"Are you okay Davy?" Peter asked.

"I-I'm fine." Davy said, "I'm sorry." Peter goes over to him and hugs him.

"It's okay," Peter said.

"Sorry for lashing out guys," Davy whispered.

"It's okay," Micky smiled "Are you feeling better?" Davy shrugged.

"I-I'm just worried, scared, and ticked off that you three don't think I can play in the band," Davy said.

"No one thinks that though Davy," Micky said, "we just think that you need to take it easy for a few days because you look like hell warmed over."

"Oh," Davy said, "do I really look that bad?" Mike and Peter both nodded.

"Hmm, guess I didn't think about that," Davy said giving his friends a rueful smile.

"It's alright, but are you sure you're okay?" Mike asked "you normally don't get this ticked off with us."

"Yeah…I-I'm fine." Davy said "I guess there's just a lot of information at once. I mean it's not every day you find out that your friend hunts monsters." Mike smiled at that.

"No, I'll give you that." Mike said smiling.

"How did you get into it?" Peter asked.

"Into what?" Mike asked looking at the blond.

"Monster hunting." Peter said.

"Oh, well, I don't know, I've just always done it.." Mike shrugged "but i unlike some hunters have protocols."

"Oh," Micky said raising an eyebrow "like what?"

"Well," Mike said getting up again and walking around the pad "one, I don't kill monsters unless I have to. Sometimes the poor soul doesn't even know they are one or that they're killing people. Two, if they are killing people I give them one chance to quit unless they've already killed five people." Davy looked at him.

"What do you mean by that 'you give them one chance unless they already killed five people?" Mike took a sip of his coffee and made a face.

"My coffee got cold," He said "what I mean is…take this wolf for example lets say it's a werewolf and I found out that they know they're killing people alright?" Davy, Peter and Micky nodded.

"Okay, and let's say I find the person who's killing. Now they only killed one person that I know of. Once I find them. I'll talk to them, and see if they even know they're a werewolf. If they don't then I'll tell them that they are and see if they'll be willing to hunt small animals instead. If they agree then problem solved if I find out that it's a werewolf and they know they've been killing people then I give them a warning that I'm on to them and if they kill another human then I'll kill them." Davy gulped.

"W-what i-if you found out that you h-had a monster f-for a fr-friend?" He asked. Mike looked at him.

"Same protocol. Most people don't know that they're the ones attacking people and once I talk to them they're more than willing to change. Unless its a Wendigo. But you can't reason with them." Mike shrugged.

"Oh," Davy said "okay."

"Why do you ask?" Davy shrugged.

"What's a Windigo?" Peter asked.

"A monster that eats human flesh," Mike said "never met one myself thank God. I hear they're nasty. Start calling to people on cold winter nights and lures them out of their houses."

"Oh…" Peter said, looking down.

"Yeah," Mike sighed. "And they mostly do it for fun from what I've been told. There's no talking any sense into them."

He looked over and saw the look of horror on Peter's face and let out a sigh, smiling slightly.

"It's okay, Peter," he said quietly. "I've never seen any before, here or anywhere I've ever been. And others I know rarely see them either. They mainly live where it's really cold. Like Canada. But you just gotta be careful. Okay?"

"Okay…" Peter nodded, keeping his head down. It was obvious he was still a little frightened of them. Mike sighed but nodded, taking a sip from his cold coffee, catching them still looking at him.

"I like to give people a chance," he explained. "Like I said, most of the time, they're people who don't even realize that they're hurting others or they do know what they're doing but still don't have control over their actions. And that's why they're hurting people, not because they want to."

"So, wait," Micky started. "How do you get the monsters to stop hurting people? Like what do you do?"

"Most of the time, it's as simple as having a conversation with the person," he said. "Explain to them what they're doing to others and they'd often try to make the changes themselves, even if it takes a few of those conversations to get there." Micky nodded.

"I think I only killed something once," Mike said.

"W-what happened?" Davy asked. Mike sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"I-I got called to Albuquerque New Mexico and there was something attacking livestock and then it moved on to humans." Mike paused and licked his lips "people were saying that a cat was getting into their barns and killing their cows or sheep for a few months and then it killed a little girl then a teenage boy on his paper route."

"What was it?" Davy asked.

"It was the wife of a school teacher. She had a family curse on her that turned her into a panther. I talked to her and she said that she didn't know she killed the kids, but now that she knew she wouldn't. I let her go and then three months later I had to go back because she knowingly went and attacked two more people." Mike downed his coffee and put the mug into the sink.

"You said that you have more then one conversation with people."

"Yeah, I normally do, but this lady said that she'd continue to do it." Mike said "I-I had no choice."

He frowned and looked down, tapping his fingers on his coffee cup.

"I don't like killing people," he said quietly. "And I won't until I absolutely have to…I-I know it's hard to break habits, especially if you can't control it, so I try my best to keep in touch with them and have more than one conversation with them so they can stop…a lot of them really are trying to do better or live normal lives, so I never understood the point of killing them unless they're hurting people by choice."

Mike stood up, letting out a sigh as he made his way into the kitchen, dumping the coffee down the sink.

