Okay, I lied, this going to turn into a three-shot then a two-shot. The way it was going I couldn't fit it all into two chapters.

Night of the Wolf

The forest was so dark; she couldn't see anything beyond a few feet from her. The autumn night was brutal, for she was sure it was below freezing level and she wore nothing but her white nightgown. All was quiet in the forest, not even a single sound from any of the nocturnal animals that would be roaming the night by now. It was just dead silent, as if someone just pressed the mute button on reality.

The clouds parted and the autumn moon's light spilled through, shining its light on Seras and forest around her. With light, Seras could finally see and take in her surroundings. She was somewhere deep in the forest, somewhere she has never been before, somewhere away from her home or the village. She could see farther into the forest, with the help of the moonlight, but still couldn't see much for the fog at the base of the trees.

Where was she anyway? How did she get out here in the first place?

A howl suddenly pierced through the silence around her, shattering it to pieces. She jumped at the howl, whirling around, looking for the source of the howl. But she didn't see anything. Judging by the howl, it seemed to be far for her to be able see where it came from but close enough to let her knew it wasn't that far. But where did it came from is what she wanted to know.

Another howl came, a little after the first one before she saw something moving off in the distance. From where she stood, it was too hard for her to make out in the dark and how far it was. But whatever it was, she knew it was something big, much bigger then her. It ran through the trees in the form of black shadows, disappearing behind one tree after another until it was completely gone from her sight.

A cold shiver crept up Seras's spine as she soon began to feel sick to her stomach for her nerves were working overdrive now.

Another howl ripped through the air once more, making Seras jump in fright. This time around the howl sounded much closer then the first one she heard.

And that's when she saw it.

A large dark form charge at her, full speed, through the trees as it grew bigger and bigger towards her. She couldn't see it to well, for the shadows from the trees covered most of its appearance. But what she did know from it that it was a large beast.

Suddenly a snap of a twig came to her right, catching her attention. Just as she turned to where the sound came from, another large beast pounced on her.

(B R E A K)

Seras shot up in her bed, a look of terror upon her face while covered in a cold sweat. Her body trembled on controllably, still shock at what had just happened. It only took her a good three minutes to finally calm herself down and realize that she was in her bedroom and that it was morning. Looking around her small, plain, quiet little room, the blonde let out a sign of relief before she fell back on her bed.

'It was just a dream, nothing more.' She thought, with a heavy sigh.

(B R E A K)

The morning was cold, almost chilly down to the bone, but not freezing like in the winter time. It was fairly early when Seras rise this morning, for the fog still covered the lands and there was hardly any sound coming from the village. She lived outside of the village, with her own little farm and land, but she could still hear some of the commotion coming from the village from her home. That dream of hers really made her bones shake so bad that she couldn't fall back to sleep even if she want to. So there was no point in staying in bed to attempt to catch a few winks before she had to get up. She might as well start her day.

After she dressed and ate breakfast, she headed out back of her home, attending her small coop of chickens, and her loveable cow, Sarah. Taking care of them and finishing up her morning choirs, she hurried back inside to clean up and grab her basket by the door, and headed to the village to do a little shopping.

Today, she didn't work at the pub for it was one of her few days off. On her days off, Seras took this time to get all of her choirs done early so that way she could do whatever she wanted the rest of the day, and one of her favorite things is shopping through the market square of the village. It was rare for anything new to appear for sell in the market, where they live it was pretty far from any of the main cities of Transylvania. Not to mention the harsh elements of nature during this time of the years and the old ghost stories of monsters lurking in these woods. So it was a rare treat for her when she came across something new in the market. But today, she was more of a browser for there wasn't anything she truly needed today, other than some fresh baked bread.

Returning home, she placed the bread away in the kitchen and then went out back to check on Sarah and the chickens. Seeing that the animals were fine, and giving the chickens a little something to munch on, the blonde left her home once again. Instead of going back to the village, Seras decided to take a nice long walk outside the village, near the edge of the forest. She didn't go any further then the edge, were it separates the village from the forest it's self. Even if she didn't believe in the old tales of the Transylvania, it didn't mean she was arrogant and knew the forest could still be a very dangerous place.

A picture flashed in her mind, a memory of the large beast like monster see saw last night on her way home. She shivered at the memory of the thing, subconsciously moving a little away from the forest and closer to the village, convincing herself that was perhaps part of her dream to. She wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing her hands up and down her upper arms, attempting to warm herself up from the sudden chill.

