the Atlantic on its way to New York, It was full of men from the United Nations. So halfway over the ocean the engines run low on petrol so they have to lighten the plane. So they heave out all the baggage, but it's still too heavy. So they chuck out the seats, but it's still too heavy! Finally this Foggy steps up and shouts "Viva la France" and leaps out. Then an Englishman..."
Some men raised their classes
"Here here!"
Jack then tried again in a lower voice.
"Go on ask them."
"You ask them."
The older man then finished his joke...
"...Steps up and shouts God save the Queen!' and leaps out. But the plane is still too heavy. So the Yank delegate from Texas steps up, shouts, Remember the Alamo!' and chucks out the Mexican."
This seems to be the funniest joke these people have heard in years, laughter roars though the tiny bar, people choke up beer and crack up.
David and Jack even start laughing a little as everyone around them can't seem to get a hold of themeless.
Jack then pointed to the star still laughing.
"Hey, what's that star for?"
Dead silence. A dart lands in the wall. David and Jack are understandably bewildered. The villagers look hard indeed.
The dart player turns as everyone now dead in their tracks starring at the two boys who sit there scared and pretty much shocked at the reaction.
The dart player gives cold eyes.
"You made me miss...I never miss."
David right away knew this wasn't the time or place to fool around, they pissed them off...big time.
He then got out of his seat slowly and reached for his pack.
"Come on Jack, we better go."
Jack still sat there, an eyebrow raised.
"What do you mean? I'm starving."
"There's no food here!" The older chess player says in a stern voice, everyone gives off a look and David's voice becomes more urgent."
"Come on Jack, shall me go?"
Jack eyes everyone and slides off his seat and grabs his pack.
"Guess so."
The boys hook their packs on their waist's and head towards the door when the woman behind the bar watches them with scared eyes, she shouts...
"You just can't let them go!"
David faced her.
"How much do we owe you Miss?"
"Nothing, lads, God be with you." The older chess player said, his eyes burning through David.
"Thanks." David returned with a nervous voice.
Jack got to the door first and turned the door knob.
The woman seemed frantic as she scanned the room for any help.
"YOU CAN'T LET THEM GO!"
The chess player spoke louder over her voice to the boys.
"Go, and stick to the road...keep clear of the moors."
David and Jack eye each other before opening the door, letting a cold frozen blast of wind hit their faces.
Before they went out the door the chess player yells one last thing.
"Beware of the moon lads!"
David was the only one to turn this time, he looked at all the angry faces and then closed the door behind them, and walked off into the night.
Once they closed the door they stood outside the tavern, zipping up their coats and giving each other the eye again.
It's very cold and dark.
"Beware the moon?" Jack said giving a look.
David shrugged
"Yeah I know, what the hell was that all about?" He then breathed in-between his hands again for warmth.
"That was fucking strange."
"Let's see if there's an inn or something up the road."
David starts walking up the cobble stone road as Jack walks beside him and says again...
"Beware the moon?"
"Come on, I'm freezing."
They past the other small houses and stone built barns, finding everyone closed and dark.
They started out the other way past a field that was fenced off with lambs.
"What a bunch of freaks." Jack mumbles, still looking very pissed off.
"Yeah but boy could they play darts."
Meanwhile inside Slaughtered Lamb.
It is quiet, everyone just sits around with worried and scared faces, the woman behind the bar looks at the older chess player with pleading eyes.
"We can't let them go."
The man sitting beside him returns in a very angry tone...
"Should the world know our business?"
"It's murder then."
"Then murder it is it's in God's hands now."
Everyone eyes each other.
Around that time Jack and David were three miles out of town, walking the foggy dirt road around the never ending darkness of the moors.
The big full moon shines down above them.
The two of them talk back and forth, mostly about how strange that just was and what they thought was wrong...they start laughing a little and start through the moors without even thinking.
Just then a low rumble of thunder fills the darkened sky...they both look up.
"Please don't let it rain!"
Just as the words leave David's mouth rain pours out, it pelts down like heavy stones of freezing water.
"Fuck!"
They keep waking on the squishing grass.
"Say David?"
"I'm well aware of how pleasant the weather is in Rome at the present time thank you."
Both laugh and keep walking as they spread their arms and start to sing.
Back at the Slaughtered Lamb time had past, but everyone still sat still.
The woman behind the bar hears the rain and gives a weak smile.
"Perhaps they'll be safe in the rain."
The older chess player then slammed his fists against the wooden table, almost knocking over his chess pieces.
"No one brought them here! No one wanted them here!"
The woman screams back...
"You could have told them!"
"Are you daft? What do you think they'd say? They'd think us mad."
Just then a howl is heard over the rain which is slowing down, it shrieks and the woman's eyes widen.
"Do you hear that?"
Everyone looks uneasy, the chess player knows the truth but lowers his head.
"I didn't hear anything."
The howl comes again, this time louder.
The woman slams her glass down on the bar.
