Chapter 11 - Bad Moon Rising

That went as well as could be expected thought Henry picked himself off the floor of the nightclub wrapping himself in what was left of his dignity brushing off his clothes. The red head was gone by this stage which was a relief and he didn't want another female near him at that moment. Maybe he would just stick to the guys for a while until this whole thing had blown over. Even that was going to prove difficult as every time he fed he needed to make sure the people went straight home and showered to try to remove as much of his scent off them. Or maybe he should just hit the mens locker rooms at the local gym for his next meal? He could also have asked Celluci to hand over his stash of Old Spice to throw off the Weres. Maybe not, even a vampire had his standards.

Henry had one last thing to do before leaving the nightclub and went in search of the red head who was consoling herself in the arms of another man already. Henry vamped the man and woman together ignoring her whimpering pleas.

"Leave, go home and shower both of you, together if you find each other attractive"

Henry smiled at this after thought but seeing as he wasn't about to have any 'happy endings' tonight it was nice to think someone would. The music thumped in the background but few people was dancing or making out, most just staring in his direction which he took as his cue to leave.

His plan had worked! Even with the pain and humiliation he had a measure of peace knowing that Vicki was safe at Mikes place until these creatures were hunted down and killed.

Henry walked slowly to his car in the dark lost in thought when a prickling sensation traveled down the back of his neck. He had just raised his head and scented the air around him when a blur from his right struck his shoulder ploughing him into the gravel of the parking lot, teeth snapping at his throat. Using his superior reflexes Henry deflected the inch long teeth and flung the werewolf over his shoulder coming into a crouched fighting stance.

Three sets of glowing eyes met his in the darkness and a growlling so low and menacing that the air vibrated around him. The main wolf was a male, large and grey was trying to attract his attention while the two smaller one's circled behind him closing in for an attack. The grey were scented Henry's dried blood from Vicki's punch, eyes rolled into the back of its head as if drugged.

Henry for once wished he carried a weapon. Killing three of these creatures was not beyond him but it would be bloody and he couldn't hope to come out of it unscathed. Keeping his eye on the large grey male he sensed rather than saw a brown blur from one of the smaller females to his right. Henrys hand wrapped around the neck of the smaller wolf just as its teeth tore skin and flesh from his shoulder, the pain bringing him to his knees before he snapped its neck and flung it to one side.

Slowly Henry raised himself off the ground wondering why the other two had not attacked during that perfect opportunity when he saw a shadow emerging from behind a car pointing a glock 17 towards the large grey Were. The grey spun around but not before being hit in the shoulder making it howl in pain and frustration before bounding off into the night with the smaller black female behind it. Henry fell to the ground again clutching his shoulder and assessing the damage of both the attack and what Agent Bruce Foster might have seen saving his ass.

"Need a hand" asked Bruce looking down at Henry disheveled clutching his shoulder on the gravel.

"You - did - not - see - anything - of - the - attack" said Henry vamping the agent there on the spot.

"Not going to work this time kiddo" replied Bruce straightening up and watching Henry carefully with his gun pointing in his direction. "Henry we need to talk" Bruce scanned across the car park to Henrys vehicle and turned his head back to Henry. "I wouldn't even think of trying to kill me as they, the CIA, know I'm here with you and that you are a potential suspect. If I was to turn up missing or dead you'll be hauled off to some remote country never to see the light of day, is that clear" he replied raising the gun to Henry's head.

"Perfectly, replied Henry pushing himself off the ground for the second time in one night.

"I'm afraid your car is out of action so lets just take mine back to my hotel room for a little chat"

Henry turned his head and growled again looking at the damage one Vicki Fitzroy had inflicted upon his pride and joy. Bloody hell he thought to himself, Weres, a pissed off wife and now the CIA on his tail, he might as well just stake himself and be done with it.