Leaving the forest behind, Seras walked up a small hill that sees over the village. It was a nice little place at the top of the hill, where it was peaceful and quiet; it was the perfect place to clear your mind.

Reaching the top, the blonde was surprised to find that there was someone already sitting at the top, looking down at the village. It was strange to see someone up here when she came, she was one of the only few people that actually took the time to climb the hill to reach the top. Seeing someone taken her spot for the day, Seras thought about leaving in silence before she realized who it was.

"Mr. Gunsche?"

The man sitting upon a large stone perked up and looked over his shoulder at Seras, revealing that it was Mr. Gunsche. He didn't look surprise when he saw her; in fact he didn't look surprise of her being here at all. But then it was hard to read his emotions when his expression is always the same. Calm and quiet.

"I'm sorry; I didn't know you were up here. I-I'll just leave now, sorry for disturbing you." she apologized quickly, turning around to walk back down the hill.

But before she could even take the first step down, Hans grabbed her upper arm, preventing her from leaving. Startled, Seras looked behind her to see Hans and gave him a questionable look.

'How did he get up so fast?'

He said nothing, of course, shaking his head at her and then jerked it over his shoulder. She was puzzled, not sure what he was getting at before she figured out that he was telling to stay, or at least that's what it seems to her.

"You want me to stay?" she asked, unsure.

He nodded.

She felt the blood rushing to her cheeks as she lowered her head to hide the small blush, "Very well, then." she whispered.

Following Hans back to the stone he was sitting upon moments ago, he offered her his seat, which Seras accepted, before he sat on a slightly smaller stone next to hers. Sitting herself as comfortable as she could on a rock, Seras fixed up her skirt, brushing out all the wrinkles in it before she folded her hands in lap and looked down at the village below. It was really a nice view from where she sat on top of the hill. From where they were, if you look at the hill from the village, you could barely see anyone on top of it, but it was the opposite when you look down at the village from the hill, you could see everyone.

Taking in the view of the village after a while, Seras began to fidget a little in her seat, fiddling with her hands, before she finally broke the silence hanging over them.

"What brings you out here today, Mr. Gunsche?" it was a stupid question, she knew that, but it was something to break the ice.

The said man looked at her for a meant before he shifted in his seat and pulled his chalkboard. Pulling out some chalk, he wrote something down and then flipped it over for her to see.

Just enjoying the fresh air and the peace and quiet up here.

"Up here is the perfect place for it, I like to come up here to clear my head sometimes. It's just a hike to get up here is all." she said.

He nodded, writing something else down. You are not working today at the pub?

She shook her head, "No, this is my day off."

Then I'll know not to drop by then.

After reading that, Seras looked away as she blushed furiously. She always had this small suspicion that the only reason the silver haired man came to eat everyday at the pub was just to see her. She was an attractive young woman, she would be a fool not to realize that, or not see some of the lustfully stares she's received from the men to. Of course, she just ignored them all and just went on her merry way. But with Hans, it was harder for her to tell if he was attractive to her or not in first place, for he never really showed what he was thinking, always wearing that same perfect façade on his face.

So hearing him actually admit that he was, it was a little shocking to her. She just couldn't believe that he was being so blunt about it. Or was he? Actually, she couldn't tell he was confessing that he did like her in that way. Maybe he just meant it in a friendly like way.

Shaking her head, she turned back to Hans.

"How much longer do you think you will be stay here?" she asked.

He titled his head to the side, silently telling her he didn't understand the question.

"The village, how much longer will you be staying in the village before you move on?"

Cleaning the chalkboard, he wrote down his answer and showed it to her, I don't know, it just depends I suppose, probably about a month or less before I leave.

"Why so long?" she asked, hiding her excitement that he'll be staying here a little bit longer.

His only response was a shrug.

Silence fell over them once more, letting only the sounds of nature echo around them, as well as the faint sounds of the village.

"Hans," Seras said his first name, instead of Mr. Gunsche for the first time. She liked the way his name rolled off her tongue.

He didn't answer, but she knew he was listening.

"Pardon me for asking this, it might be a little rude but, does it kind of get annoying to carry a chalkboard around?"

It was several long minutes later until Hans gave a small nod in reply.

"Do you have any other ways of communicating, other than the board? Like sign language?"

This time he nodded without hesitation.

"Do you think… that you could… show me? Maybe even teach me sign language?" she felt her cheeks heat up at her request.

Startled, Hans looked over to the woman beside him, quite surprise at her question, and yet quite please to. She wanted to learn a better way to communicate with him without him use his chalkboard all the time to talk.

With a small smile, he nodded yes and began his first lesson with her.