"Mike?" Peter asked, looking up at him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he sighed, setting the cup down on the counter. "I just don't normally like to talk about this sort of stuff."

"Makes sense," Micky nodded, a sympathetic smile growing on his face. "Well, I'm proud of you for opening up, even if it wasn't easy."

Mike hummed and nodded, keeping his place in the kitchen. Davy looked at him for a minute before standing up as well, grabbing his cup of water.

"I-I think I'm gonna lie down for a nap," he whispered. "Maybe shower or something before."

"Yeah, of course," Micky said, smiling up at him. "Call us if you need anything."

Davy nodded, keeping his focus on Mike the whole time. Mike frowned once he realized he was being watched and Davy quickly dropped his head down, making his way up the stairs.

"What's up with him?" Mike asked.

"With who?" Micky asked completely missing the exchange between Mike and Davy.

"Davy," Mike said, "he looked at me like he was sorry about something."

"Oh," Micky said then he shrugged. "Maybe he just wanted to get up to bed."

"Maybe," Mike said sighing as he made his way to the couch and flopped down on it.

"Mike?" Peter asked.

"Hmm?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I-I just have a lot to think about." Mike said "there were three people who were attacked by something in three months, watch one a full moon. It has to be a werewolf. I need to find them and ask them if they know they attacked them. I also need to see if Anna and Sam are alive."

"Why?" Micky asked.

"Because it's my job," Mike answered.

"Do you get paid for it?" Micky asked. Mike shrugged.

"Not really," he said, "but sometimes a fifty-dollar bill or a check will make its way to me. I'm just happy I can help them out."

"Oh, we can use the money." Micky said. Mike looked at him horrified.

"I will not be telling people they need to pay me to get rid of a monster." Mike snarled "I don't work like that."

"Can we work with you?" Micky asked.

"No." Mike said.

"Why not?" Micky asked.

"Because I want you guys to actually live long enough to have grandkids?" Mike suggested. Micky laughed.

"You're a funny guy Michael." He said. Mike sighed and got up.

"Where are you going?" Peter asked.

"Out," Mike answered "I need air and to think."

"Okay, just don't stay out to long, there's a werewolf out there," Micky said. Mike rolled his eyes.

"It's not even the tenth yet," Mike said "but I'll be careful." He grabbed his jacket and headed to the beach.

"Do you think he's really going out to the beach?" Micky asked Peter, who only shrugged.

"I don't know," he said quietly. "But I trust him."

Micky smiled.

"I bet he's out monster hunting," he said. "Hunting down the werewolf and what not."

Once again, Peter shrugged, looking out the window and watching as Mike slowly went out of sight.

Suddenly, there was a crash that came from upstairs. Micky and Peter both turned to each other before running up the stairs and going into the bedroom. Davy was in a tangled heap of blankets on the floor, right beside his bed.

"Davy?" Micky asked, going to him. "You alright?"

"Y-yeah," Davy stammered, pulling the blanket away. "Sorry…"

"It's fine," Micky sighed, helping Davy back onto his feet and back into bed.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Peter asked, worried. "You still look pale…"

Davy nodded and as Micky wrapped the blankets around him, he placed a hand on the Brit's forehead.

"Well, he's not warm…" Micky said quietly and Davy hummed.

"I-I'm fine," he said, closing his eyes and rolling onto his side, his back facing the other two. "I-I-I just need to sleep it off..."

Micky frowned, looking at him, startled by the statement.

"Davy, did you take anything last night?" He asked and Davy curled himself into a ball, hesitating for a moment before speaking again.

"I'm sorry…it just happened, I-I-I didn't mean to…" he said under his breath. He knew he wasn't answering the question, but him being drugged the night before was a far simpler story than the one that had happened and they both seemed to buy it.

Micky exchanged a worried look with Peter before crouching down in front of the bed, keeping a close eye on Davy.

"Do you know what you took?" He asked softly and Davy shook his head slightly.

"No…" he yawned. "S-sorry."

Micky let out another sigh but nodded.

"Who gave it to ya?" Micky asked. Davy shrugged.

"Don't know." He said.

"Well, what did the pills look like? Or was it a joint of something?" Micky asked trying not to get angry.

"I don't know, it was a pill, that's all I know. I'm sorry." Davy said sniffling.

"Hey, it's okay Davy," Micky said "I just want to know so you're safe." Davy nodded.

"Can I please get some sleep?" He asked as he yawned.

"Of course," Micky said as he pulled the covers over Davy some more.

"Hmm, thanks," Davy whispered as he drifted off to sleep again.

"Do you really think Davy was drugged?" Peter asked. Micky sighed and shrugged.

"If he took it voluntarily then he wasn't drugged," Micky said then paled and went over and shook Davy again.

"Davy wake up," Micky said panicked.

"Hmm, what, ow Micky, that hurts." Davy yelped.

"Davy, were you drugged? Did you take those pills voluntarily?"

"Yeah, why?" Davy asked, "Are you okay Micky?" Micky sighed and let go of Davy.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Micky said "sorry for doing that. I just needed to know that you weren't drugged." He trails off as he sees that Davy is fast asleep again. He let out a sigh and stood, looking at Peter.