Saturday, August 16th 2008:
Looking back at my last entry, I'm beginning to wonder how one would define "reasonable" in this world. It turned out I was right to think there was a werewolf. He was chained in a barn, where he was to stay the whole night, until the moon didn't show itself in the skies no more. I thought that if he didn't see me, he wouldn't be more agitated, and therefor ignore me. But there was one important detail about werewolves that I forgot: that they don't need to see you to know that you're there.
It wasn't long before I heard something snap. I immediately realized that the beast was free. I heard it slowly walk out of the barn, but as his breathing became louder I realized just how close he was getting. I know I should be used to encountering such things by now, but everything else was either not interested in me, could be negotiated with, or I was just lucky. Here, all I could think of doing was waking up Daninsky, hoping that he'd know what to do as he's the one keeping him here.
Still thinking about a reasonable explanation, I had no reason to think that Daninsky was this beast. If he were, then he'd have known better than to invite someone to stay in his house. Otherwise he's either overconfident of his security messures, or he's just a psychotic guy that feels no remorse for who he kills. Once I realized that Daninsky wasn't anywhere in the mansion, I had no other option but to fight the wolf myself. Some would say that I should run for help, but despite the light of the moon, the trees didn't allow much light to penetrate through, so it was to dark for me to run through. In other words, that would've been a death trap. If I'm to choose between slight chance of survival or certain death... well you know.
I tried to use my Swiss knife to keep him at a distance, but the wolf was too smart for that. If the legends are true, then only silver can kill it, and it knew that. I had to do other things to keep it at a distance, like throwing things at it. Even if I had the strength of ten men, I'd still be no match for a werewolf, so what other option did I have? Luckily, throwing the urn that had Orlock's ashes helped greatly, as the ashes blinded him long enough. I tried killing it with my knife, but that only slowed him down. I had to get to the kitchen, where I could use some bigger knives, of which I can only assume they were made out of silver as they nailed him down. When that happened, the wolf started to look more human. That's when I could see it for myself, that Daninsky was a werewolf. But the fact that he kept silver in his mansion meant that he knew he may break out, so people could defend themselves when needed. I've got to hand it to the man, for a werewolf he was a nice guy. Whoever said that one who becomes a werewolf is cursed (meaning being punished for something bad they did), is gravely mistaking. That, or the one who cursed him is a psychotic bastard. And why is it that both ideas seem equally sensible now?
Anyway, after I was sure he was dead, I decided I couldn't stay in here much longer, so I packed my stuff together and ran off. I had to change clothes, however, as I was covered in Daninsky's blood. If anyone saw that, how am I supposed to explain that? That I just killed a werewolf? Didn't think so.
I must say that the surrounding area became quite foggy when I left. It was as though Daninsky's death had a direct effect on this region. That, or I was just a little shaken up about this, so I started seeing things. I've killed vampires before, but they were easy to deal with, as they weren't made to last. But this was a werewolf, which formed a real challenge.
Oh well, after my running, I managed to hitch a ride with a truck. Although my native language is similar to German, and therefor I understand the driver a little, I wouldn't know how to reply to any of his questions. I tried to make it clear to him to just drive as far away from here as possible. I'm not sure if he understood me, but he told me he had to go as far as Munich. At this moment, I didn't care much about where I'd end up.
Right now, I'm at the airport, waiting for the plane to take off. I'm not going home yet, as it will take some time again before there'll be another plane that would go there. What's wrong with moving in and/or out of my country these last few years? I'm guessing that it's split from last year is still causing some confusion to other countries, or the politicians running my country were to bent on splitting it up, they forgot it still needs to be properly governed. In any case, my best chances are to take a plane that goes to Paris, and I'll have to find my way home from there. Why not? I remember to have visited Paris before, but always under supervision, by teachers or parents. Now that I'm going by myself, I wonder what Paris would look like now.