(B R E A K)

It was hours later when Seras returned home; spending her whole day with Hans on the hill, learning sign language from with him during her whole time there. She was having such a wonderful time with Hans that she completely forgot the time until the silver haired man pointed out how late it was getting. Hans escorted her home, seeing that with news of the wolf still buzzing around in the village, it was not safe for young women like Seras to be out late by herself. He even stuck around when they reached her home, helping her with her choirs and animals until they were done and it was time for her to turn in.

"Thank you for escorting me home and helping with my choirs, you didn't have to do that you know." Seras said with a small blush.

But Hans just shrugged and used hands signs, saying 'It was nothing, I just want you to be safe.'

With her new found knowledge of sign language, Seras was able to understand more than half of that and blushed a little bit more.

"Well, thank you again… Hans." she smiled brightly at him, "Have a goodnight."

He smiled back at her, nodding his head as he left her doorstep. Watching Hans's back for a few seconds, Seras entered inside her home and headed to the kitchen to start dinner with a smile still on her face.

After dinner, Seras washed up as she prepared herself for bed. She sat in front of her small vanity mirror in her room, looking at her reflection as she brushed her blonde hair. But she wasn't focused on her image, no her mind was off somewhere tonight. She couldn't stop thinking about her day on the hill with Hans, learning sign language from him. It was tricky to learn at first but in no time she got the hang of it.

While learning sign language, the blonde talked about herself to him, when Hans asked about her. She told him about her dead parents, living in an orphanage at a young age and growing up with a foster family. There wasn't much too really tell about herself, just that she had difficult life when she was younger and the obstacles that she had to climb over to get to where she was today. Hans kept to himself and about his life, before coming to Transylvania. He would rather hear about her then talk about himself. Of course, Seras thought nothing of it and figured it wasn't her business to pry into other people's lives, plus it would be kind of hard for him to talk about himself like she did.

Overall she had such a wonderful day that she hasn't felt this happy in a long while. In fact, she completely forgot about her disturbing dream last night because she was in such a wonderful mood, and the fact there is a large beast roaming somewhere in the forest outside the village as we speak.

Placing the hairbrush down on the table, she stood up from her chair, adjusting her nightgown as she walked over to her bed. Pulling the covers back, the blonde crawled in, pulling the covers over her and snuggled into her pillow as she left herself drifted off to dreamland.

(B R E A K)

The forest was quiet, to quiet, for there wasn't even the smallest sound from the smallest animal tonight. For the past few weeks the forest has been nothing of pure silence, silent as the dead. None of the animals dared to adventure out at night, not since that beast arrived in their part of the forest, near the village, fearing they will just end up becoming the beast's next meal, especially when the moon was out.

But worst of all, the beast was not alone either.

(B R E A K)

During those few weeks, news of the wolf in next village seemed to settle down and the news of the attack looked to be forgot as the people went back about their normal business.

During that time, Seras found herself spending more time with a curtain German and couldn't help but notice that she was being courted by him; at least she hopes she was. Hans seem to a good man, a strong smart man with a good heart, he was pretty much everything a young unmarried woman could want. The only problem with him is that he traveled a lot, from what she knows. He doesn't really have a real home, meaning that he probably doesn't have a lot of money to begin with either. It was only that little flaw of his that seem to be putting off unmarried woman from trying to grab him, or so she guessed. But that was okay with her. She wasn't bothered at the fact that he may or may not have that much money to begin with. She wasn't shallow like that, she didn't care for stuff like money, she only saw a smart handsome man when she looked at Hans.

But nothing ever serious has ever happened between them, no touching of any kind or any form of a kiss. It was just always a simple gestures, holding hands, or close body contact at times. Even if it's just small innocent little touches, Seras wanted something more, something real. She wanted someone to just explain to her where her relationship with Mr. Gunsche was going.

On her day off today, Seras spend her free day with Hans, like always when she finished her daily chores. The couple was roaming freely through market area of the village, looking at the newest trinkets they have and what foods were fresh today. There was still quite a large amount of fresh vegetables for the past few days, such as squashes, pumpkins, corn, zucchinis, and more. All freshly picked during the harvest moon they had.

After looking over some of the squashes that the merchant had to offer, and after Seras bought one, they left and started heading down one of the smaller streets that was connected to the main street. Up ahead, the blonde spotted a large group of people gathering around one specific spot, the local blacksmith's shop.

