Part 3.


"Kristy? Honey? Are you okay? We heard a crash," Elizabeth said knocking on the door, "Can you hear me?"

Kristy growled again, smelling the fresh meat on the other side of the door. Food. Kill. Hungry. So hungry.

"Come to me. We'll eat together," she heard in her head, "My love, it's time. You should have come to me earlier, but sometimes you have to learn on your own. Come to me. The window!"

"Hungry," she called back, "I haven't eaten in ages."

"We'll do it together. Come to me. We don't want them finding out yet."

Growling in frustration, she crashed through the window and into the night.

"Kristy!"


"He came back? She was so afraid that he would," Mary Anne whimpered, "She kept looking outside."

"The glass was broken from the inside," Carlson interjected, "Whoever was in that bathroom broke it to get out."

"We were all in the den," Watson insisted, "There wasn't anyone else here."

"Is it possible she went voluntarily? That maybe she wasn't kidnaped to begin with? Was she dating anyone?"

"There is no way that she would put us through that! Find her!"



Stavros sat back on his haunches, as he watched Kristy come to him in the darkness. She's beautiful, he thought, not tearing his gaze away from the sleek black wolf approaching him. I remember her. She came back to me, after all of these years. She is back. Finally.

"You look amazing," he said, "I've been waiting for you. There is so much I've got to tell you."

"Hungry."

"You have your priorities. There is time for talk later, lets go hunt my love."

Kristy growled impatiently, as they began to run. Ducking around trees, the wind whipped through their fur. The night air was crisp and cool, as they paused by a large boulder. Stavros butted her with his head, as they crouched down behind it.

"Food," he called, "Can't you smell it?"

Kristy lifted her head to the sky, and inhaled the scent around her. Meat, she thought, blood. I need it. Now.

"Go on," he prodded, "You know what to do."

"I do know."

With that thought, she sprung from her hiding place and attacked the deer standing in the clearing. Her sharp claws ripped through the flesh like it was made of butter, as she tore its neck out. Fresh blood flooded into her mouth, as she swallowed the chunks of raw meat in front of her.

Stavros walked slowly toward her, as she devoured the deer. She's mine, he thought, all mine. She just doesn't know it yet.


"We'll do everything we can to find your daughter," Carlson insisted, as the group sat silently in the den, "But the evidence points to that she left on her own."

"Why would she have jumped through the window like that? She could have just opened it," Stacy insisted, "Someone had to have forced her!"

"Someone could have been in the house," Dawn added, "He knew she got away from him, he could have been waiting for her to be alone . . . So he could finish what he started."

"We'll look into that," Carlson countered, "I understand that she broke up with her boyfriend, a Bart Taylor, a few months ago?"

"Bart would never have hurt her," Mary Anne insisted, "Sure he was upset, but he would never do anything like this."

"Why did they break up?"

"They're 16," Claudia interjected, "Why do most 16 year olds break up? Just stuff."

"We're going to question him as well," Carlson replied, "But he isn't home at the moment. We have the whole department out looking for your daughter. They couldn't have gone far, no matter if it was voluntary or an abduction. I'll be in touch."



"I want more," Kristy called, stretching out on the cool dirt forest floor, "I want to run and eat."

"You will," Stavros agreed, nuzzling her neck, "Do you smell that? Someone is coming."

"Food."

"Not everything is food m y love, but we can make some exceptions tonight."

Stavros watched as she rose to all fours again as the humans approached. She's a natural he thought, the more blood she tastes tonight the easier this will be tomorrow. Crouching down beside her, he inhaled the scent on the humans. Human meat, the best kind. As they passed by the boulder, the two wolves pounced.


"What if we never see her again? ," Mary Anne whimpered the next morning, "What if what happened to those policemen happened to Kristy? They were torn up, just like Abby."

"She's fine," Claudia insisted, "She has to be."

"Guys? What if . . . What if she went voluntarily like Officer Carlson said? I know she and Bart broke up, but what if she was seeing someone else? Someone she didn't want us knowing about," Dawn asked, "Maybe she was never kidnaped to begin with."

"She was acting weird last night," Stacy conceded, "But . . . no. She wouldn't make everyone worry like this."

"She'll be fine," Claudia repeated, "I have to believe that. We all do."


Kristy cracked her eyes open in the dim room. Where am I, she thought, where am I? Sitting up slowly, she groaned, as her whole body ached. Pushing her hair off of her face she stared at the unfamiliar surroundings, as she tried to make sense of where she was. Everything looks different, she thought, brighter and more detailed. I can see everything, smell everything. Where am I?

"You're awake," Stavros commented from the doorway, "I was wondering when you would wake up."

"Stavros," she said raggedly, feeling oddly comfortable by his presence, "Where am I?"

"You're with me, my love. Now and forever. Nothing else matters. Don't you remember last night?"

"Last night," Kristy trailed off looking up at him, "Did I see you last night?"

"Remember," he whispered, pulling her to her feet, and walking her to the mirror, "Look at yourself my love, remember it."

Kristy stood in shock as she stared at her reflection. The changes that had seemed so small yesterday had magnified, so she hardly knew the stunning creature reflected back at her. Her hair had grown, and darkened into a chestnut brown. Deep, dark eyes, glowed with a wisdom and a passion that wasn't there before, and they were set in a face of ivory skin. Who is this, she wondered, because it isn't me.

"Remember," Stavros whispered again.

"I'm a werewolf," she said numbly, as she stared at her reflection, "You said that you made me into a werewolf."

"Yes you are. A magnificent one at that. I've been waiting for you my love."

"Last night," she said aloud, as the imaged invaded her mind, "Oh god, I'm going to be sick!"

Wrenching herself free of his arms, she gagged on the bile threatening to come up. Dry heaving, she collapsed onto the bed again. I killed that deer. I drank its blood! Oh god! I killed those men! How could I? I'm not a killer. I'm not some animal!

"Ssh, it's okay," Stavros insisted.

"It's not okay," Kristy insisted, "What did you do to me? You made me into some kind of beast!"

"You're not a beast. You're something wonderful and strong. You're immortal now my love, and the rest will come to you. It felt good, didn't it? You feel strong, much stronger then those humans."

Kristy couldn't help but nod, as she thought of the hunt last night and the thrill of it rushed through her again, "I did, but I want to go home."

"Your home is with me now," Stavros countered, "And our kind. Not with these humans."

"Humans are food," Kristy said numbly, as she rose to her feet and her mind began to blur, "What's happening?"

"You're remembering who you are," Stavros replied with a slow smile, "Who you always were."

"Stavros," she whispered, walking slowly up to him, "I know you."

She wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him.


To be continued.