Epilogue
That was it. One night, one moment in my life, probably only seconds long and then done. Since then; no dreams, no changing, no inexplicable instincts taking over. It might as well have been a dream...
Don't get me wrong. I know it wasn't. I'm not naïve. The proof's like a slap in the face.
Sometimes – I can still taste the blood. Lucky for humanity, I hate the taste even more than the smell.
It's been weeks now, and the story of the Ghost Man is nothing but a clipped article in a scrapbook (or pinned to a wall). He really is a ghost now, probably burning in hell.
Yes, I believe in hell. I survived a piece of it.
I can't tell you what it was, what it was all about. A test, maybe? Did I pass, did I fail? Candace lived and the Ghost man died. I saved two lives.
But the blood, and the screams ending because the guy was choking on that blood... Not a fun thing to recall... They flash into my head, and slink into my dreams. The Ghost Man needed to be stopped – but like that? I'm not a violent man. I don't want to be like them
Them. Is this what they had wanted? The violence? The blood? Maybe I should have kept fighting the change, let the agony of it kill me...
But I had saved her life. Not the woman I had wanted to save, but a woman who still needed saving. That counts for something. It means something. And sometimes, when the images overwhelm me and the blood-taste fills my mouth, I see her face.
No, not Candace. I saw another face that night. It returns to me sometimes, and she is smiling. In my dreams, she tells me that everything will be all right.
I miss her.
It's a redundant statement, but I'll say it anyways.
I miss her.
If only... but not soon enough.
NSNSNS
My secret scares me. Its implications, its possibilities. I don't trust it. I don't trust myself.
So what do I do?
It's a dirty secret. So maybe I'll keep it for a little longer, or for as long as I can. Maybe one day I'll tell Perri – when she's more ready.
When I'm more ready.
When I understand.
As for now, I'll keep it to myself. Search for answers as I always do. Stay up into the night and dig away – nocturnal creature that I am.
True to the form.
My dirty little secret.
It sounds wrong.
But it really isn't.
The End
A/N: That's all folks! Hope you enjoyed it. I actually, really, truly, loved writing this story. I have been wanting to turn someone into a were-wolf for quite some time now. Then Night Stalker comes along and gives me the means. This story was inspired by the first episode, toward the end where we see that Kolchak also has the mark. It got me thinking 'hey, maybe he's a were-wolf!' So I toyed with the idea a bit and came up with this story.
I'm contemplating a sequel. What do you (the readers) think? A sequel or left as it is? I have a basic idea of what I might do, but I probably wouldn't get to it for a while. Please let me know if the sequel idea sounds cool.
TTFN -Ta-Ta for Now!