Approaching the crowd in front of the shop, Seras heard low murmurs of the people as they watched something happening inside the shop. Curious, the British woman pushed her way through the crowd to get up front. Once she did, she saw three blacksmiths, busy working in front of the large fireplace, melting something in the fire. One of the blacksmiths returned to the work area with a large box in his hands, dumping the items inside it on the work table, items that Seras was a little surprise to see.

Silver items.

Now Seras may not believe in the superstitious tales of Transylvania, or lived in this land for long, but she knew that silver was one of the few things that can kill a monster, mostly werewolves. And to more of her surprise, she found that the blacksmiths were melting the silver down to mere silver bullets.

Frowning at the sight, the blonde pulled back a little from the front of the crowd, only to realize that she lost sight of Hans among the crowd. Looking for the German, she pushed her way out, looking for her lost complain. Once she was out of the crowd, she looked for Hans again until she finally spotted him a good distance away from her and the crowd. Frowning at this, she picked up the skirt of her dress with one hand and trotted to Hans's side. When she reached him, Seras quickly noted that Hans was eyeing the blacksmith she was at a moment again, giving it an odd unsettling look.

"Are you alright?" she asked him, a little hesitate at first. She didn't know why, but look in his eyes was not quite right.

Hearing her voice, Hans looked away from the blacksmith's shop and back at her, nodding yes, that he was fine.

"Come on." she grabbed his wrist and gently tugged him down a different street, away from the blacksmith's shop.

Getting back on the main street, the blonde lead them into a small bookstore of the village, where she is quite good friends with the owner inside. A small bell went off when Seras and Hans entered inside, immediately hit by the small of old leather and dust. Seras let go of Hans's wrist as they both browsed through the small little shop. If there was one thing that Seras loved more than visiting the market it was coming to this cute little book store.

At the back of the shop, the Brit found the owner of the store, Mr. Valcon, a friendly elderly man, who was busy rearranging a few books on the back shelves of the store.

"Hello Mr. Valcon." Seras greeted the elderly man.

Mr. Valcon looked up from his work at Seras and smiled when he saw her.

"Ah, Mrs. Victoria. How are you on this find day, and who's your gentlemen friend?" he asked, seeing Hans in back, looking over a book shelf.

She blushed faintly at his question, "That's Hans, a friend of mine."

"Really," Mr. Valcon noticed the red on her cheeks, a mischief look in his eye, "Just a friend?"

She turned redder, "Mr. Valcon!"

The elderly man just laughed, "Now, now, I'm just teasing you child. So what are you up to during this fine day?"

"Oh nothing much, just browsing through market is all, seeing what is new," she paused for a moment, "Although, I did find something odd at the blacksmith's shop today."

"Odd?"

"Yes."

"What was it?"

"Well, I may not really buy into the supernatural stuff like you and everyone else here, which is nothing wrong with that! But I just have different beliefs and-"

"The point, child." Mr. Valcon chuckled.

She blushed, "Right. Anyway, at the blacksmith shop today, the blacksmiths were taking silver and melting them down into silver bullets. If I remember right, they are used to kill werewolves."

A grim look crossed the elderly man's face. "They are."

"So what are they making them for? I thought the people in this village weren't freaking out about the whole wolf incident from the next village anymore?"

"They have, and yet they have not." Mr. Valcon returned to his work, "In two nights, it is a full moon. The Night of the Wolf."

She raised an eyebrow, "The Night of the Wolf?"

He nodded, "It is the one night when a man will become a beast, a cursed man. During this one night, they will transform into a monster beyond human imagination, a creature that can only be found in your nightmares. The transformation only happens this one night when the moon is full, triggering the transformation of the beast, The Night of the Wolf."

She gulped.

"The people in this village believe that the beast is not gone, he's still here, in his human form, living among us as we speak."

"So they're making those bullets for…" she trailed off not sure how to say it.

"A precaution, yes." he placed the last book up.

Suddenly, Seras felt cold as she felt a shiver run up her spine.

A large crash was heard from somewhere in the back of shop, making Mr. Valcon sign.

"Excuse me Mrs. Victoria; I must attend to Fredrick, my assistant that I recently hired. Let me know if you need anything." Mr. Valcon smiled before excused himself, leaving the pretty blonde alone.

Seras made no response back, standing there, silent. She didn't know why it bothered her so much of the information that Mr. Valcon told her of The Night of the Wolf, it's not like she didn't believe in those told ghost stories of Transylvania, not a single one.

Right?

But then why was her dream from those many nights ago suddenly back into her mind again. And then weird encounter of that thing she came across that one night to? But she still didn't believe it all of that.

Didn't she?

The next chapter is the ending of this, just so you know.