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CHAPTER 3: BACK ON THE ROAD

Tragedy went to her house and gathered her things together. She changed back into her old black leather trenchcoat and suit. Grabbing her weapons, she left and the house was as empty as it had always been. Now she could return to her private life, she could protect people once more, save lives. A distant cry of a werewolf,' Well, it feels almost good to be at it again,' she pondered this happily. Her first night out after her ordeal with the undertaker would assure her of her worth. She followed the sound for what seemed like miles.

Crouching and running swiftly and silently, she loaded her gun with silver bullets. She heard the wolf's steps getting closer. Cocking her gun, she took aim and as she shot, the wolf jumped. She had missed him! Now he was getting the idea in his head to kill her. She laughed softly to herself as he tried to step silently, the attempted stalking soon failed however as she turned and shot him directly through the heart. He then began changing inot what he once was, she looked on curiously. All of the wolves had usually been hideously ugly as both were wolves and humans, this one was somehow different, as he changed he looked directly at her. Something was strange about this one, she just couldn't place it.

"Tragedy?" it was an elderly man.

"How do you know me? Who are you?" she knelt down.

"Here, he wanted you have this," the man held out a small ring on a chain,"it may help you. Go to the heart of Transylvainnia to obtain what you seek," with this said, the man fell back, dead.

Tragedy made the sign of the cross and cursed herself as she looked at his body and then the strange ring on the chain. It was the insignia of a wolf, trimmed in rusted silver and made of tarnished gold.

'I wonder. . .wait, didn't I just come from the heart of Transylvainia? I just escaped the clutches of a man there, he's sure to see me if I go back! If I am to learn of my past, howver, then I must,' she sighed and started toward a nearby clearing. Whistling for her old friend, Darkness, she gathered up the old man's body," I may need you," she told the corpse. A tall, midnight ebony horse galloped into the clearing, whinnying happily at the sight of his old master. Darkness had at the sight of old master. Darkness had hooves of ivory, and a coat as dark as the midnight sky with no stars or moon.

She rode off into the darkness at a full gallop, filled with wonders and worries.

SORRY SO SHORT!

For all of you who have given me constructive critisism Tragedy thanks thee. . .