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Chapter Seven: Mending the Beast

March 21, 1991, morning

Turning the page of the large book, Peter leaned back in the soft chair and rested on his hand. He doesn't recall how long he's been up but he knew he didn't sleep well after what he witnessed. He studied the vampires as hard as he could and tried to learn about werewolves as well. So far, both of them were similar. Werewolves were fearsome predators and never let their victims go. He never knew werewolves even existed before the massacre but he knew about vampires because he overheard a few kids talking about them; he didn't believe them up until the night.

Peter blamed himself for his parents' murder.

He remembered what the leader told him and always wondered how the vampire knew what he did. He read about vampires being smart and skilled, but he never knew about their skills on being extremely sneaky. After hearing a lot about vampires and not hearing anything of wolves, Peter wondered if werewolves were stealthy enough to hide the bodies or have they not been killing as much as the blood-sucking fiends.

There's been a lot of information on the werewolves but not enough for the child to know how they live, which he wants to learn about. He imagined they're living like dogs and when their angry they lung, but that would be an easy guess, but he could be wrong.

Peter stopped reading and looked away from the book. He hesitated in thought. I wonder.

The teenager was involved with his thoughts that he didn't noticed Eve walking in the living room. "Oh, dearie," She started in shock and Peter jumped in the seat. "How long have you've been up? This is unhealthy for you, love!"

"I couldn't sleep," He answered tiredly and closed his eyes. The teenager whispered, "I had a nightmare."

The blonde fixed her messy hair and pursed her lips. "Hm, you could've told me you were having night terrors, sweetie," Eve responded and sat on the couch. She looked out the window and saw it was still a bit dark. "I honestly thought you left," she muttered and faced Peter. "Want to talk about it?"

She immediately regretted asking when his whole body stiffened. "I don't have to," He responded and slammed the book. "It's like reliving what happened last night; that memory won't leave me alone."

"I'm sorry, dear," Eve responded softly and Peter rolled his eyes before closing them again. "I have to ask, no vampires just invade a home without a meaning, they had to be either provoked or your family had something they were looking for," The kid tensed and covered his face. "Did your family come in contact with any vampires?"

"No, but I…" He started and looked over at the woman with a guilty. "I may have been a bit nosy and started researching them and-"

"Ah," Eve interrupted and shook her head. "You were curious," she stated and he nodded. The woman stood up and picked up the book. "I think you should lay off the monsters and get back to whatever teenage boys do," she said and carried the heavy book back to her bookshelf. "Of course, after what happened I don't think that'll be easy," the woman shoved the novel in her shelf and turned around to lean against it. "Don't worry, you can stay here and I'll handle everything with the police, I'll say you're my nephew who's living with me," Peter hung his mouth open slightly and was about to protest but she stopped him. "But you're still free to do whatever you want, except of going outside in the nighttime."

The kid watched as Eve left the room. "What happened to your son?"

The blonde stopped at the kitchen door and faced him in curiosity. "Excuse me?"

"You said you used to have a child that fit in these clothes," He told her while gesturing his new pajamas and Eve opened her mouth to speak. "Did something happen to him?"

"She died," She answered simply and looked away with an unreadable look. "It happened a while ago," she added and pointed to the kitchen. "Do you want anything to eat? I could make pancakes or waffles? What do you want?"

Peter stared at her and narrowed his eyes in thought. She dismissed the subject too quickly. "No, I'm fine," he answered and Eve went inside the room casually. "Her child's a she?" He looked down at his clothes and they looked a bit boyish with the red plaid style. "Weird," he muttered and stood up after feeling the need for fresh air, since he's been inside for a long time. The teen walked towards the front door and opened it before walking out. He whispered, "Fresh air, the only thing I need at the moment."

Leaning against door, Peter saw how the sun was almost up and his eyes idly scanned the streets. Something red caught his eyes. He walked over towards the middle of the road and looked down seeing a bloody paw print that's shaped like a werewolf; like a human hand with claws. He kneeled to closely examine it and looked up a bit seeing more. His eyes followed the trail of bloody paw prints and stood up after seeing it leading to the side of a house. Peter walked alongside them and saw the light-brown werewolf lying on her stomach.

The werewolf was whimpering.

The teen cautiously walked up to the beast and saw a puncture wound at her side. He looked at her face and her eyes slowly opened. The tired silver-eyes met his and had pain written in them. The werewolf let out a groan and closed her eyes again. Peter walked closer and kneeled beside the wolf to examine the wound. He gently moved her rough fur out of the way to see the wound and the wolf growled while shifting. The teen pulled away after the wolf faced him angrily. "I won't hurt you." He whispered and slowly moved his hand to pet the beast. He looked at the gash again.

She was stabbed by a knife.

