There are no excuses for this terrible delay. Except maybe the fact that I have been studying for the chemistry test and the BMAT... However, I'll try to make it up to you, let's see what happens to Wolfie.

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Elle: Thank you so much for your lovely reviews, I'm glad you like this story xx

Werewolf alpha: This is exactly what made me start this fic. I can't understand why Wolfie was given so little attention in the series, although he is a crossbreed between two powerful creatures. I'm happy you think in that way and I hope you'll enjoy the rest as well. Thank you xx

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Chapter 4

Breaking into Count Dracula's Blood Cellar was the last thing Wolfie had ever imagined doing. However, if the other option was to sink his teeth in Renfield's neck, he was ready to do it. Wolfie couldn't go back to school before he had solved this problem or he would bite the first person he would see. Sneaking downstairs and picking the lock of the Blood Cellar was a safer option.

Wolfie didn't know which bottles were more precious and which were the banal ones. He could sense the mild, metallic scent of blood in the gritty air as he walked towards one of the shelves and looked at the dusty bottles. Carefully, Wolfie chose one and wiped the dust off the etiquette with his sleeve. Rebel 1791 it said, written with elegant handwriting. The cruel irony of life. However, Wolfie uncorked the bottle without wondering any longer. The smell of blood was intoxicating and Wolfie emptied the bottle at once. The cold liquid tasted heavenly good and Wolfie couldn't keep himself from opening another one. When he had drunk enough, he took the empty bottles with him and exited the room feeling much lighter. For a moment, everything was fine.

Now that Wolfie didn't have to worry about his thirst anymore he could go back to school. The variety of different scents mixed with the sensitivity of his senses was incredible. Wolfie could smell breathers in a completely new way. He could hear their heartbeats. At first it felt great but soon the boy noticed that he couldn't concentrate on anything with all the noises and odors around him. Wolfie had to skip the third lesson explaining to the teacher he wasn't feeling very well. Eventually he decided to be absent for the rest of the day because he was too scared he would attack a breather.

That night, lying in his bed, Wolfie tried to concentrate, to take control over his horrible bloodlust. He felt like he needed to hear the heartbeat of a breather fade slowly away as the warm, fresh blood ran down his throat. He wasn't in a need of nourishment, he was in a need of power. Thinking of living like that forever made the boy shiver. Suddenly he could perfectly understand Vlad's point of view. Wolfie shook his head, pushing his thoughts roughly away. His teeth gritted together and he turned his face against the pillow. Eventually, he fell asleep but almost immediately after closing his eyes the nightmares begun.

Wolfie was standing in a lightless room, unable to see half an inch from his nose. Breathing heavily in, he smelled a metallic scent and as he slowly lowered his gaze, his heart skipped a beat. He stood in a pool of something black, blacker than the darkness around. Blood. Trying to understand what was going on, Wolfie turned around. He saw nothing but suffocating darkness. He took a few steps until he suddenly crashed into a line of hard bars. Puzzled, he touched them with his cold fingers. He was in a cell.

Wolfie swallowed hard, sensing the smell of blood stronger than before. The darkness was whispering to him, murmuring names Wolfie had never heard. Panic started to take over him as he felt how cold sweat ran down his back. His mouth felt as dry as sand. Desperately, trying to find a way out, Wolfie walked around the cell. With every step he took the room felt smaller, until he could touch both walls simultaneously. The walls came closer until he couldn't breathe anymore. He tried to shout for help but no sound came out of his mouth. Hopelessly, Wolfie hit the stone but all he got were deep cuts in his hands. He closed his eyes feeling the walls squeeze him from all sides, left, right, up down, front, back...

Wolfie startled back to consciousness. He was in his room, sitting on his bed. Taking deep, unneeded breaths he fumbled for the bottle he kept under his bed and took a zip, feeling instantly better, although the shadow of the nightmare was still haunting the corners of his mind.

