"God help us," Carl muttered, dressing quickly in his robes.
He fled from his room, down the dark, winding corridors, and to his lab. He kicked the door open and ran in, thinking quickly. He needed weapons, he needed stakes, he needed Wolve12.
Wolve12 was the formula Carl had been working on ever since his return from their first journey to Transylvania. Stored in a long, slender glass syringe with a retractable silver point under Carl's desk, the thick clear liquid was a carefully balanced mix of werewolf venom and vampire blood, one which Carl assumed had the power to transform a man into a werewolf instantly, with or without a full moon, then transform them back to a human after so long. As it had never been tested, Carl wasn't sure how long the user would stay a werewolf, or if it would even work at all.
He grabbed the syringe, as well as several stakes, a pair of pistols and a crossbow. Muttering a mixed up string of prayers and curses under his breath, he set off for the stables.
I apologise for the extreme shortness of this chapter, but it needed to be posted like this. More coming soon!