Brigitte continued to drive until she made it into town. It took about twenty minutes to make it back to where she was before she was taken to the clinic. She drove pass the hotel where Jeremy, the librarian was murdered by the wolf. Yellow police tape still marked off the area as they tried to figure out what mutilated the poor man to death.

Brigitte felt somewhat responsible for his death, but she had to keep moving or else people out there would suffer the same fate. As for the female wolf that attacked her, that was in question.

She stopped when she came in front of a place that sold fishing supplies. She figured since they sold fish bait, it was a possibility that they would have leeches as well. She parked the car outside of the store. She pulled the old hood above her head securely.

Since it was the jacket of a man, it was big enough to pull over the slashes in the thigh area of her pants. As for the blood, it was a good thing her pants were black so the blood would look like stains of something other than blood. Just as long no one asked.

She waited a little while longer for her legs to heal some more. She tried to think, where would a female wolf come from? She hadn't infected anyone. It couldn't have been anyone from the clinic because the transformation would have been too early.

It was mind boggling. The only thing she could sum up was that she didn't want to face that wolf again. She had never feared for her life like that since Ginger turned into a wolf on Halloween night. She dismissed the thoughts from her mind for now because she had to think clearly.

She got out of the car and looked around, hoping no one would suspect her of anything. She walked carefully into the store and began searching for leeches. She saw fish hooks, fake worms, mosquito repellant, hats that had 'I Love Fishing' on them; she saw nets, fishing poles, extra reeling strings, canoes in the back of the store; rafters, paddles, and SCUBBA diving gear.

She didn't seen any leeches so she went to the counter to ask if they had any. She had to wait behind two men who were buying their things. Once they were done, she walked up to ask her question. She didn't look directly at the man or else he would see her yellow eyes.

At that moment, she heard the door open and the scent of a wolf filled her nose. Someone had been infected. She was about to turn around to see the infected being, but the counterman asked her if she needed anything.

Just when she was about to speak, she felt the infected person stand directly behind her. She nervously began to speak. "Do you sell leeches here?" she asked with a hardened face and a small tremble in her voice.

"What does a little lady like yourself need with leeches?" asked the counterman in a kind and gentle voice.

"I just want to know if you have them." She said grimly.

"Well in that case, yes we do, but you have to be careful of how you handle them. They can get quite a grip on you." The man lectured.

"Thanks for the tip." She cracked a sideways and nonchalant grin.

The man wanted to ask her why she had her hood pulled so far above her head and refused eye contact. But he didn't ask. He went to the wall in the back of the counter to a section where it read 'Live Bait'. He pulled out a cup of them.

He showed it to her. "That's going to be $2.75." he gave her the price.

"I'm not buying them, I just wanted to know if you had any." she said just as grim as before. She left from the counter soon after she said that.

Before she left out the door, she wanted to get a look at the man who was infected. She knew it couldn't have been the librarian Jeremy because he died. As it turns out, while she was wondering who he was, he was curious to know who she was. When they made eye to eye contact, they recognized each other immediately.

"Oh my god, Brigitte?" he asked. Brigitte couldn't believe this. She thought he was just an apparition like Ginger. Her eyes opened in shocked as she saw Sam looking directly at her...alive.

"Sam?" she asked in a whisper with astonishing eyes.

Sam walked over to her from the counter and inspected her further. Brigitte continued to talk as he came over. "But, you died." she said perplexed and loss of breath.

"Well that's not...quite what happened." Sam intervened. He felt a breath of fresh air to see Brigitte still alive and not transformed. At least not all the way.

"But Ginger– I saw her kill you. There was a lot of blood." Brigitte said while still gaping. Sam looked behind himself and saw that they were drawing attention to a very delicate matter.

"We might want to talk somewhere else." he said grabbing her by her upper arm gently. They walked out the door and into the parking lot. Brigitte was still shocked to learn that he was alive. While they were walking, she noticed that Sam's hair wasn't dark brown anymore, but jet black like hers; only his hair was cut shorter and neat.

Once they were to themselves, he began to explain. "Alright. Halloween night, your sister did a pretty good job chewing me up. By the time you made it down to the basement, I got infected and it made my wounds heal faster.

And another thing, your sister was only a wolf for a little while so she probably had a bad aim when she intended to kill me!" he said annoyed at the last sentence. He continued. "But hey, she meant to bite me directly in the trachea but she ended up biting a main vein in my neck and it knocked me out for a while.

But if I wasn't infected by her earlier, I probably would have died. I was close to it, but the rapid healing pretty much saved my tail. But hey, maybe I should have moved over a little more and let her kill me instead of living with this goddamn infection." he ended that sentence in disgust.

Brigitte listened as he proceeded. "But after all that, I woke up in the midst of a bunch of smoke. It didn't take me long to know that the house was on fire." he reminisced.

"That would be my fault." Brigitte admitted to have set her house on fire to hide any kind of evidence.

