Big Wolf on Campus: Fan Fiction: Untitled
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Chapter 1: Morsus

Merton kicked the small pebble in front of him and watched in tumble forward into the night's soft darkness. It was about three AM and the lone Goth was walking down the middle of street. Merton often walked down the streets of his small mid-western town late at night. He felt safe in the cold darkness of the lonely night. It was unusual for anyone to feel this way in the eerie silence, especially one who had personally fought all the creepy crawlies the city had to offer, but here in the middle of the night alone he felt invincible.

Though in Merton's head he was never alone there were always things to keep him company. It wasn't that he heard voices, he just couldn't seem to shut down his creative side long enough to find any peace. That was why he had become so accustomed to the silence; there never was any for Merton. Merton came out this night to think, or attempt to in some organized manner. The subject of his endless streams of thoughts was none other than Tommy Dawkins.

Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, god damn Tommy Dawkins. Everything was easy before his paws hit the scene. He hated him right now. He had managed without even trying to upset the entire flow of his miserable life. Merton's life may not have been happy before Tommy Dawkins but it had been easier. Day in and day out, everything was the same lifeless pattern: get up, go to school, get bruised, return home, lock yourself in room, and go to sleep. Simple and most importantly it was a numb way of life. No reason to fell any of those overwhelming teenaged emotions. Until the great and mighty Tommy Dawkins called on his assistance. Merton was glad at first when Tommy appeared and magically became his friend, it had been years since he remembered being this close to anyone, but there inlay the problem.

Merton wasn't gay; he sure as hell wasn't straight either. He sat comfortable in the middle waiting for true love. Merton was more a romantic than he was willing to admit. He had always believed there would only be one true love of his life, no where in his mind did it say it had to be male or female. He never understood how people could become one way or the other. Shaking his head Merton tried to pull his thoughts into one large continuum, but was failing. Sitting on the curb in front of an unknown house, Merton tried to concentrate souly on the problem at hand: he may or he may not be in love with Tommy Dawkins.

He exhaled, wondering it the breath would take away all his problems with it, no such luck. The problem was not so much in the emotion, but merely the uncertainty of it. If his emotions were serious he would have to tell his friend in order to merely deal with the weight they carried. If he felt this strongly it would be worth the risk, though he doubted Tommy would hold it against him. There was however the worry that this may all be some kind of temporary infatuation, in which case he wanted to keep it to himself until it passed. It would make sense he decided. Tommy was the first person to so much as give him a second look in he didn't know how many years. Tommy was kind, caring, touchy-feely kind of guy, not to mention very attractive. It could very well be a long lasting crush. He had had them before just not on people he talked to everyday. Unrequited love?' was easier to deal with when you didn't talk to the person everyday during almost all your free time.

Merton rested his face in, rubbing his sore eyes. He could ignore the subject longer if he hadn't recently started acting like love stricken teenaged girl. Laughing overly at his jokes, flirting without realizing, all around not being himself, a high crime as far as Merton was concerned. Whenever a situation or person made Merton act differently than he would normally, Merton immediately had to find the how, why, and such. That's when he discovered that he may or may not have feelings for one werewolf. Whether or not this was a good discovery is still being debated by his underwear gnomes. The problem was now that he knew he had feelings his first impulse was to act upon them. On conscience level he had managed to keep this under wraps; on the sub-conscience level he was screw or wanted to be depending on how you look at it. Lucky for Merton however, Tommy was just about as dense as a three foot thick steel wall with quicksand and sharks on the other side. Needless to say, not much got through.

Merton rose back up to his feet and wondered where Tommy was. It was a full moon that night; he was probably hiding out in the woods with a bucket of chicken. Merton smiled despite himself, the idea suddenly striking him as funny. Merton walked towards the moon back to his house. Merton lost himself in his thoughts as he started off in the right direction.

Merton was a few blocks away when a screeching sound pulled him away from silent contemplation. Searching for the course of the sound Merton found a bat lying in the street. It small body was marred with a long cut along its side. The cut didn't seem deep to Merton, not that he really could say for sure. The small thing continued to cry as Merton tried to sooth the small creature without getting close. The first thing you learn as a kid in the mid-west is about rabies. Never trust an animal that should be where it is. Merton considered this. The poor thing didn't seem to have any of the signs he had always been told about. The cut seemed to be the only reason this bat wasn't with the others. Merton leaned in closer fear of infection depleting. The cut seemed odd. It was more exact then he had been expecting. It looked as though it had been made by a knife then by any accident he could imagine. He wouldn't be surprise if some of the cities teenagers had gotten a laugh of torturing the poor beast. Feeling a sudden sympathy for the creature, Merton took a piece of cloth out of coat and wrapped the bat trying to stop the blood flow. Pulling his sleeves over his hands, Merton picked up the creature and continued on his way home.

