Death comes in packs.
Disclaimer: Don't own it! **Softly sobs**
A/N: I'd like to thank my reviewers and the site
Without it I'd be lost!
Chapter four, Explanations.
Sara's mouth hung loosely somewhere near the floor in awe, the Nautilus rose up out of the clammy water of London's harbor like a breaching whale, up and up it went like a climbing tower, it shaper loomed over them.
But the conning tower was just the tip of the great vessel. High, long, and elegant with beautiful seafaring lines, the submersible surfaced majestically, splitting the surface of the water. Around the ship was encrusted the statues of Nemo's god's Shiva, Ganesh, and Vishnu.
Nemo, though he didn't show it, was pleased with her reaction. She knew genius when she saw it. She was even more impressed when she was lead onto the amazing vessel, holding tight to her small carpetbag. The hallways were lavishly furnished and decorated. Light and dark blue paint lined the walls, small tables holding vases of flowers and small busts of extraordinary people were placed sparsely across the hallways. She tried her best not to gawk, hard times had made her appreciate the finer things in life, but she was failing miserably.
Then she got to her room. The walls were painted the green color of living things, a full bed sat in the middle of the room, a white down comforter spread across it. She sunk down onto the feather soft bed relishing the feeling of it on her back. She sighed lustfully on the bed, and hugged one of the pillows to her. She was on her way home, back to Ireland. She'd only been away a month, but she felt the vacancy of the island in her heart. She'd been up and down the island in her hunts, heard rumors, legends, wives tales, scientific points, everything.
She caught movement near the small desk and table occupying one corner. "Skinner." She breathed, "I can smell the Sherry on your breath."
"Aheh!" skinner laughed and presumably came and stood in front of her. "Nemo says 'e wants us all in for a council of war er something like that. Blokes always been too serious."
Sara sighed and looked through him, "I'll be down in a moment."
"Right then see you there, luv."
Sara wanted until the sounds of his bare footsteps had faded away before getting up. She yawned as she clomped down the hallway. She came to the room marked MEETING. Unfortunately there was a broom propped up on the door. She grumbled and slouched down in front of it. She waited, and waited, and waited until finally Jekyll made his way down the hall. After seeing her he got jittery again. "Hello Sara." He mumbled. "Aren't you going in?"
She looked at him woefully, "I'd love to Henry, but as you can see, SOMEONE," she knew it was Skinner. "Put a broom on the door." She growled.
He looked at her quizzically, "Why with this be a problem?"
Her looked was like a poisoned apple, "Because my dear, dear doctor, I cannot cross brooms, because I am a werewolf. Would you please be a love and move it?"
He reached out and took hold of the broom, the second it was gone she jumped up and snatched open the door, she charged into the meeting room and too a long sniff of the air. "Skinner," She snarled "when I get my hands on you I'll-"
"Aheh!" The invisible man laughed, "Take no offense, I jus wanted to see if it would work."
"Well it did!" She snarled.
"Um, heh, does that bit with the seeds work?" he asked.
"NO!" She yelled, and then realized everyone was watching her. "Um, sorry about the outburst. It's just, he-"
Nemo raised a hand. "It is all right, behavior like that is accepted when directed at Skinner."
"Hey!" Skinner yelled indignantly.
"Can we please behave ourselves and get down to business?" Mina demanded.
"Sure luv, but only for you." Skinner said suggestively, she scoffed and he pulled up a seat next to her and Sawyer.
Sara sat down next to Jekyll so that she was in the center. "Now I suppose this will be about werewolves?"
"Correct." Nemo said. "We would like to know what we will be dealing with."
"Alright, shoot."
Mina began. "Do you only turn into a werewolf on the full moon?"
Sara sighed. "No." They gapped at her, "In real werewolves a physical change to wolf form does occur. The change can be voluntary, or can be forced by the full moon and certain sounds such as howling. Though when it is just a howl I can fight it off easily. I have never turned voluntarily, and I do not intend to start." They nodded accepting this for now.
Sawyer next. "How do you kill 'em?" He asked boldly.
