Nadine and Nick sat down as Mary introduced her children to them.
“This is Samuel,” She said, gesturing to the boy who looked fidgety.
“And this is Piety.” She said, gesturing to the girl who looked aloof.
“Call me P.” The girl said immediately, as if she didn't like her name.
“Hi, Piety and Samuel.” Nadine said cheerfully, trying to defuse the awkwardness that had permeated the room.
“So, would you like something to drink? Say, a cup of tea?” Mary asked, still wringing her hands.
“No. We're here to see your husband. Could you please tell him we're here?” Nick asked crossly, angry at the fact that he had to kill Jonathan in front of his whole family.
“Why do you want to meet him?” Samuel asked, his voice faltering with fear.
“It's between your father and I.” Nick said dismissively.
“Are you sure you're not thirsty?&rdquo
Since most of the people after her were either dead or in hiding, Nadine decided to go back to her apartment.She and Nick spent the better part of the evening cleaning and arranging it. After that, they were so lethargic, they hit the sack, but Nadine couldn't sleep.After rolling around for a few minutes, She gave up trying to sleep and sat up. Nick followed suit, holding her to him as he kissed her forehead.“Hey, what's up?” He asked drowsily.“I can't sleep. You should probably get some shuteye.” Nadine said, as she tried to pull away from his embrace.Nick held on tight and replied, “I don't mind. What's the problem?”“Nick, after this, what else?” Nadine asked.“What do you mean?” Nick yawned.“I mean, after we kill Jonathan, what do we do? Do I go back to being a teacher? Do you go back to being a detective? Do we just pretend that all these needles
Nick woke up refreshed and happy, until he noticed that Nadine wasn't with him.“Nadine!” He yelled as he padded about the apartment, looking for her.When he didn't find her, he went back to the bedroom dialed her number. Her phone was switched off. He threw his phone kn the bed in frustration and began to pace worriedly, wondering if she'd gone out for a walk or something, or if she was in trouble.Thirty minutes later, he gave into his anxiety and decided to look for her. Without bothering to bathe or shave, Nick dressed up and let himself out of Nadine's apartment, sniffing the air for her scent.* * *Nadine woke up with a huge headache. She tried to bring her arms down, and found out that she'd been manacled and hung from the ceiling. She was bewildered by her position for a moment, before she remembered what had happened to her. She pulled against her cuffs, but nothing happened. They were really strong, or she was really weak. Either way, she was trapped.She wondered wh
Nadine wished she would die. Since Jonathan had first pricked her skin, he'd been at it nonstop. He'd used the scalpel to inscribe the word 'Devil' just above her breast repeatedly, he'd cut open her abdomen crudely, and had taken out her appendix.While he'd been at it, Nadine hadn't felt any pain. When Jonathan had seen that her heart was about to give out, he'd injected the antidote to the Neuromuscular Blocking Agent.Nadine's breathing had stabilized just as the pain Jonathan had inflicted on her shot up to her brain, causing her to cry and shout incessantly, before the injuries began to heal rapidly, thanks to her being a lycanthrope.It had been like that ever since. Jonathan would paralyze her, experiment with her, leave her to heal, before beginning the process anew.“Please! Let me die!” Nadine begged Jonathan. She didn't mind begging him. She'd lost her pride long ago, after she'd peed herself.Jonathan grinned, feeling
The police chief faced the cameras, cleared his throat and began to address the journalists he'd assembled for a press release, “As you all know, there's been a spate of killings. Hundreds of people lost their lives. One of our own, Detective Nick Law found out who the culprit was, and he died trying to prevent the killer from killing more people.He found the killer, one Jonathan Crane, at an abandoned house, which we suspect was his hideout. We think they engaged in a scuffle, and the killer blew himself up.Detective Law will get a befitting burial, and a posthumous award from the governor of our state.”The journalists began to pepper him with questions.* * *Nadine was at her parents', watching the police chief's press release. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she remembered Nick's body lying on the ground before her.She still had nightmares that entailed being tortured by Jonathan, or seei
Nadine Long heaved a sigh of relief as school let out. She loved being an English teacher at the local high school but sometimes, her students could be tiring.She was even more elated by the prospect of going to spend the weekend with Dave; her boyfriend. She called him."Hi, babe." She said when he picked up."Hi, Nadine." He replied cheerfully."I just wanted to remind you that I'm coming over with some lingerie I bought some days ago. We could play again." Nadine said seductively.Dave groaned and she laughed. Dave was so enamored by werewolves that he read books and watched movies about them. His fetish involved dressing in a werewolf mask and pretending to be one who had dragged Nadine off to his cave to pillage her. Personally, Nadine thought it was hogwash. Everyone knew that werewolves didn't exist. But she never said anything because Dave was better in bed whenever he got into his werewolf persona."So, what are you doing now?" Nadine asked Dave."Just applying some hair loti
Nadine marveled at the building that housed Madam Yvonne's office? Shrine? It also housed a toy shop, a Thai restaurant and a law chambers. Nadine steeled herself and got out of the car. She got to the beaded curtains that stood for a door and said, "Hello.""State your purpose here." Said a sweetly feminine voice from inside."I'm here to see Madam Yvonne." Nadine said, rolling her eyes."Then by all means, enter." The voice said.Nadine gingerly stepped in, and the sight before her astonished her. The room was dimly illuminated by what looked like hundreds of candles. Talismans, charms, masks and statuettes littered everywhere. She saw a black woman who presented only her profile, sipping what would seem like a cup of tea."Are you Madam Yvonne?" Nadine asked.The woman replied, "Yes." She dropped her cup on a table and turned to face Nadine fully. Nadine saw that the other side of her face had a long thin scar that started below her left eye and ended at her chin."Come here." Yvon
"You mean a werewolf?" Nadine asked, cocking an eyebrow. And to think that for a moment, she'd begun to believe Madam Yvonne."They do not appreciate that name." Madam Yvonne warned."You expect me to believe in werewolves? What am I? Seventeen?" Nadine knew many of her students who were obsessed with vampires and werewolves."My dear, not everyone who looks human is human. Many creatures are out there under the veneer of human flesh." Madam Yvonne said ominously."Even if what you're saying is true-""It is." Madam Yvonne interrupted."There is no way I can go to the police with this. They already consider me a laughing stock." Nadine said."You'd be surprised." Madam Yvonne muttered under her breath."What did you say?" Nadine asked."I said that you don't have to wait for the police. If you want to find your boyfriend, you need to do this yourself." Madam Yvonne said."How? I'm in uncharted waters here." Nadine complained."I could help you." Madam Yvonne smiled.Immediately, Nadine
Nadine watched as Madam Yvonne poured tea for her. An onlooker would think that she was in Madam Yvonne's shop for some gossip and tea, not knowing that Nadine was there to receive advice on how to become a lycanthrope huntress."Sugar?" Madam Yvonne asked jovially. Nadine nodded and she was given two cubes.Madam Yvonne took a sip of her brew which she took with sugar and exhaled. "This is good! Chamomile is my best kind of tea.""Now let's get down to business." Madam Yvonne said sternly, "You have to come to terms with the fact that you might have to kill a few lycanthropes. Do you have enough balls for that?" She asked.Nadine thought for a moment before she nodded, "Anything to save Dave.""Good. Now, the books I gave you are mix of fact and fiction. Luckily for you, I've had prior dealings with lycanthropes so I can tell you a few things about them. Firstly, lycanthropes are pack creatures. That means they travel in groups of 7 to 15 and are led by an Alpha, who makes most of the