"Well, it may explain a few things."

"Like???"

"The fact you are friends with a werewolf, I'd prefer my son to not be friends with a murderous killer."

"Tommy isn't a murderer! He's a good werewolf, anyway we aren't just friends."

Vlad eyes widened, "Oh great you're going out with werewolf just typical."

He turned back to the woods and started to walk, then the door of the house opened and a sleepy Tommy appeared.

"Merton it's like midnight why you....." His eyes focus and he ran towards Merton. "You okay? Doid he hurt you??? If he did?"

Merton shook his head and looked back at his father.

"Listen, Tommy." Vlad pat his name out like it was a swear word, "Merton is my son and if I am going to get to know him I should start by apologising." He held out his hand, "I did not know there were good werewolves."

Tommy smiled and stepped forward shaking his hand.

"It may be okay after all,"Thought Merton. But that's when he saw it, the silver gun hidden in his cloak glinting in the light.

"Tommy watch out!" He shouted, Tommy spun round and Vlad drew his gun. Within a moment he was wolfed out and he was wrestling Vlad to the floor. The gun spun away landing by Merton's feet as he watched unsure of who to root for. Vlad was his father, he hadn't been it but he was, but Tommy was his life.

"Merton, the gun...... shoot him!" Shouted Tommy still fighting with Vlad. Merton ooked at it then picked it up, the metal was cool and slippery against his skin.

"Tommy! I can't.... I just can't."

Tommy didn't hear to busy countering the blows that were becoming increasingly diffcult t block. He step back, but tripped on a root and fell. Vlad landed on top of him and pulled out another long sword.

"Merton! Do something!" He could already feel his powers slipping because of the metal and couldn't shrug him off. "Merton!"

Merton cradled it in his hands and stared at the scene before him. His dad was going to kill Tommy, if he shot he'd save him but shooting his dad? Ws he actually thinking about this? He knew he had a dark side, even Tomym knew it. Werewolf Merton was not funny, he was evil and bad. He sighed knowing what he had to do, yet fearing it at the same time. If he did this, there would be no going back. His dark side would win but doing it would save a life. Even if it destroyed his own, he raised the gun, aimed and fired.

The bullet shot through the air straight into Vlads chest. He looked at it, to Merton then fell back off Tommy the sword resting across his chest.

"Merton?"

"Tommy, I can't do this anymore. I can't fight the supernatural I can't! How many times has this caused you strife huh? Hardly ever, yet it awlasy hurts me! Vampire, being fattened up! Killing my Father."

He walked over to Tommy who was slowly de-wolfing, he kissed him on the cheek then stepped back.

"I think I need sometime alone, Lori can help you fight things. I need time away from Medusas and evil creepy monsters. Goodbye Tommy." He said slowly, he turned the walked back into the hosue and shut the door to his lair. Tommy still stood tranfixed as he saw the back of Merton's head moving around the lair.

"Bye, Merton."

Ooh I'm being so mean to these too. Don't worry more on the way, not sure what the next thing that happens will be but it should be a nice non-supernatural thing. Romantic slush coming up.