Talin felt like the hand of fate just grabbed him from his place, with a lengthy arm and sinister claws. The young man's guilt seemed to be too great for him; he was ready to confess what he had done. But his mouth, and heart, stuttered under the eyes of Victor's brothers. Frederick eyes were full of confusion, while the bigger brother, Henry, seemed ready to draw a blade on him. The minute Talin's eyes closed, in preparation for the consequences that he knew was coming, something shattered behind him and he was swept backwards.
He was final in his decision, he was certain God himself had grabbed him. For a split second, the thought that it wasn't God but the Devil also crossed his mind. Then he saw the being that had grabbed him. The man, who appeared as one at least, was bald but wore a loosely fitting cloak. The arm of his that held on to Talin was quite elongated and strong. It almost looked like it didn't belong on him. That wasn't the only unnatural thing about him; the other was the fact that he was climbing up the side of the building while holding onto Talin with one arm.
For this brief second of disbelief, Talin realized where he was in the world. His beliefs in things were always on the positive side, but with a hopeless attitude. His family became a tool of something not real, in the view of his hopeless beliefs. Talin's life became jolted into a different perspective. In the process of this new view, Talin unwillingly became a tool of something evil and very real. The only hope, he thought, are the brothers of a man he tried to kill. What chances of his survival are there now?
With a vicious lunge, the man pulled himself and Talin onto the roof. Like some creature, he started running along the roof in powerful and long strides. The rain seemed to part for him cause of his speed. Once he came to the end of the roof, the bald man then leaped the gap in between the buildings. Talin actually clenched his arms around himself in fear of the daringness that this kidnapper had. His hopes also dwindled as fast as the man ran, for the Belmont brothers would never catch up to him. Talin's wife's last words echoed in his mind.
"Talin," she said, " don't pledge to me, pledge in yourself so that I will be able to see you again."
Talin looked down at the street while the monster jumped again. When looking down, Talin saw that he still held the knife that he showed the Belmont brothers. He was holding it in such a grip that it almost seemed inhuman even to himself. During this jump, he looked up at the man while his wife's words echoed. He rose the knife up and plunged it into the kidnapper. Talin wasn't even sure if the knife went in or not, he just knew that the man looked at him while showing his teeth. Talin saw glints of an animal in him. The man didn't pay attention to where he was flying to and crashed into the edge of one of buildings roofs.
The kidnapper lost his hold on Talin, who fell from nearly fifteen feet up. Crashing down, he splashed into the wet street on his shoulder. Letting out a loud cry, he stiffened as he tried to get back up. He felt rushed, like his life struggled to survive through this one chance of his. A chance he managed to attain for himself. A loud splash was heard behind him…
Talin looked behind himself as he ran into the street, he could see the hulking stature of his persurer. The lack of light this night, with the heavy rain, seemed to shield the bald man in darkness. Talin could have sworn that he looked bigger now.
Talin then crashed into something, falling back onto the street once more. He looked up and his mouth dropped. It was Henry Belmont, holding a broadsword with one hand and looking almost as rabid as the kidnapper. Another man stepped next to him.
"Get up, Talin," said Frederick as he lowered his hand to help him up.
Talin quickly took his hand and was pulled up. As soon as he was stood up he was shoved behind the two brothers.
"Nice night out, don't you think?" yelled Henry across the gap of the two opponents.
The bulking man kept on walking forward, his shoulders and arms slumped over. He still kept that longer and twisted looking arm raised and menacing looking. The arm then raised and ripped off the upper part of his cloak across his chest, revealing much of his upper body and holding it all together with a couple of tattered remains. Even Henry's expression changed. Vains and bulging muscles came from the arm and spread across his body, like a decease. The fingers of this arm were longer and topped off by sharp looking nails; much like claws.
Frederick raised his blade up with both his hands, looking more prepared.
Henry shook his head while saying, "That is one strange looking werewolf, only his arm is transformed?"
Frederick shook his head, " Strange aura's are around this beast, we best be careful brother."
"I was going to say that," said Henry. "I don't see its seal."
"I see it, it's quite elaborate."
"Well it will come off one way or another."
With that said, Henry spun the blade around and put him self in his familiar battle stance.
"Meat does not get in my way!" cried the bald man. " All I want is that small one, just stand aside."
The two Belmont brothers stood steady, not backing up at all. The werewolf straightened his back, seeming to increase in height as its legs grew out of proportion.
Frederick then whispered to his brother, " Do we have any silver?"
Henry looked back at him, slowly shaking his head. The two Belmont's cursed. But it was too late, the werewolf lunged at them…
