Frankenstein Meets The Wolf-Man: The Untold Fear

The full moon was bright in the sky.

Inside the Talbot Family crypt, the comatose body of Larry Talbot, changed form into a taller, shaggy being. As Larry Talbot was changing he slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were now those of glaring wolf pupils! Sharp fangs grew from his upper lip! Long, dark brown shaggy hair emerged from his face, neck, and hands! His finger nails became longer and sharper!

The ageing gray haired grave robber screamed in fear as the shaggy wolf hand held on tight to his arm and the werewolf form of Larry Talbot slowly rose up from the coffin and glared in an evil kind of way at the helpless grave robber. The werewolf bared his very sharp fangs as he leapt up from the coffin and upon the frightened and screaming grave robber. The terrified sixty something year old man fell backwards on the cold, hard floor as the awakened werewolf sunk his sharp fangs into the man's throat. The man screamed and tried desperately to push the werewolf off of him, as blood streamed from his torn apart throat. In seconds the man was dead. The tall werewolf in his light brown, long sleeved buttoned up shirt and brown pants stood up from the bloody and torn dead body and let out a loud growl. His feet were long, shaggy and wolf like in appearance with sharp toe nails. Blood and flesh poured out of the werewolf's open mouth! His sharp fangs glistened in the dim light!

The Wolf-Man then bent down and proceeded to sink his fangs deeper into the bloody throat while making loud, weird animal sounds.

The werewolf then leapt away from the body and leapt out of the opened entranceway of the Talbot family crypt.

The Wolf-Man ran away from the crypt and ran through the graveyard. He stopped at one point, raised himself up to his full height and howled at the full moon in the night sky with his arms and shaggy and sharp finger nailed hands raised outwards.

At that moment, the second grave robber returned to the area along with three male police officers wearing the traditional, european dark blue police outfits. All the men were carrying rifles. The grave robber pointed to the figure and looked around himself at his police officer companions. "Dat mist be who attacked him!" shouted the terrified grave robber. All four of the men opened fire on the tall, howling werewolf who quickly fell over backwards, is body riddled with bloody bullet wounds. The Wolf-Man lay still on his back on the graves.

As the Wolf-Man lay there his bloody bullet wounds miraculously healed at once! The blood stopped flowing.

The four men ran up to the still Wolf-Man who quickly leapt high upwards and landed ontop of all the men, slashing all four of the men's throats with his clawed hands, just as two of the police men shot the Wolf-Man in the knees.

All four men fell on their stomachs dead. Blood poured out of their throat wounds and heavily stained the grass.

The Wolf-Man ran through the late night town, waving his arms and growling loudly. He ran past all kinds of shops-the white walled barber shop, the local candy shop, the local toy shop with the image of the toy soldiers painted on the front walls.

A growling wild, black, large shaggy dog came walking towards the Wolf-Man and bared his fangs and growled loudly at the Wolf-Man as she walked out of an alley and glared at the shaggy stranger. The Wolf-Man looked through the window of a large, gray walled butcher shop. MOODY'S MEATS-read the title in big black letters across the front of the top of the butcher shop. The Wolf-Man growled and licked his lips as his wolf pupils glared with rage and hunger at the sight of all rows of pork chops and spare ribs and veal cuts and slices of roast beef. The black dog still growled in fear at the Wolf-Man.

Blood ran out of the Wolf-Man's mouth in thick streams as the werewolf leapt down upon the large black dog. The two beasts rolled all over the moonlit pavement together. Both beasts had their sharp claws and fangs dug into each other's bodies. The black dog finally gave in to fear and broke free and ran off down the night street. The Wolf-Man stood still on the late night town street and let out a loud, chilling howl at the full moon.

Elsewhere in the large gypsy camp deep in the woods, a short ways from the town, two gypsies stood still in fear outside the two, giant sized, brown and orange coloured gypsy caravans parked in the woods. Some brown and white and black horses were grouped together on their stomachs, fast asleep, a littleways from the caravans in the woods. The young lady gypsy wore a gray, short sleeved dress and several, blue beaded necklaces. She wore a pink headband and a blue belt and blue slippers. She had long white hair. The young man standing at the left side of her had short black hair and a beard. He wore a brown cap and a gray long sleeved yellow shirt and orange pants and boots. The couple stood outside one of the caravans. The other caravan was situated in the woods directly behind that one. The loud sounds of snoring could be heard from the caravans. The werewolf howl reverberated and echoed loudly. The two gypsies shook with fear and terror. The young woman wrapped her arms around the man's neck. "A werewolf prowls yet again," shuddered the frightened young woman. The gypsy man also shook with fear. "Be no surprise," the young man explained in fear," being that werewolf stories have been around that Talbot Estate for decades. There was a story fifty years ago, about that one Talbot-trying to make it as an actor-finding himself cursed by lycanthropy. As well as his dad." The werewolf howls echoed across the land. The young gypsy couple shook with fear. "At least it hasn't woken up anybody else," stammered the young white haired woman, as he whole body shook. Cold sweat ran down her face as she looked straight ahead.

