Although professor Ericson tried to keep himself sane as he paid his last respect to his dear friend with whom he had grown to know life with before things happened, his wolf had other plans.
Because of the full moon which had caused a slight change in the colour of the light that flooded the cavern from above, professor Ericson's wolf grew stronger and he, Ericson, wasn't strong enough to fight the wolf from taking over.
His skin peeled and tore which caused waves after waves of pain to quake through his body which shaked like a ragdoll being handled by a child will as the wolf came on board.
His bones bent and curved and snapped and shifted and solidified, too, and professor Ericson felt the human part of the wolf through which he communicated with it sever. His veins expanded, became fatter, and firmer, allowing space for more blood to move to where they were needed.
On a full moon, it always took extra efforts f
Sarah smiled when she saw that professor Ericson's wolf didn't flinch. His gaze was set on something behind her. Whatever it was, she thought, it was trivial and not worth her attention. It was even possible that there was nothing at all and professor Ericson wanted her attention diverted so that he could pull the same dirty trick Dr. Peyton had on Francis.“Three seconds is all I'm giving you,” she said. The smile was slowly replaced with an intimidating scowl.One tense and stiff second turned to two and two to three. Professor Ericson's wolf didn't move an inch away from where it was because professor Ericson hadn't told it to. It believed firmly in professor Ericson and its gaze was still fixed on what was behind Sarah.The scowl on Sarah's face was once again replaced by a smile. One that spread from one end of her oval and well crafted face to the other.The wolf took two slow steps towards her and stopped. It
At that moment, Harold's wolf shut him out so that he could not say anything as hundreds of emotions filled the wolf all at once.After some seconds as it registered what was going on, the most dominant emotion which happened to be anger filled the wolf from the head all the way to the paws and even to its tail and without thinking twice, the wolf sank its fangs heavily into Sarah's neck.The wolf fell to the ground as it whined and made other funny noises like an entrapped mouse. Harold Girard's wolf didn't take its canines out of its neck. The only words it could register was revenge and it was going to revenge professor Ericson's injury. Dr. Peyton Giovanni was next in line for killing Francis.When Sarah was barely moving, Harold's wolf let go of his neck. Blood had stained the white fur of Sarah's wolf and it looked like a mess.The wolf's gaze settled on Dr. Peyton Giovanni but before the wolf could do a
“About her,” Harold said as he looked at Derek. He knew it wasn't the right time to ask what he was about to but he had kept the question buried in him for so long that now that it had resurfaced, it couldn't go unanswered. “Why did you thank me for saving her, Derek?” He paused, “I did absolutely nothing and I can swear that I've never set my eyes on her.”With wide eyes, Derek looked down at professor Ericson.Despite the state he was in, a sly grin could be seen on his blood stained mouth.“I told him you saved her,” professor Ericson said. He coughed afterwards then fell silent.“Why?” Harold asked. The back of his head was beginning to ache him from all that was going on. There were just too many unanswered questions, world-shattering theories and unspeakable doubts.“So that he could feel he owes you one,” professor Ericson replied as he turned to his left and looked at Harold. “That way, he w
“You will let us go,” Harold said, gritting his teeth against each other in utmost anger as he spoke.“Or what?” Sarah asked. She was more confident than she had been minutes ago and that made Harold doubt himself. What had happened while he attended to professor Ericson? The bite his wolf had given her around her neck was gone and her long white gown wasn't stained with her blood. It was whiter than snow.A long pause followed and when Trisha realised that Harold was defeated verbally, she stepped forward.She didn't know where the new aura of confidence that swirled around her since she got to the cavern had come from but she was grateful for its presence.“Or we will be forced to take you down,” Trisha said.She locked eyes with Sarah. After some seconds, her gaze shifted to Dr. Peyton Giovanni who also had a smile on his face. Trisha had some things to tell him.“As a parent,” s
Derek ran towards Dr. Giovanni before any harm was done to Penelope with his hand stretched forward. His wand was gripped in his hand and as he took steps towards them, his lips trembled as he recalled spells in his head.When he got close to Dr. Giovanni who was now releasing punches on Penelope who had her arm upwards to protect her face and the upper part of her body from the attack, he casted as spell that caused Dr. Giovanni to go flying not too far from where Trisha was.He knelt beside her.“All is well, you're safe,” he whispered to her as he patted her hair the way one will to a little child. “Are you okay?” he asked as he snuggled her closer to himself.Slowly, Penelope let her arms down, revealing her face which was lavishly ornamented with her own blood.Previously, blood trickled only from the side of her face down to her neck but after the physical attack from Dr. Giovanni, a long brui
