Van Helsing stared at the girl who lay on the bed. She was dressed in a simple, black skirt and worea forest green sweater. Her hair was a dark brown and wildly strung at all angles.Her body seemed firm and nimble as thoughshe had been running all her life. But her eyes held a passionate fire he had never seen before. If the girl wasn't human he would have believed her to be some sort of monster.

" Who areyou?" he demanded still keeping the gun trained on her.

"Who are you?" he demand again. Again she refused to answer. Harshly he dragged her of the bed and pushed her against a wall.

" Who are you?" he demanded even more dangerously.

It was then that a single chain broke from her neck and fell to the floor.A sudden change came over the girl. She began to fight against his hold, as though her very life depended onit. Silently she struggled to keep his attention on her, tono avail. Van Helsing held her still and placed his hand near the string, seeing that it was actually annecklace baring a strange amulate. As he grew closer his handpaused, seconds from touching it.

A sudden chill ran through his body. He felt the rage of a caged wolf withinhim. The same rage he had felt while under the curse. Unable to control himself he threw the girlto the floor beside the amulet. In a quick effortless motion she grabbed the chain and whispered something in a foreign language.The rage subsided and VanHelsing, weakened by the sudden loss, could only stare at the girl.Looking back at him she carefully tied the necklace and amulet around her neck. For the first timehe saw theface of a wolf within it.

Catching the girl's ponderous stare he demanded again softly, "Who are you?"

" My nameis,Sebra," replied the girl,"And you are onetouchedby the curse."