"Werewolves are immune from aging and from most physical diseases due to the constant regeneration of their physical tissue." She said scientifically, "They can, therefore be virtually immortal. However, any wound that destroys the heart or the brain, or any form of death that causes brain or heart damage such as hanging or other oxygen-deprivation methods can kill them. Silver also, we are weak when it comes to anything silver. A broom across the door will hold us back. We cannot cross it. I have never figured out why exactly."
Then Jekyll: "W-what about packs?"
At this Sara drew a long breath, "This will take a while. Like real wolves, werewolves can live alone for many years, yet the instinct for a pack often leads them away from their secretive lifestyle, into revealing their nature to a priest or close associate, or converting another to werewolf for companionship." She looked down at the arm that had been racked with claws long ago, "This is when the otherwise cagey werewolf opens himself to detection! Werewolf packs cause immense destruction. A pack consists of one werewolf who became a werewolf through sorcery, birth, or curse - in other words; his is the original tainted blood. This werewolf is called the Alpha werewolf. The remaining werewolves in the pack are called Beta werewolves because they became werewolves through the bite of the Alpha and carry the Alpha's tainted blood. I myself am a Beta wolf."
Jekyll spoke again, "What is the relationship between alpha and Beta?"
Sara sighed, "Another long one, the relationship between Alpha and Beta werewolves is a complex one. Once a werewolf bites a subject, his or her life and death are doomed to the werewolf curse. The victim does, however, have some hope - as long as they themselves do not taste of human blood, the curse is reversible. If the Alpha werewolf is killed - through some action of the Beta - the Beta's curse is broken. It is important to note that whether the Beta werewolf was bitten by the Alpha werewolf himself or by another Beta, it is the Alpha who must be destroyed - the source of the original tainted blood. It is also an interesting note that since Betas and Alphas share common blood, an Alpha cannot physically harm a Beta of his own bloodline by his own hands without inflicting the same injury upon himself. However, if a Beta is harmed or killed by another, it does not affect the Alpha." Her eyes darkened, "In other words He will not come after me himself, he'll send someone else to do it."
Nemo next. "What about eating humans?"
"A person who becomes a werewolf against his will birth, curse, or bite is not completely damned until he tastes of human blood. Once he does, his soul is eternally damned and nothing may redeem him. Even without tasting of human blood, however, as long as the taint lies upon the immortal soul, it cannot enter Heaven, and will remain chained to the mortal plane upon death. I have never tasted human blood, if that is what you are wondering." Mina looked slightly disturbed by what she had said, but other than that fast flicker of emotion there was nothing.
Sawyer spoke up again, "How can we tell if a person is a werewolf or not?"
"Your biggest clues will come through your suspects personalities. Becoming a werewolf is not transparent, no matter how the victim tries to hide it. The tainted, sub-human blood appearance. Look for symptoms in your human suspects that include increasing violence, increasing aggression, unprovoked rages, insomnia, restlessness, and other odd behavior. Unfortunately, over time these symptoms can be brought under control, so do not rely on them exclusively." She answered all their questions indifferently, somehow when she spoke in a scientific point of view; it seemed like maybe it didn't affect her. Like she was somehow immune from it all.
"Like your little fit just now?" Skinner teased.
"Yes, just like that." She raised an eyebrow, "I wouldn't test that again if I were you."
"How do you know all this?" Skinner questioned.
"Twenty long years of research." She said and rubbed the back of her neck tiredly.
"Anything else we should know?" Mina asked.
"Yes, a true wolf while in wolf form, there has been some proof that the werewolf retains enough knowledge to assist his killing; recognition of victims, evasion of traps, and human cunning, I have seen it all while I have tracked him."
Everyone regarded her for a moment, after her revelation that she could change voluntarily, they'd be more careful. It was common knowledge that werewolves could be killed with silver that is why Nemo had given them all small silver daggers, just in case. Sara knew about them, she could smell the silver, but she didn't say anything. Let them think what they wanted. She didn't care as long as they helped her.
"If you'll excuse me, I would like to get some sleep, I'm still awfully tired." She declared rising from her chair, as she walked past Jekyll though, she didn't catch the tainted smell of silver on him. She smiled to herself as she walked down the hallway. At least someone trusted her.