At that point, the elderly gypsy woman Maleva stepped out of the caravan wearing a long, flowing orange bathrobe and a brown headband over her gray hair. She walked up to the frightened young gypsy couple and looked out. All three of them shook as the loud, weird werewolf howls echoed across the countryside. "Hmmmmm. It seems a werewolf yet walks the land," surmised Maleva as studious and curious expression formed on her wrinkled complexion. She looked out across the dark forest, "mabey Talbot wasn't killed after all. Hmmmmmmmmm."

Maleva turned and walked slowly back into the gypsy caravan.

She sat down on the edge of the brown sheeted bed in the dark caravan. The interior of the dim gypsy caravan. There a small, dark red book shelf pushed up against the wall in the caravan. The bookshelf was packed full of occult texts of all kinds. Maleva picked up the flashlight off her bed and switched on the device. She aimed the beam at the bookshelf and looked over all the book titles. LEGENDS OF THE WEREWOLF, WEREWOLVES: FACT OR MYTH, BARON RUSOFF: A WEREWOLF? WITCHCRAFT CEREMONIES, THE BELL WITCH, THE LUGOSI FAMILY BIBLE...

Maleva smiled as she looked at the title of the dark blue binder of the family bible. She got off the bed and walked to the bookshelf and removed the volume. She held the flashlight in one hand and paged through the old, book wormed holes of the family book. She read a few lines. Bela the gypsy is said to now to be under the curse of the werewolf. Several unexplained murders have been attributed to him, but authorities have yet to find any evidence linking Bela to the crime. During one occasion ten canadian tourists were found torn apart and half eaten, near the gypsy encampment where Bela had been living at the time. The gypsy family branch of Lugosi is one of the oldest. According to legend, the gypsy line is descended from the Dracula line going back to Trans...Maleva slammed shut the book. The werewolf howls echoed loudly from outside. Maleva shoved the family bible back in the book shelf. "If it is Talbot no doubt he'll come looking for my help, "Maleva thought to herself as she waved the flashlight beam over all the occult titles in her bookshelf. The titles, printed in black and blue and orange on black and brown book spines went on and on. POLTERGEISTS, DEMONIC POSSESION, THE SPELLS OF MERLIN, IMIRI WOLFSTEIN, THE RAPE BABY WHO BECAME A WEREWOLF, BARNABY COLLINS: HIS TRAGIC CURSE, TAROT CARD ORIGINS, HAUNTED HOUSES IN THE UNITED STATES, SECRETS FROM THE FAR EAST, FRANKENSTEIN. Maleva was interrupted from her deep thoughts by the sounds of more of the chilling werewolf howls. Maleva's mind went back when she looked on the title Frankenstein. She sat down on the bed and thought back to a conversation she'd had with a minister when she was in her twenties..."Are you sure you want to park the gypsy camp here Maleva?" "Why not?" Maleva asked him, "what's wrong with this place? My husband and I are looking for a place to settle down. Call home. That's why we called you here to bless the site..." "This town is nearby the estate of the Frankenstein family, "the minister told her in a cautious tone, " townspeople avoid any kind of property belonging to that family. The mad scientist Victor started it all when he created a monster." Maleva chuckled. "That's just a story, written by Mary Shelley, "insisted Maleva eyeing the short, gray haired, black coated wind blew her wavy black hair over her shoulders. The baby could be heard crying for milk from out of the caravan nearby. The wind blew against Maleva's red dress and brown beaded necklace. The minsiter trembled with fear as he told her about the Frankenstein legend. Maleva was interrupted from her thoughts again by the sounds of more werewolf howls from far off in the distance. "My husband and I have a baby boy and we want to settle down. Raise a family, "concluded the young Maleva. The minister shook his head. "The villagers avoid this area being it's near the Frankenstein Estate." Maleva remembered something else about her family. "That one nephew of mine, Ygor, who worked closely with one of the Frankensteins. I recall some of the weird stories he told," chuckled Maleva quietly as she shook her head. "Dem Frankensteins know everything about all dem life sciences," Ygor had told his aunt one night, his beard and long hair gleaming in the afternoon sunlight outside the gypsy caravan,"everything dat lady author-Shelley wrote about in the novel is all facts. The latest bloke-Wolf Frankenstein-he's been studying all the medical texts written about in that one medical book done by that other Victor Frankenstein fifty some years ago." "Didn't some poor bloke named Van Helder get put away for following information from that book?" Maleva asked. Maleva heard another werewolf howl far off in the distance. She shone her flashlight over to the other side of her bed, at the pile of books on the floor. Non occult books. Brown and black and red hard covered books on gypsys folklore and a movie poster from the comedy film Buck Privates, with black and white images of Abbott and Costello on the poster. "That fiend once pulled out the arm of a police officer, "Ygor told his aunty, "and that policeman has a doctor brother who's hoping to get revenge on the monster for the attack! I overheard him say to himself how he hopes to harm the monster by surgical operation somehow, in revenge for the monster mutilating his brother years ago..." Ygor waved his arms all around. His eyes became wild with fear and excitement as he told his aunt the details. Maleva folded her arms over brown and black coloured dress and smiled...Maleva was jostled from her deep thoughts by the echoes of another werewolf howl. "Mabey there's a man who can offer salvation to Talbot, assuming this wolf is indeed Talbot again," Maleva thought to herself worriedly, "Ygor told me all about a family member called Henry Frankenstein who carried on his great uncle's Victor's research." The werewolf howls shouted out from off in the distance. "Could be Talbot," thought Maleva, "I'd heard plenty of werewolves thought dead at first, coming back again after sometime."

