Part 4.


Kristy tightened her arms around him, and kissed him deeply. Memories flooded into her mind, and the images danced as held her beloved.

"Stavros," she murmured again, as she came up for air, "It took you so long to find me. I've been waiting for you forever."

He looked into her eyes before replying, "I've been looking for you too, for centuries. I knew your soul would be reborn, and it was in this girl."

"I missed you," Kristy whispered, "Trapped as a human for 16 years. I want to run, hunt and live again."

"Elka," he whispered, kissing her, "It's really you."

She shook her head, "I'm still her too Stavros. This Kristy Thomas is a part of me. Her memories and feelings are still here. She wants to go home, she doesn't know she can't. I want her gone."

"Oh Elka, she will be," Stavros insisted, "You're stronger then she is. She's already disappearing. All of that humanity will soon be a memory, after all she's had her first taste of human blood, and took to it pretty quickly. Welcome home my love."

"It's good to be home," she replied, pushing Kristy to the back of her mind, "I'll never leave you again."

Help, Kristy screamed, from the deepest parts of her mind. What's happening? I can't breathe in here. I can't speak. I'm so sleepy, what's happening to me now?


"I didn't do anything," Bart Taylor insisted, "I would never hurt Kristy! I love her!"

"Where were you last night between the hours of six and eight pm?," Carlson asked.

"I went for a drive!"

"Did anyone see you?"

"No I needed to clear my head, and I wanted to be alone. I love Kristy, and I wanted to get back together with her. I would never have done anything to her. You have to believe me."

"We'll be in touch Mr. Taylor. You're free to go now."


"I'm hungry," Elka drawled, sprawling out on the bed, "I want to eat again Stavros."

"Tonight," he promised, smoothing back her dark hair, "We'll rid you of that humanity as we do it too. It's a pity somewhat, she seemed like a nice human too. She would have made a fine werewolf on her own."

"A pity," Elka agreed, wrapping the silk robe around her body, "She's fighting my Stavros. I can feel her in my thoughts, trying to break free. I want her gone."

"Let me out!," Kristy screamed in her mind, "Why are you doing this to me! I never did anything to you!"

"Shut up," Stavros snapped, as Kristy's words played out in his mind and he watched his beloved winced, "You're disappearing little girl. Don't fight it because that just makes it worse. Go quietly, and we'll leave your family and friends alone."

"Don't hurt them!"

"Get out of my head," Elka growled, "You don't exist anymore! You never did!"

"I won't let you do this to me! Or to anyone else! Why me? Out of everyone else in the world, why me?"

"Simple," Stavros replied, "Elka, my love, was killed centuries ago in a battle between humans and werewolves. I was waiting for her to be reborn, her soul to be returned to me, and it was. She was in you, and I knew that as soon as I saw you Kristy. I changed you, and she came back to me. The bad part, at least for you, is that you have to go now. Your essence will disappear soon."

"No! I won't let you!"

"It's too late," Elka replied, wrapping her arms around Stavros, "You're fading, getting weaker. Don't fight it dear. You can't beat me."


"Where do you think she is tonight?," Dawn asked, looking out the window, "Mary Anne? Do you think that Stacy is right, and maybe she left on her own?"

Mary Anne shook her head, "No. I almost wished I believed that because the idea of some lunatic hurting her is so much worth."

Dawn nodded slowly, "I know. I want to believe that she's okay too."

"Do you think she left on her own?"

Dawn paused, "I don't know what I believe anymore. It hurts though, either way."

Mary Anne nodded, as she went into the bathroom, "I know."

Leaning up against the sink, she tried to control her tears. Oh Kristy, where are you? Please be safe, where ever you are. I'm so worried.

"Mary Anne."

"Who is there?," Mary Anne asked, hearing her name.

"I'm outside. I need you. Please help me. I'm hurt."

"Kristy?," Mary Anne whispered, "Is that you?"

"Help me Mary Anne. He's hurting me."

Moving like she was in a trance, she walked out the back door. Moving quietly through the darkness, her eyes turned up to the velvet sky. What am I doing out here, she thought, there is a killer on the lose.

"Mary Anne."

"Whose there?"

"Me."

Mary Anne screamed, as the wolf sprung out and knocked her to the ground with its weight alone.

"No," Kristy screamed, as she tried to gain control of her body. I can't let them kill Mary Anne! I can't, "No! Stop!"

Elka swatted Kristy's protests away, as her claws ripped into Mary Anne's tender flesh. It's been so long since I've done this, she thought, as she ripped out her throat.



To be continued.