Disclaimer: Don't own it! **Softly sobs**
A/N: I'd like to thank my reviewers and the site
Without it I'd be lost!
Chapter four, Explanations.
Sara's mouth hung loosely somewhere near the floor in awe, the Nautilus rose up out of the clammy water of London's harbor like a breaching whale, up and up it went like a climbing tower, it shaper loomed over them.
But the conning tower was just the tip of the great vessel. High, long, and elegant with beautiful seafaring lines, the submersible surfaced majestically, splitting the surface of the water. Around the ship was encrusted the statues of Nemo's god's Shiva, Ganesh, and Vishnu.
Nemo, though he didn't show it, was pleased with her reaction. She knew genius when she saw it. She was even more impressed when she was lead onto the amazing vessel, holding tight to her small carpetbag. The hallways were lavishly furnished and decorated. Light and dark blue paint lined the walls, small tables holding vases of flowers and small busts of extraordinary people were placed sparsely across the hallways. She tried her best not to gawk, hard times had made her appreciate the finer things in life, but she was failing miserably.
Then she got to her room. The walls were painted the green color of living things, a full bed sat in the middle of the room, a white down comforter spread across it. She sunk down onto the feather soft bed relishing the feeling of it on her back. She sighed lustfully on the bed, and hugged one of the pillows to her. She was on her way home, back to Ireland. She'd only been away a month, but she felt the vacancy of the island in her heart. She'd been up and down the island in her hunts, heard rumors, legends, wives tales, scientific points, everything.
She caught movement near the small desk and table occupying one corner. "Skinner." She breathed, "I can smell the Sherry on your breath."
"Aheh!" skinner laughed and presumably came and stood in front of her. "Nemo says 'e wants us all in for a council of war er something like that. Blokes always been too serious."
Sara sighed and looked through him, "I'll be down in a moment."
"Right then see you there, luv."
Sara wanted until the sounds of his bare footsteps had faded away before getting up. She yawned as she clomped down the hallway. She came to the room marked MEETING. Unfortunately there was a broom propped up on the door. She grumbled and slouched down in front of it. She waited, and waited, and waited until finally Jekyll made his way down the hall. After seeing her he got jittery again. "Hello Sara." He mumbled. "Aren't you going in?"
She looked at him woefully, "I'd love to Henry, but as you can see, SOMEONE," she knew it was Skinner. "Put a broom on the door." She growled.
He looked at her quizzically, "Why with this be a problem?"
Her looked was like a poisoned apple, "Because my dear, dear doctor, I cannot cross brooms, because I am a werewolf. Would you please be a love and move it?"
He reached out and took hold of the broom, the second it was gone she jumped up and snatched open the door, she charged into the meeting room and too a long sniff of the air. "Skinner," She snarled "when I get my hands on you I'll-"
"Aheh!" The invisible man laughed, "Take no offense, I jus wanted to see if it would work."
"Well it did!" She snarled.
"Um, heh, does that bit with the seeds work?" he asked.
"NO!" She yelled, and then realized everyone was watching her. "Um, sorry about the outburst. It's just, he-"
Nemo raised a hand. "It is all right, behavior like that is accepted when directed at Skinner."
"Hey!" Skinner yelled indignantly.
"Can we please behave ourselves and get down to business?" Mina demanded.
"Sure luv, but only for you." Skinner said suggestively, she scoffed and he pulled up a seat next to her and Sawyer.
Sara sat down next to Jekyll so that she was in the center. "Now I suppose this will be about werewolves?"
"Correct." Nemo said. "We would like to know what we will be dealing with."
"Alright, shoot."
Mina began. "Do you only turn into a werewolf on the full moon?"
Sara sighed. "No." They gapped at her, "In real werewolves a physical change to wolf form does occur. The change can be voluntary, or can be forced by the full moon and certain sounds such as howling. Though when it is just a howl I can fight it off easily. I have never turned voluntarily, and I do not intend to start." They nodded accepting this for now.
Sawyer next. "How do you kill 'em?" He asked boldly.