Little by little Wolfie started to be one with his reflections. He did realize that being often absent from school wasn't a good idea but he had to be rational. When he finally managed to stay the whole day at school without any problems, almost two weeks had passed. The day he walked among all the other students and wasn't only thinking about what they would taste like, was a personal victory for the young crossbreed. At the end of the day, he was so happy and proud of himself, that he hardly remembered this wasn't his only problem. When he got to his room and collapsed on his soft, inviting bed, the shadow of another dilemma crossed his mind: full moon.

Wolfie had wondered for a long time what he would become. He knew he would probably take his wolf shape now but he had no idea whether he was going to be able to control himself or not. Probably he should lock himself in one of the rooms under the school, just to be sure, even if the idea wasn't tempting at all.

The crossbreed was heading downstairs to find himself a suitable room when he passed Vlad's. The door was ajar but Wolfie hardly noticed it with all the things that were running through his mind at the moment.

"Master Wolfie!" Zoltan's voice broke his thoughts and Wolfie froze completely. "A word with you, please." Wolfie turned to look at the door. He couldn't talk with Zoltan, the hellhound would know right away that he had broken his promise. What the hell was Wolfie thinking? Zoltan probably knew already what he had done. Suddenly Wolfie felt completely paralyzed. He had no idea what to do.

"Master Wolfie?" Zoltan called him again. The boy closed his eyes.

"I don't have time now, Zoltan, I'm in a hurry", he shouted through the door and turned around, knowing that the answer would never please Zoltan. However, he wasn't in the mood of listening to a whining hellhound. He didn't want to listen what huge mistake he had done. Besides, it wasn't even a mistake, right? He had the right to be what he was meant to be.

"Master Wolfie, I have an important thing to tell", the hellhound shouted with tone that told Wolfie he couldn't flee this time. Surprisingly humbly, the young crossbreed laid his head and walked in the room ready to catch whatever Zoltan was going to throw at him. He was expecting angry rant and thus he didn't raise his gaze to meet Zoltan's eyes. He wasn't even going to listen.

"You had to take a look after all, hadn't you?" Zoltan said and the warm, slightly sad tone in his voice made Wolfie glance at him a bit dazzled. "Well, it is your right." Zoltan tilted his head and looked at him carefully. Wolfie was quite sure that the hellhound would have smiled, had he been able to. "You look like your brother." That Wolfie hadn't been expecting. His leer was anything but believing as he looked at Zoltan.

"Like Vlad? Are you serious?" he asked and again, Zoltan appeared a bit sad.

"Yes, master Wolfie. But that's not what I wanted to talk about. I felt the change in you. You haven't bitten anyone, have you?" the hellhound asked and Wolfie shook his head. "What are you going to do with the full moon? It's next Friday."

"I'll lock myself in one of the rooms downstairs", Wolfie said.

"I'm not sure that will contain you when you transform", Zoltan muttered. "I'm afraid your dark side won't allow you to lock it anywhere. Until you can control it fully, there's no place you can lock yourself in that would keep you imprisoned." Wolfie snorted impatiently.

"I can control myself, Zoltan. I don't need your help, thank you very much. I can look after myself", the crossbreed stated and without further due he turned around and flashed away, leaving the hellhound alone in the room, more worried than he had been before this encounter.

Wolfie had been thinking that the problem would be solved if he locked himself into a room. Things were much more complicated than that. On Friday morning Wolfie was tired and restless. He hadn't slept at all, he was hungry and thirsty and even a bottle of fine blood didn't help. He skipped school simply because he wasn't interested enough and spent his day sitting in Count Dracula's secret room, staring at Vlad's portrait and running around the woods. When he returned home the same evening, the sun set behind his back and he wasn't any less restless than before. Wolfie didn't care to see anyone. He walked right down the stairs to the basement and took the third door on the left. The room was little and lightless which would do very well. A wolf couldn't need much more than peace. Wolfie locked the door, sat down back against the cold wall and waited. His reflections woke up half an hour later.