“What have you done?” Sarah screamed. Her voice echoed all through the room and it pierced the eardrums of Harold, Trisha, Wilkes—who could now get on his feet having healed fast because of his vampire nature, Penelope who had stopped bleeding a little for the same reason as Wilkes' and Derek.Derek looked at her. “We just hit a jackpot.”“And now, its five on one. I'll advice you to give up now and retreat,” Trisha added.“Never!” she screamed.When the spear had hit Dr. Giovanni, out of shock, she had changed from her wolf form to her human one.She looked down on his Dr. Giovanni's body. Yes, he is was dead. Then she looked up at Harold with a very visible touch of animosity in her eyes.“The five of you can't take on me,” she said before changing to her wolf form.When she did change, she howled loudly and all the students but Harold who was in his wolf fo
“Something must kill a man, they say,” Sarah said. She snickered a little then after some seconds, let out a loud laughter that caused Harold's heart to clasp tight as it beat fast. The laughs continued for about ten seconds non-stop, reverberating off the wall. “This time,” she continued, “it's mistakes that'll see the end of her.” She was referring to Trisha.She watched as Harold and Penelope ran to where Trisha was. Derek remained with Wilkes but had his gaze on Trisha.She could easily knock them all out. They were inexperienced. That was their greatest disadvantage.From where she was standing comfortably under the light that bath her from above, she folded her arms into one another gracefully the way a queen about to address her subject will, and watched as Harold knelt beside Trisha.“Are you okay?” Harold asked as he cupped the sides of her face in h
Activities in Golden Lake University carried on like nothing was wrong. In fact, in the actual sense, nothing was wrong. How could whatever was going on hundreds of metres beneath the school surface affect the students-and the teachers?Of course there had been questions to the whereabouts of the Vice Chancellor, Dr. Peyton Giovanni who hadn't been in his office for some days but that was what they had remained: questions.Of all the Golden Lake students and teachers and non-teaching staffs like Mr. Heathers and the Librarian, Mrs. Perry, there was only a student that could sense it deep in her that things weren't right and she had her reasons to think that.None of the students had seen the contestants and the fourth day was already coming to an end meaning none was back from the contest and now, Dr. Giovanni had been gone for two days and he definitely hadn't gone in search of the contestants because he went 'mi
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It was the end of a session and although Harold and Wilkes especially had been to a rough start, things got a lot better after the contest and as they stood in their room, getting ready to go home for the holiday, for the first time since they had gotten to the school, they felt and behaved like other students.“Who is coming to take you home?” Harold asked Wilkes as he eyes lazily landed on the messy heap of cloth that were in his bag. There was no way he was going to take his time rearranging them. No, that was too much stress.“I'm not very sure,” Wilkes answered as his eyes scanned the room for any of his belongings he might have missed. The room was pretty empty compared to how it had been two hours ago. Even the bulb that shone a dark light had been taken from its socket. “I mean, it is either my aunt or her husband; my uncle, or them both.” He sighed as he looked back at his huge travelling bag that was on his bed. “I don't think it mat
For the first time since the new intakes had been in Golden Lake University, rain fell.It was on a Friday and most of the semester had gone. Things had gone back to normal or at least, almost had.Sarah returned back to her park after being told all what happened by Harold. She promised not to tell anyone anything but deep down, Harold knew it was only a matter of weeks - a month or two, if lucky - before she told someone all she had been told. All the same, they did tell her everything. She deserved to know the truth.Derek, too, was back to his old self: lively, goofy and weird and with him was the love of his life, Penelope, who acted like the perfect housewife who without doubt, she was going to be. She seemed content that way.Although Wilkes never and probably never will admit it, the couple - Derek and Penelope - made him jealous. One of the reasons he had been excited to resume in Golden