"Werewolves are immune from aging and from most physical diseases due to the constant regeneration of their physical tissue." She said scientifically, "They can, therefore be virtually immortal. However, any wound that destroys the heart or the brain, or any form of death that causes brain or heart damage such as hanging or other oxygen-deprivation methods can kill them. Silver also, we are weak when it comes to anything silver. A broom across the door will hold us back. We cannot cross it. I have never figured out why exactly."
Then Jekyll: "W-what about packs?"
At this Sara drew a long breath, "This will take a while. Like real wolves, werewolves can live alone for many years, yet the instinct for a pack often leads them away from their secretive lifestyle, into revealing their nature to a priest or close associate, or converting another to werewolf for companionship." She looked down at the arm that had been racked with claws long ago, "This is when the otherwise cagey werewolf opens himself to detection! Werewolf packs cause immense destruction. A pack consists of one werewolf who became a werewolf through sorcery, birth, or curse - in other words; his is the original tainted blood. This werewolf is called the Alpha werewolf. The remaining werewolves in the pack are called Beta werewolves because they became werewolves through the bite of the Alpha and carry the Alpha's tainted blood. I myself am a Beta wolf."
Jekyll spoke again, "What is the relationship between alpha and Beta?"
Sara sighed, "Another long one, the relationship between Alpha and Beta werewolves is a complex one. Once a werewolf bites a subject, his or her life and death are doomed to the werewolf curse. The victim does, however, have some hope - as long as they themselves do not taste of human blood, the curse is reversible. If the Alpha werewolf is killed - through some action of the Beta - the Beta's curse is broken. It is important to note that whether the Beta werewolf was bitten by the Alpha werewolf himself or by another Beta, it is the Alpha who must be destroyed - the source of the original tainted blood. It is also an interesting note that since Betas and Alphas share common blood, an Alpha cannot physically harm a Beta of his own bloodline by his own hands without inflicting the same injury upon himself. However, if a Beta is harmed or killed by another, it does not affect the Alpha." Her eyes darkened, "In other words He will not come after me himself, he'll send someone else to do it."
Nemo next. "What about eating humans?"
"A person who becomes a werewolf against his will birth, curse, or bite is not completely damned until he tastes of human blood. Once he does, his soul is eternally damned and nothing may redeem him. Even without tasting of human blood, however, as long as the taint lies upon the immortal soul, it cannot enter Heaven, and will remain chained to the mortal plane upon death. I have never tasted human blood, if that is what you are wondering." Mina looked slightly disturbed by what she had said, but other than that fast flicker of emotion there was nothing.
Sawyer spoke up again, "How can we tell if a person is a werewolf or not?"
"Your biggest clues will come through your suspects personalities. Becoming a werewolf is not transparent, no matter how the victim tries to hide it. The tainted, sub-human blood appearance. Look for symptoms in your human suspects that include increasing violence, increasing aggression, unprovoked rages, insomnia, restlessness, and other odd behavior. Unfortunately, over time these symptoms can be brought under control, so do not rely on them exclusively." She answered all their questions indifferently, somehow when she spoke in a scientific point of view; it seemed like maybe it didn't affect her. Like she was somehow immune from it all.
"Like your little fit just now?" Skinner teased.
"Yes, just like that." She raised an eyebrow, "I wouldn't test that again if I were you."
"How do you know all this?" Skinner questioned.
"Twenty long years of research." She said and rubbed the back of her neck tiredly.
"Anything else we should know?" Mina asked.
"Yes, a true wolf while in wolf form, there has been some proof that the werewolf retains enough knowledge to assist his killing; recognition of victims, evasion of traps, and human cunning, I have seen it all while I have tracked him."
Everyone regarded her for a moment, after her revelation that she could change voluntarily, they'd be more careful. It was common knowledge that werewolves could be killed with silver that is why Nemo had given them all small silver daggers, just in case. Sara knew about them, she could smell the silver, but she didn't say anything. Let them think what they wanted. She didn't care as long as they helped her.
"If you'll excuse me, I would like to get some sleep, I'm still awfully tired." She declared rising from her chair, as she walked past Jekyll though, she didn't catch the tainted smell of silver on him. She smiled to herself as she walked down the hallway. At least someone trusted her.