The whole evening was a fight between Wolfie and his reflections. Neither of the dark sides wanted to be locked up and it took all of Wolfie's willpower to keep the door locked. He must have been quite a view, laying on the floor at times, holding his hands in front of his face and shouting to himself. Wolfie was tired of fighting when the full moon finally was a silvery ball against the dark blue night sky, but in that moment the voices in his head silenced and he had a split second to understand it was because his transformation had begun.

Despite this wasn't his first transformation, it was like nothing Wolfie had experienced before. Shifting his shape into a dog didn't hurt at all but turning for the first time in the form of a gigantic wolf was as painful as burning alive. Strong convulsions shook Wolfie's body and the agony ripped him as his bones and muscles changed their shape and place. He squeezed his eyes shut trying to fight the pain and collapsed down to his knees. It lasted about five minutes and then it was just over, like nothing had ever happened. Wolfie wanted to open his eyes, but unfortunately his consciousness was trapped in a corner of his mind, making him unable to say or do anything. His body wasn't obeying him.

The wolf opened its amber eyes and looked around. It was locked in a room with a thick wooden door. A discontent growl escaped its throat. It wasn't happy at all, being locked in this tiny room with no light, nor food or water. It wanted to see the moon and run through the forests.

The wolf gathered all its weight on its back paws and ran across the room hitting its body against the door. It took three attempts but eventually the door gave up under the weight of the enormous carnivore and the wolf was free. It followed its senses and found the way out in no time. The chilly night wind shook the pitch back fur and the wolf raised its dark nose to smell the air. It let out a deep howl and with a few long jumps it had disappeared into the night.

It was still early when Wolfie woke up. He laid on his bed and listened to the rain ticking against his window. He couldn't remember what had happened last night, why he was in his bed or how he had managed to get out the room. He had an unpleasant metallic taste in his mouth but he didn't care about it. Slowly he got up and stretched while walking in the bathroom. On the way he realized he was wearing yesterday's clothes, and he didn't have any idea why. Wolfie leant against the sink and looked at his glowing reflection. A scream escaped his lips and he stumbled away from the mirror. His face, chin, cheeks, mouth were all covered in dried blood. It reached all the way down to his chest, smelling so familiar that Wolfie had hardly noticed it. He looked like he had ripped somebody into pieces, Wolfie thought, only to bury the real idea; it looked like he had eaten somebody.

The young crossbreed tore off the clothes he was wearing and adjusted the water of the shower as hot as possible. Wolfie hardly felt the drops burn his skin as he feverishly tried to get himself clean. When his skin was blushing with the warmth and there was no trace of blood on him anymore he stepped out the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist and got back to his room to find some fresh clothes.

Feeling more or less clean, Wolfie ran downstairs to find a TV. It was Saturday, the school was quiet and there was no one to see him sneaking into the teachers' room. With trembling hands Wolfie switched the TV on, found the right channel and stared at the news anchor, turning up the volume.

"... the area is still evacuated due to the high level of toxin in the water...", stated the young, fancy-dressed woman with a motionless voice. "Now to the local news. A yet unidentified creature killed two teenagers last night. The boys' remains were found at dawn on the shore of the lake they had been camping by. The police along with the forest rangers are still looking for this wild animal. People are warned to stay away from the area until the beast is captured."

Now Wolfie felt like his heart had stopped beating completely. He was in big trouble. After worrying so much about biting breathers he had killed two of them. And he didn't even remember anything of it, Wolfie realized horrified. The boy collapsed in the closest chair and stared at the screen without seeing anything anymore. What would happen to him now? People were looking for an animal. What if he killed someone else during next full moon? He would get caught. Hiding his face behind his hands Wolfie sat still for minutes, until he didn't know what time it was, what day or what month. Everything else had erased from his shocked mind, allowing only one thought get through; he was a killer.

The young crossbreed was sure that things couldn't possibly get any worse. How wrong he was. Wolfie's problems were just about to begin.