Chapter 18:

-An unexpected Phone call-

"Hello?"

No answers, then, easy moans set in.

"Hello? Who is there?"

"Kath?" a voice asked.

"Who are you?"

"Don't you know me anymore? It's me, Michael."

"Michael? Michael! How are you? I thought you are dead."

"I'm sorry, that I didn't answer all these years but it was necessary."

"Why do you call me now then?"

"Because I don't know what will happen and because I don't know whether I ever see you again."

"What happened? You sound so... different."

"Nothing what should you worry about. How is Alex?"

"He is well, until we had to take him from the public school."

"What occurred?"

"He threw one of the high school students through the half schoolyard. Unconsciously, you know. But to concern more about are his dreams. They resemble yours. Not so heftily however fragmentary. We have it so far done, that he thinks they are simple nightmares. But I fear, it doesn't last long until he finds out who his father is. Michael, I need you."

"I can't yet. I'm not very well. I don't feel much different since I have left you, on the contrary I feel nearly better if I give in myself to this what I am."

"Michael? Tell me what had happened? Don't beat about the bush, you know that I don't like this and scares me."

"I found help of a Native American what first went quite wrong. But we intend to do something what will change me and is also dangerous. And tonight, I was attacked by a horde of Lycans. Not a harmless kind. Those were considerably more powerful than the usual ones. No idea what gives them the strength."

"Ah God, tell me that nothing happened to you?"

„Only a hole through my chest and a few scratches which had healed again."

"You think this is funny. I am worried that much all the years about you and you're joking. Do you think it's funny being torn in pieces, eh? I'm not. One day, you will no more make jokes about it that simple."

"Hey, you know exactly that this doesn't kill me, not at least now. You properly right, I should watch out before such attacks. It cost me energy and more badly it drives me to the fury."

"Somebody should take care about you, little brother."

"I have to end. For Alex's part... you can handle this however it is worrying. Do what you think it's necessary…I will call back as fast as possible if it's somewhat safer. Bye."

"But..." he hung up. Incredulous she saw to Zed. Was it really Michael? He sounded changed, not the Michael she had known.

"Was it Michael?"

She nodded, however it looked like she had seen a ghost, not aware that she had talked to Michael.

"What the devil did he say? Is something wrong? Tell me."

"He intends anything... anything stupid."

"Damn! This fellow is incomprehensible. What is it this time? Does he want to bleed dry Canada or what? Fuck!"

"He said that he had found help and that... that he will change."

"What should this mean again? Is he raving mad now?"

"It sounded, as it should turn towards the good, if this intention succeeds, however, it seems to be a big risk behind it."

"Did he say at least what all is about?"

"No. he also said that he was attacked by a group Lycans."

"Who cares? He puts this easy away."

"Would be great, if he'd seen that this way. They had caught him quite well, however, he's... physically well."

"It would be a miracle if he wouldn't be O.K. once. Did he say anything else?"

"No, he was closed, as usual. He thought it's a good idea keeping Alex away from the public. He simply hung up." she fell Zed around the neck and the tears came for her. He pressed her head cautiously at his breast and stroked her through the hair.

"It probably affected him quite hard and to leave you and Alex behind was definitely not easy for him. That is simply his type to keep somebody out of it. He is a tough nut to crack."

"He is unfeeling... cold. A miracle he still remembers my name."

"Hey, leave him. He seems to be certain what he intends to do; he knows what he's able to and how far he can go."

"I hope you're right. Ehm... I will have a look after Alex. It's nice to have you with me, Zed."

"No problem, I promised it."

She smiled and she went into the kitchen, to have a look how Alex was and he seemed to be hard-working. Kathleen passed to the teacher an envelope with the weekly salary in it and asked him to leave somewhat earlier today. Alex remained sitting a while in front of his work and finished them quickly then he went to the refrigerator and got out the orange juice and filled one glass, then, he sat down again at the table and sipped the juice. Kathleen stepped beside him and stroked him through the hair. She was silent for a short moment and only looked at him. He reminded her very much of Michael. The same innocence…the same danger. Why does this all happen to her family? Alex gazes met her concerned look.

"What is it aunt? You don't look happy."

"It's nothing."

"I heard something. I've heard you talking. Who is Michael?"

The breath stopped as well her heart's beats seemed left out. She swallowed the lump in her throat down and opened the mouth to say something without knowing what she should answer. She couldn't tell him the truth anyway.

"He is a friend."

"But it sounded as if he is close to you."

"He is only a friend."

"O.K."

As Alex was ready, he put away his stuff and went back in his bedroom. He picked a book and lay on is bed. He was deepened quickly. For a long time he was interested in the world of crimes and when he is growing up, he wants to go to the CIA. He wanted to help the people.