-Chapter 2-

The werewolf sat in the back of the truck, frustrated. First day back in the real world and already he'd gotten captured again. By yet another secret organization, he thought moodily. From the glimpse of the truck he'd gotten before being dumped so unceremoniously in, it was almost a big rig. He was put in a trailer attached to the truck, securely closed. He tried to slam through the steel, but a bunch of seals prevented him from breaking out. Not to mention an escort that consisted of a bunch of armed men and a couple of vampires. The men he could kill with ease, but the vampires were a different story.

The one girl had been enough, but her sire as well? At least, I think that's her sire……….Why else would she call him master? He called her Seras. That's beautiful name. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Her powers aren't yet mature, yet she displays incredible potential. And her master? I can feel power emanating from him. But he seems to be holding it back. Both of them at their potential would be……………..devastating………..

He looked down at himself. Still in his werewolf form, he couldn't speak, as canine vocal cords are unsuited for speaking human's tongue. His normally extraordinary senses were sent to dizzying heights. He could feel the unease seeping from the driver's seats, though he couldn't see them. He took some small pleasure in spooking them whenever he howled or thrashed around.

His senses hadn't been that sharp before, not when he had been a normal werewolf…………………

He could feel the emotions seeping from the vampires guarding the truck. They were complicated, difficult to decipher. From Seras……… mixed reactions. Duty for one, the woman called Integra was obviously her superior, same with the vampire Alucard. He could still taste mild anger at his rather animalistic first impression, but there was a feeling of curiosity despite herself. Heh, feels like she's interested in me a little bit. He sensed arrogance too, but that was probably rubbing off…………..

…………..From Alucard. He was watchful, alert, even more so then Seras. He felt protectiveness for Seras from Alucard, as well as curiosity towards HIM. It wasn't like her's, though. More like anticipation, like a cruel child thinking of how to torture his pets, but also like an expert eagerly sizing up the competion and hoping for a challenge.

From Integra, she was deep in thought, a brilliant mind at work. Like a chess player planning their next move, or generals deciding what course of action to take. He knew what she was thinking about: what to do with her new specimen. He could piece together what she viewed him as. A lab animal. How flattering, another secret organization is going to cut me open and poke and prod around and stick sharp things in uncomfortable places………..

He knew he was losing himself again, losing himself to another fit of animalistic fury. He let himself go for a while, beating his frustration out on the trailer.

Alucard heard crashing from the trailer. "He's at it again," he muttered.

"Again? I thought he beat it all out," Seras said, "good thing Integra thought of that seal."

"Indeed. Tell me, Seras, what do you think of our little pet down there?" Alucard asked his fledgeling. Seras looked up at him.

"He seems really mad now, but not quite about getting captured. Like something else is bothering him."

Like werewolves, vampires also had supercharged senses, and ESP of sorts.

The thrashing lessened in intensity and speed. Alucard noticed, but said nothing.

"And? Anything else?" he prodded.

"Well…………"

The violence in the trailer below came to a complete halt.

"He's definitely very strong, and he can probably fend for himself, but he seems………..tired, like he's been through this before and wants it to stop. And when he looks at me, he seems………..at ease almost."

Beneath them, the werewolf was listening intently to their conversation. His senses took in every word, relishing the sound of her voice like he would never hear it again. Revelled in the complicated feelings that she was trying to put into words. He spent the rest of the trip indulging his senses in her confusion. If only he could just see her………..

Alucard could feel the werewolf's senses reaching out around him. It had spent most of the trip reaching around itself, grasping emotions and sifting through moods and surface thoughts. He had also noticed the werewolf placed particular attention on Seras. It was as if it had spent a long time in isolation or confinement. Seras had felt the attention given to her, too. It thrilled her and disgusted her at the same time, like………when Pip would hit on her…………

Even Integra and the rest of the humans could feel it's senses sweep through them. And quite frankly, it unsettled them. Having another creature of the night around like Alucard or Seras but with more inquisitiveness was quite uncomfortable, considering their previous experience with werewolves. Not to mention a 9 foot tall man-wolf looked scary enough on it's own.

They had arrived at the mansion, and the captive was frantically looking for an escape route. He figured it would be best to just make a run for it when they opened the door. He heard movement at the lock heard the lock opening and the priming of firearm's mechanisms. He turned as the doors swung open.

The werewolf came shooting out, scattering Wild Geese mercenaries like ninepins. He could feel the wind again, whistling through his ears. He almost made it.

Almost there……….. he turned and looked back. Alucard was aiming at him with a large white magnum. The gun kicked twice, coughing two rounds toward him. Both bit into his thighs, not doing lasting damage but sending him toppling to the ground. He got up as the wounds slowly began to heal.

Dammit, silver bullets, the fugitive thought. And their in fused with mercury and blessed, too.

He also saw Seras hovering above him, her left arm once again becoming shadows and trapping him in a supernatural cage. He howled with lament. Right now, he wanted nothing more to gut his captors, to see them scream, to see wounds spill open and not close up…………………

Seras winced at the killing intent she felt washing from her captive. The Jackal's bullets had merely slowed him down, and without the Casull to effectively back up her Harkonnen, they were lagging behind in ranged support. She flew back to the ensemble. Everyone looked up as Seras returned.

"My my, a little spirited, aren't you?" Integra remarked casually. The werewolf snapped at her.

"Come, I prepared a special enclosure for our new 'exhibit.'"

The werewolf snarled; she was purposely treating him like an animal, and he knew it.

They entered the mansion, which was quite elegant, but they didn't give him a tour. Instead, they went down. It'll be impossible to escape from this, he realized with dismay. Anger gave way to depression, and Seras felt the resistance slacken, now becoming mere dead weight.

Three more years of probing, poking, and experimenting, oh joy, he thought. They continued down till they came to a door that said: SPECIMEN ROOM, SUBJECT ENTRANCE.

The "special enclosure" was little more than a stark white room that had a water dish and a single light swinging from the ceiling.

Well, it's better than the other one I got locked in, he remarked.

Seras dumped him in there, but with some care, Alucard and the werewolf noticed. He did not get up, instead laying on the floor in a heap. Integra turned to her subordinates.

"We'll commence observations when the moon goes down at dawn," she stated. "Alucard, Seras, you are to be here for this."

"Yes master," both vampires stated. They were underground so the sun couldn't touch them.

They all left the room, leaving the werewolf to his misery and bad memories.

-End of Chapter 2-