"O––kay." Sam dragged the 'O'. He continued. "So I guess you did a good job of that. It's a good thing I found a way out or else I would have been hidden evidence too." he joked a bit. He was suddenly taken by the smell of blood coming from Brigitte. "Are you bleeding? Because I smell a lot of blood from you." he asked.

"Why are you all they way out here?" Brigitte changed the subject, still too shocked to have heard what he asked.

"Well, initially, I left Bailey Downs to get away from all of the catastrophe going on and I needed other materials to see if I could find a cure for Lycanthropy.

As it turns out, Monkshood only slows the transformation, but it doesn't get rid of it. I guess you know that yourself judging by your situation." he referred to her ears and eyes. That made him think for a moment. "Leeches. You were interested in leeches, right?" he questioned her.

Brigitte nodded her head. "Listen here Brigitte, I made something else a little while ago that proves to work better than monkshood, but it's not a cure. It just does a better job." he explained.

"What is it?" she asked hastily.

"It's just a little something I made from black orchid extract and the usual dose of Monkshood. It's not a cure but it counts for something." he beckoned her to follow him.

"You're going to have to make this quick because there's a wolf out there that's been following me and another wolf that attacked me." she said brisk as she walked after him.

"Oh shit!" Sam shouted.

"What is it?" Brigitte asked out of worrisome curiosity.

"She found me again. I guess that would explain all of the blood." Sam said with irritation.

"Again? Are you saying that this wolf is stalking you?" Brigitte asked in her deep grim voice.

"Yeah! She's been stalking me for nearly two years now. This wolf is aggressive. Don't know where she came from or who she was. She just sort of came out of nowhere." Brigitte could definitely relate to how Sam was feeling.

Brigitte quickly followed Sam to a Holiday Rambler which was parked further down the road. Brigitte went inside along with him. To her, it looked like a house on wheels. "Alright Brigitte, here's what I have. You've never taken this before so I don't know how you're going to react to this."

He pulled out a small bottle with liquid the color of magenta inside. He took a syringe and filled it by a few centimeters. He tapped the syringe to rid some of the air bubbles. "How long have you been taking that stuff?" Brigitte asked.

"I've been taking this for two months. It reduces the symptoms almost like that." he said snapping his finger. "But before I give you this, you have to drink some of this sunflower oil." he pulled out a nearly empty bottle of oil from the cabinet in the kitchen area.

He handed the bottle over to Brigitte. Sam went over why he was giving it to her that way. "I couldn't mix it in with the plant extracts because it would be a heterogeneous mixture; not quite a solution. And for the simple fact that true oil like this can't enter into your blood stream any way because it'll cause severe coagulation."

"How much of it do I have to drink?" Brigitte asked.

"All of it. It should be enough. Not that you would need a lot of it anyway." he reputed. The oil had a very unpleasant smell so Brigitte held her breath when she drank it. She grimaced in disgust from the taste and the feeling.

Afterward, Sam rolled up the raggedy jacket sleeve Brigitte was wearing and cleaned off a spot on Brigitte's arm. He gave her the injection. "You're going to have a violent reaction to this, so you might want to hold onto something." he advised.

Brigitte prepared herself for what was about to come. Sam continued speaking while he was administering the dosage. "I have to be honest when I say that I didn't know how long you were going to last after I left Bailey downs. For the most part, I was hoping you would have made your own discoveries. I also thought there could be some type of possibility that we ran into each other again should you have find something else to retain the transformation. But after all of these years of going from place to place, I started to doubt that."

"Believe me when I say I doubted I would see anyone else from Bailey Downs again." she responded. After a few seconds, she got dizzy. Her heart began to race, the room felt hot and her blood felt like lava flowing through her veins. The entire Rambler room was spinning out of control.

She grabbed onto the table next to her. She bit down hard on her teeth. She screamed loudly in agony and pain. Sam left her side briefly to run over to the sink and wet a towel. He came back to her as quick as possible an placed the cool wet towel on her face. Brigitte grabbed both of Sam's shoulders and began squeezing him tightly.

Her long nails were digging into his shoulders. It was painful, but Sam understood what she was feeling because he had gone through the same thing. He continued to apply pressure to her head with the wet cloth. He had to wait at least 10 minutes until the side effects wore off. In that time, her ears had gone back to normal, her eyes changed back, and her nails were normal as well.

Though she appeared fully human now, Lycanthropy still flowed through her veins. After all had been done, Brigitte collapsed. Sam threw the cloth aside, took her up in his arms and laid her in the back of the Rambler in the bedroom. Since Brigitte saw the female wolf, he figured that she was there looking for him and was probably on her way to where he was.

He ran out of the RV and back to the fishing store as fast as possible to get the leeches and be out of there before the wolf came. He could feel her getting closer and he didn't like that feeling at all.

Sam bought five cans of leeches and made it back to the Rambler. He started the engine as fast as he could and sped out of town and onto the highway. It was snowing so Sam couldn't drive too fast or else he might crash the van.