Back in the town the Wolf-Man was running as fast he could from a small group of dark blue coated police officers firing off rifles and handguns at beast. The Wolf-Man ran past all the town shops yet again and out of the town and into the woods surrounding the town.

The Wolf-Man ran through the dark woods.

He came upon a young deer bent over, drinking from a pond in the woods. The Wolf-Man wasted no time in leaping upon the deer and sinking his fangs into the screaming animal's throat. Blood spilled out everywhere all over the werewolf and the deer.

The Wolf-Man ran through the woods all night long, untill he came upon another town. The moon had gone away. It was very early morning. The Wolf-Man walked slowly and tiredly down the pavement of the cobbled town street past a row of large brown and gray houses lining a street on the town. The werewolf collapsed on the street. His brown shaggy hair disappeared back into his skin. His wolf face slowly changed to becoming human. His skin became white again. A serious head wound appeared all around the top of his head. Larry Talbot lay there unconscious.

Dr. Mannering sat his desk in his office mulling over the bizarre facts of his new patient. "A werewolf indeed," thought Dr. Mannering as he looked down at the brown desk table, "that name, Talbot rings a bell. My twin brother worked as a grounds keeper at the Talbot Castle. I remember now. He was getting married to that one Gwen Conliffe. He kept gibbering to me all that crap about a guy turning into a werewolf. I wondered if mabey I should commit my own brother." Dr. Mannering shook his head and smiled. "Werewolves indeed," he thought to himself. he folded his hands on the desktop. The desktop was piled high with all kinds of medical books and manilla folders. His dark business suit and black suit were damp from the rain outside. "Gwen Conliffe," he thought," hmmmmmmmmm. That name rings another bell. I remember hearing from some villagers that she was related to the Frankenstein family." Dr. Mannering leaned back in his chair. "And that one cop who investigated the werewolf killings at Talbot Castle, as I recall reading in the papers, he also once went undercover investigating the Frankenstein family." Dr. Mannering thought long and hard. "This case is getting more interesting by the minute! I better call Demi and tell her and the kids I'll be late coming home," thought Dr. Mannering as he picked up the phone on his desk, "this is going to be one fascinating case indeed!"

Deep in the ice cave, the Frankenstein monster lay under the ice, on his back, in a deep coma. His face gradually changed shape to resemble more that of the man who's brain he now had-Ygor's.

Sometime later, after he'd been thawed out, the Frankenstein monster walking unsteadily about the ice cavern slowly gaining mobility in his arms and legs and joints. His dark brown jacket and pants and heavy dark brown built up shoes were covered in ice and slush. Larry Talbot stood behind the monster, as the monster walked around with his arms outstretched making loud animal grunts. The monster had just told him something about the weird sciences of the Frankenstein family and Larry was interested in hearing more. Larry took a few more steps towards the monster. A fascinated expression coming over his face. "I think I read the novel once when I was a teenager, "Larry muttered, " I never knew there was any truth to the story." The monster grunted more animal grunts and looked about himself. "I no understand you," huffed the monster as he walked about the ice cave as if in a trance, "but I know Baron Frankenstein, the one be known as Henry Frankenstein, made me from the dead. The Frankenstein family be involved in such work beginning with young Victor. He and his first creation be lost in the frozen wastelands somewhere's." The monster made some weird chuckles. Larry watched the monster walk about. "Then my chance lies in finding Henry Frankenstein," Larry said, "perhaps he has the knowledge to end the werewolf curse."

Much later, as the monster wandered about the ruins of the Frankenstein laboratory he had a brief fleeting fantasy of a tall young woman with dead white skin, stiches and scars on her neck, her long black and white coloured hair streaking upwards, her long, white flowing dress...the monster envisioned her blowing him a kiss. Then, in his fantasy, the woman faded away. The monster didn't know where this fantasy came from but he shed a tear...