"What does this mean?" Wilkes asked as he, too, bent his neck over the sheet of paper.Harold read the words again. Just like in the first letter he had gotten, this, too, was warning him of something in the most confusing way possible."I don't know," he replied. "But I do know that this is from professor Ericson. He must have written it before he died. You know, expected us to search his room when he was gone.""That's unlikely," Wilkes said dryly. "It most likely is to someone who knows of its existence behind the clock and that person definitely isn't you - or me. Besides, how are you so certain it is from professor Ericson?""The handwriting. They're... similar. Don't you see it?""I don't. At all." He sighed then continued, "we'll compare the handwriting of this paper and the one from the letter we are certain he handed to you together when all of these is over.""Yes, seems l
Harold and Wilkes waited in professor Ericson's office, doing nothing.When the party were first in the cavern, their footsteps reached up above where Harold was but after roughly a minute, there was nothing to tell that those that had gone down there existed.“Do you have any reasons why you wanted is to come here?” Wilkes asked when it was just the both of them in (Late) professor Ericson's office. Harold almost always had a plan. He knew that.Harold looked around the room like it was his first time being in it.“No,” he said. “I just wanted us to be here when they went down there.”Wilkes looked puzzled. That didn't seem like Harold.“But now that we're here,” Harold continued, oblivious of Wilkes confusion, “why don't we just look around for whatever we can find.”He paused for a while and looked at Wilkes before continuing, “we never know what we might f
Derek woke up with a series of cough.Penelope sprung out of the bed she was sat in and went to his side.“Are you okay?” she asked, wrapping her fingers around his arm. He was a lot thinner than he had been in the past.He fell silent for some seconds, “yes, I am okay,” he said, “how're you, too?” he asked, putting his other hand on hers which were on his arm.“I've never felt more alive than I am feeling right now,” she said.Derek chuckled, “that's good.”By then, Brie was also by his side but watched the both of them silently. Trisha sat in the position Penelope was in before, fiddling with her phone.Derek sat up and opened his eyes. He looked to his left and saw Sarah on the bed with him then he turned to look at Penelope, then Brie.“Thank you…” he said to Brie. “…for everything.” There was a short pause. “When you saw us down the
Trisha paced from left to right of Harold and Wilkes small room. It was either she was no longer aware of the presence of Brie and Penelope or she just wasn't bothered by their presence. The latter seemed the most feasible option."I'll have to call my dad this very moment," she said to no one in particular. She seemed to be talking to herself and the next second, her phone was in her hand, placing a call to reach her father.She brought the phone to her ear and waited. After what seemed like ages to the two females watching her, she breath in and out deeply, and began to speak."Hello, father," she started. There was a pause from her side because her father was talking. It went on and on and on but Trisha understood why. He hadn't spoken to his daughter in over a week and was worried something awful must have happened to her."Why didn't you pick your calls?" he asked. His voice was a lot louder than befo
Harold and Wilkes picked up pace as they ran back to Dr. Alvin Clarks's office. Their sneakers marched on the tuffs of grass and on the cemented pavement, too, but they didn't bother as they huffed and puffed. The breeze as they moved blew against their faces but that, too, didn't stop them. They had to get to Dr. Clark before he and the others left.When they got to the entrance of the building, they stopped running and walked in.The receptionist recognised them and gave them a small nod telling them to proceed with the reason they were there.The both of them acknowledged her nod and went to the elevator. They got in it and a few seconds later, they were on the top floor.They both walked down the absolutely beautiful but empty and very silent corridor slowly. They loved as their sneakers sunk into the red carpet the spread everywhere. They turned right and continued walking.“Do you think
Brie closed the door behind her with her leg. It made a loud snap that caused Derek to let out a soft moan as the sound wave caused his eardrum to tremble. She had the pizza box Penelope had asked for in her hand.“I didn't know which ones you like over the other so I went with good old Pepperoni.”Penelope's nose wiggled like a mouse's. “It isn't my favourite,” she started, “but isn't my worst either. Thank you,” she said as she got the box out of Brie's hands.She put it on the bed and walked to Derek' side. She knelt beside his bed but Brie peered down on him from above.“He's conscious already,” Penelope said, sounding like a small child who had just gotten a gift. She was talking to Brie.“Oh, has he?” Brie said, kneeling, too. “I can't handle it much any longer.”“Handle what?” Penelope asked, looking to her right, at Brie.“His sister, she has been dead worri