"We must go to them!"
Meanwhile Jack and David were completely out of sight from East Proctor surrounded by darkness and wet. The rain has now stopped, but a coldness seems to fill the air.
They keep walking when a howl fills their ears.
They stop dead, their hair and coats dripping freezing cold water.
"You hear that?" Their breath comes out in tiny clouds.
Another Howl.
"What was it?"
"Could be a lot of things."
"Yeah?"
Their voices sound nervous and scared.
"A coyote."
"There aren't any coyotes in England."
Jack and David seem to relax, they start to joke.
"The Hound of the Baskervilles."
"Pecos Bill."
"Heathcliffe."
"Heathcliffe didn't howl." Jack starts to crack up.
David shrugs
"No, but he was on the moors."
They smile at each other when another howl comes through the air, this time closer.
They freeze and look over their shoulders. Jack eyes the sky.
"It's a full moon, beware the moon.'"
Another howl, this one long and loud. It is a very terrifying...and close.
"Stick to the road...fuck."
David looks down and sees that their now very far out in the moors.
Another howl.
"I vote we go back to the Slaughtered Lamb."
"Me to."
They are both visibly worried and walk briskly back from where they just came. They walk for what seems like five minuets in the pitch darkness and see that their getting nowhere.
They stop.
"Shit we're lost."
Another bloodcurdling howl.
"Shit! David, what is that?"
"I don't know. Come on."
"Come on, where?"
David starts to walk faster.
"I don't know, just keep moving!"
A growl. A low guttural growl comes from out of the darkness, we hear heavy paws moving around.
Jack and David stop dead and look off into the darkness.
"It's moving."
"It's circling us."
A snarl, heavy breathing.
"Ah fuck!"
David tugs on his friend's arm, and speaks in a low scared voice, his breath is seen.
"Come on, keep going."
They turn around and start walking faster...then the noise comes again, they stop and look dead in front of them.
"It's in front of us."
"You think it's a dog?"
Jack and David strain to see what waits ahead of them. They see for only a second a flash of golden eyes.
The two of them seize in fear.
"Walk away jack, turn with me...slowly."
David turns his friend around and they start running the other way, legs pumping through the tall grass.
The cold damp air slaps their freezing skin, and their hearts race...part of this run feels good and refreshed, the other half scared beyond anything else on this earth.
They run and run until they get further enough to what seems like a safe distance.
They bend over and gasp for breath.
"You see anything?"
Jack tries to look.
"It sounded like it was far away."
"Not far enough, keep going."
They start up again, not running but walking faster and faster into the night.
"Hey Jack?"
"Yeah?"
"Where we going?"
"I don't know, I'll tell you when we get there, come on!"
Their scared to death.
"Well, I'm glad we...WHOAA!"
David falls backwards into the mud, he hits the ground hard and Jack spins around, almost having a heart attack as David sits up and starts to laugh, a nervous laugh...but still a laugh.
Jack looks pissed and ready to crack up, he holds his chest and takes a deep breath.
"You scared the shit out of me you little prick!"
David smiles and holds a hand up.
"Help me up you creep!"
Jack laughs and reaches down for his friend when...
The werewolf sprung out of nowhere, almost a gray blur in the darkness at Jack.
David fell back with full force, as the wolf sprung on Jack, screaming and struggling being torn to shreds, pieces of cloth and flesh fly up into the air as blood sprays over everything in sight, Jack keeps fighting under the dripping fangs and sharp claws, the thing snarls and screams as Jack beats it in the face with his fists.
"DAVID, OH GOD IT'S KILLING ME!"
David in complete panic jumps up and starts running the other way, his legs fly and he gets twenty feet when he hears his friends' cries...he stops dead, tears running down his pale face.
"JACK!" He turns back to help his friend.
He runs back, his heart pounding and gasping for breath again, he finds Jack laying in the a deep puddle of blood, torn to shreds.
He stares in terror.
"Jack?"
Just then the wolf SPRUNG out again, knocking David to the ground.
A loud snarl fills his ears, hot heavy breath beats down on him as warmth drips down at him, he screams out and starts to fight as the thing brings down it's claw on his cheek and tries to rip it open, a numbing pain came then nothing...
BANG BANG! Loud shotgun shells fill the darkness and the wolf gets off him, dazed and very bloody, David looks to his side and sees a naked man, around his early forties laying beside him with large bleeding holes in him.
He looks up at the velvet sky and the silver moon dances across his eyes.
Just then men from The Slaughtered Lamb armed with shotguns and torches run and surround him, they look down at the beaten boy and David looks at their worried faces...then faints.
The men look down at the teenager, a large scratch across his cheek, bledding dark heavy blood, that drips down his pale cheek and onto the damp grass.
Also four large claw marks are raked across his coat, cotton and blood seem to puff out.
"Dear Lord, he's been bit."
One raised his gun when another man stepped forward.
"No...wait."