The bat lied calmly in Merton's hands until he began his final approach on his house. It had been you quite Merton had thought it had died, but as soon as Merton laid a foot on his steps to the basement the small creature began to twist and turn as though it had been caught a healthy. With his voice and his bare hands, Merton tried to clam back the bat worried it would make its wounds worse. The small animal would have no of it, Merton felt his grasp being lost on the small creature. Merton let go at the pain in his hand. The bat fell to the ground and turned into dust. Merton saw none of this of course he was too busy looking over the bite on his hand. The animal had caught him on the side of the hand. Red blood seeped out of the two small holes. Cursing Merton looked for the bat on the ground in the dark. Deciding it was long gone, Merton went into his house looking for the Band-Aids.

Merton had learned long ago the basics of first aid. Running around with a werewolf saving the world from endless destruction gave one more cuts and bruise than your average high school student. The newly disinfected Merton sat down to watch a movie. Sticking in Scream, Merton rubbed his hand gingerly. The bite had begun to itch badly also directly after being bitten. Merton tried not to think about it as he watched the movie. He was counting on the bloody deaths of popular teens to pick him up. Merton began to dose began to dose before Barrymore bit it.

Drifting in and out of sleep, Merton had dreams well more like delusions. Some were of Tommy, some were about the bat. In the dream the bat became a vampire and killed Merton, only it was Merton who was the bat. Merton woke again near the end of the movie. Randy had just been shot. Randy, yeah he felt a lot like that guy. Always running after the person he just can't have. A poor geek disregarded by his whole school, maybe Merton should get a job at the video store.

Shaking his head, Merton tried to make scene of his dreams. The Tommy's were pretty obvious in their meanings, but the bat had startled him, though he really didn't know why. Yawning, Merton scratched his hand without thinking. It had only gotten worse. The flesh around the band aide had become a paler than pale. The blue veins in his hand had become more visible, weaving a pattern of pale blue against white. Merton knew all there was to about monstrology,' but at this moment he would have traded it for the knowledge of the proper care of a first stage rabies bite. From what little he knew, he probably needed to go to hospital. It was now nearing four-thirty. Merton weighed the option of driving to the hospital. Merton dismissed this when a sudden wave a dizziness past through his body. He didn't want to pass out at the wheel and have the situation turn out worse than it already currently was. Merton decided to wait till morning. He didn't want to wake his parents over a simple bite, plus it would only be a few hours till they would wake up. Finding himself sudden exhausted, Merton set his alarm and passed out on his bed.

Merton's oblivion was broken by a strange pressure on his shoulders. Merton felt like he was underwater. Everything around him felt dulled and far away. He tried to return to the darkness only to find it impossible, the pressure had become shaking. Determined to be left alone, Merton decided to find the cause of all his discomfort. Pushing up through the dark water, Merton started to hear a voice. He felt himself sitting up though he had no idea why. Merton struggled back to conscience to find himself being held by Tommy Dawkins. Merton wonder if this was all just a dream when Tommy spoke.

You're awake? Tommy looked down at Merton, was that concern in his eyes? Merton tried to follow but everything still felt so far away. When I got here your alarm clock was still going off. I turned it off and figured I wake you. I never knew you were such a deep sleeper; I've been shaking you for 20 minutes. We're nearly a half-hour late for school already, Merton nodded like her understood. Merton had no idea what was going on however everything still felt so fuzzy, even his body felt numb. Tommy picked up on his friend's lethargic state. Tommy pushed him back to look him over. Merton was a ghost of a human. His pale skin looked porcelain white. Some of his veins could be seen through his skin and his lips had taken a dark blue color. Are you sick, man? Your lips are blue and well you're pale, well paler than normal, Merton only nodded his head again. He only wished to go back to sleep again, back to the peaceful darkness, but Tommy wouldn't leave him be. I think we need to get you the hospital. When did you start to fell this way? Merton murmured a short response that even Tommy's enhanced hearing could decipher. What, man?

The bat, after the bat last night, Merton let his head fall to Tommy's chest. The longer he stayed awake the worst he felt. His body felt like it was freezing but he could fell the sweat fall down his face. His body started to shake uncontrollably. Tommy pulled him closer trying to control his shaking. Tommy almost pushed him back when he felt his ice-cold skin against his body, but instead pulled Merton closer trying to warm him. Merton relaxed. He suddenly felt like he was going to die. At least, in the arms of Tommy Dawkins didn't seem like the worst way to go.

What bat Merton?

The bat last night, Merton said raising his hand slightly off the bed and letting it fall again. Tommy grabbed Merton's fallen hand as his friend pushed into his chest. The Goth suddenly found the sound of his friend's heartbeat the most incredible thing he had ever heard. The quickening thump seemed to resonate through his friend's and his own body. It had never occurred to Merton before how that simple beat kept his friend alive, but right now it seemed the only thing to matter in the universe. Especially the fact of how easily that small little beat could be ended. It seemed to sooth all the pain he felt as his eyelids began to fall. Against his friend's muffled pleas and arguments, Merton fell back into his safe oblivion listening to that beat.