"You were attacked," Peter stated, pointing out the obvious. The werewolf narrowed her eyes and let out an annoyed groan. "I'm not mocking you; I'm trying to help you!" He exclaimed and she sat her head down weakly while closing her eyes. "If I leave you out in public, there's a chance someone will find and kill you," the teen muttered and looked around in thought. "How do I get you back to the house?"


After a lot of struggling, Peter finally managed to open the door and carried the almost heavy werewolf. Her weight was similar to a dog's. The boy closed the wooden door with his foot and immediately felt his energy running out, he sank to his knees. Carrying a werewolf bridal style wasn't what he thought he would do in his life; the wolf was heavy. The boy looked down at her face tiredly and saw her nose twitching as if scenting the area. She opened her eyes and surveyed the house weakly.

"You'd probably think I'm stupid for letting you in."

The werewolf met his eyes again and felt her eyelids getting heavy again. Peter heard footsteps entering the room and closed his eyes bracing for Eve's reaction. "You know, I think some tea would help you sleep," the woman said walking in the room while holding a cup and looked down at it in thought. "Or maybe some water," she added and looked up at the teen. "What would you rather…" She stopped herself as she spotted the injured werewolf and her mouth dropped open in shock. "Oh my…" She shouted and dropped the cup before cupping her mouth. "It's a w-werewolf, the last one," her voice was muffled and lowered her shaky hand to glare at the teen. "Peter, are you barking mad?"

"I couldn't leave her out in public!"

Eve shook her head and ran towards the windows to close them. Peter watched her frantic behavior and felt the silver backed werewolf shifting in his arms. "Ok, we'll be fine, it's only one wolf," she whispered to herself before walking towards the boy and his wolf. She hunched down and tilted her head while examining the wolf. "A young one," she said in shock and pursed her lips. "And it's…" She reached to touch the bloody gash and pulled her hand back after the angry rejection. "Not happy."

"She," Peter corrected and Eve faced him with a wary look. "She's female," he added and the woman nodded slowly thinking how a teen would know that. "She's injured, look."

The blonde observed how the child gently moved the fur away from the bleeding gash and her eyes went wide. How isn't the werewolf attacking him? "How on Earth," She muttered and the boy raised a brow. She contained herself before checking the puncture wound. "And you brought her in here, why?"

"She's the one who saved my life and I'm going to repay her!"

"Snippy," she responded with a click of her tongue and rolled her eyes. She stared at the teenager and sighed after seeing his urgent look. "Ok, leave her there and I'll fetch something," Eve went away and Peter sat the wolf down on the floor. The woman came back and had something small in her hand. She kneeled on the werewolf's other side and reached for her snout. As soon as Eve's hand touches the werewolf's snout, she jerked her mouth away and groaned. "She won't let me touch her," the woman muttered and looked down at the vial then up at Peter. "You'll have to do it. This creature seemed to be more attached to you for some odd reason; I watched how she let you touch her, which might mean only one thing. I need you to pour this…" Eve gestured the small vial. "Into her mouth until everything's gone. Whatever you do, don't ask what's inside it."

Peter looked at the vial and took it from her shaky hands. He examined the red liquid and grimaced at how it was all churning. The teen took a deep breath and reached for the wolf's snout. When his hands reached her nose, he saw it twitching from the scent of the weird liquid and watched how her mouth opened weakly. Eve observed how he poured it in her mouth and stared at the wound intently. "That's it," he muttered and handed the blonde her empty vial. "It's all gone, what do we do now?"

"She's only a small thing, lad," Eve responded and stood up while idly wiggling the small bottle. "She'll heal eventually. I can't believe you found the last werewolf, love. After seeing how this fiendish creature acting around you, it's really rare but I think she's growing fond of you, Pete," She told him and the teenager raised a brow. The blonde walked in the kitchen. She mumbled to herself, "A very rare sight, what was that word again?"

He looked down at the wolf and her eyes snapped open. The werewolf snout began twitching and her silver eyes darted towards the window, seeing it was morning. She looked seeing the boy staring at her warily and tilted her head. He greeted awkwardly, "Um, hi?"

The wolf growled hungrily and faced the window again, the sunlight was shining through. Her eyes went wide and stood up. She hunched over in pain and roared feeling her bones shrinking. Peter scuttled backwards and kept a firm look at the wolf. Eve ran in the room and saw the werewolf turning back. "Oh dear," The woman whispered and frowned. The wolf whimpered and opened the door rapidly before sprinting away from them. "It looks like a painful transformation, the poor child; she must've dealt with that her whole life."


Author's Note: How are you liking the characters (All of them) so far? Any comments about them? Any ideas what you thinks going to happen? How do you like the werewolf? If you're still confused on what the werewolf looks like, picture the Van Helsing wolf but darker, I think lol. The reason why I'm asking this so I'll know what you're all looking for.

I'm open for suggestions and ideas on what you would like to see, because I'm almost running out of them, don't worry I still got the plot, conflicts and the ending down. What do you want to know more of? Any confusions you want me to clear up?