Nadine dodged the lycanthrope as it landed on the other side of the room. She rubbed her eyes with her hands, not understanding what was happening, "You lied to me all along. You were a lycanthrope!" She accused Madam Yvonne.
The lycanthrope laughed, "Don't kid yourself. I put a hallucinogen in your tea. I'm still the same old me, although your brain is telling you different." She said, lounging for Nadine again.
Nadine ducked. "You won't evade me forever. At sometime, you'll have to fight back." Madam Yvonne taunted.
Nadine shook her head, "I don't want to hurt you."
"But you must, if you want to prove yourself." Madam Yvonne said, as she pounced on Nadine. This time, she hit her target and knocked Nadine over.
Nadine used her hands to stop the lycanthrope from sinking its teeth into her. Nadine noticed that the lycanthrope was like a human sized wolf. She felt the strength that lay in its muscles and marveled. Nadine heaved and threw the lycanthrope off her.
The lycanthrope jumped at Nadine. This time, she was prepared. She gave it a side kick which connected with its abdomen, causing the creature to crash into some statuettes.
"Not bad! Not bad at all!" The lycanthrope said and attacked again. Holy hell, but the lycanthrope were really fast. Nadine evaded it and it landed on the floor.
Nadine grabbed it by its neck and tried to choke it. The lycanthrope veered back, causing Nadine to crash into a shelf. She bumped her head and cried out loud.
The lycanthrope broke out of Nadine's hold and gave her a backhand slap that made her land on a table. The lycanthrope jumped on top of Nadine, and the table broke, leaving them on the floor.
Nadine took one of the table's legs and whacked the lycanthrope with it on the side of the head. The creature whined and Nadine repeated the action, breaking the piece of wood.
The lycanthrope roared and lunged at her but Nadine gave it an uppercut, packing all the strength she could in her fist. The Lycanthrope flew back and Nadine followed it, giving it jabs nonstop.
The lycanthrope staggered and Nadine delivered a final blow to its ear, causing to lose its balance and fall with a thud. When Nadine noticed that it wouldn't be fighting her anytime soon, she fell unconscious.
* * *
Nadine woke up to find Madam Yvonne hovering over her. Instinctively, Nadine shifted away from her, "Don't ever do that to me again!" She hollered.
"Don't do what? Prepare you for an impending war with the lycanthropes? I thought that was what you were here for." Madam Yvonne smiled, giving Nadine an ice pack for her head.
"No, I meant; don't ever drug me without my permission." Nadine replied angrily.
"Seriously?" Madam Yvonne asked, laughing.
"Yes. Or our deal is off and I'll find Dave by myself." Nadine threatened.
Madam Yvonne looked at her. The girl was actually serious. Maybe she'd underestimated her. Nadine seemed to be nobody's fool. "Fine." Madam Yvonne acqueisced. "It won't happen again."
"So how did I do?" Nadine asked eagerly, changing the subject.
"Quite well, even without your weapons and armor. I think you're ready to begin the hunt." Madam Yvonne proclaimed.
Nadine wanted to do a fist pump but decided against it. A professional lycanthrope huntress wouldn't do that.
"Your weapons and armor are ready. I'll have them sent over to your place." Madam Yvonne said as she brought a broom and started cleaning up the mess they'd made.
Nadine wanted to help her but didn't. Madam Yvonne had to pay for spiking her tea. No way she was taking tea from Madam Yvonne again.
* * *
Immediately Nadine got home, she stripped and got into the shower. Upon noticing that she was still visibly quaking, Nadine turned the faucet to scalding hot and stood as the hot water hit her. Her body was battered and bruised but she was happy, sublimely so.
Now, she could hunt down the evil creatures that had taken Dave from her.
After a few minutes, she stepped out of the shower and after toweling her hair, Nadine wrapped a towel around her body.
She heard her doorbell ring and rushed out to get it. She expected to see a package of her weapons and armor lying on her doorstep, instead what she saw was one big burly detective who went by the name Nick Law.
Nadine was disappointed, “What the fuck are you doing here?” she snapped when she noticed that Nick was eyeing the swell of her breasts that the towel didn't cover.
“I came here to check up on you.” He said, stalking her and forcing her to move back.
He entered and closed the door behind him.
“Well, you've checked up on me. You can leave now.” Nadine said, feeling exposed under his hot stare.
“Come on, Nadine. I know there's something you're hiding. Please, do not pursue this case on your own.” Nick begged, coming close to where Nadine was.
Nadine scowled, “Why don't you want me to do that? There's something you're not telling me too.”
Nick grabbed her arms in an attempt to shake her. He noticed that her arms were slick. Nadine was doing something she wasn't supposed to be doing and he had to figure it out, for her own good.
Unintentionally, he ran his callused hands from her arms down to her hands. Her skin was as creamy as he'd imagined. He then noticed the thick underlying muscles on her body.
Nadine had been working out, Nick concluded. The thought overjoyed him because if he had sex with her, she would have enough stamina to keep up with him. She wouldn't be fragile and ask for breaks. Nick pictured himself having a sexathon with her.
Nadine was experienced enough to know that the look on Nick's face was one of lust. For a moment, she stood, enthralled by how intense it was before she came to her senses.
This was Detective Nick Law, enemy number one. Moreover, it wouldn't be fair to Dave if she tangled with Nick.
She tore herself away from Nick and giving him a frosty glare, said through gritted teeth, “If that's all detective, I think you should be on your way. Don't come to my house again without a search warrant, or I'll press charges!”
Nick gave her one last look before leaving.
Some minutes later, the doorbell dinged again. This time around, Nadine made sure she was properly dressed before she opened the door.
When she did, she saw a huge box lying on her doorstep. She took it in and opened it, surprised at the armor plates and weapons.
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 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
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
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
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
Jonathan paced to and fro in his cluttered study, wondering what to do. While it was prudent to tuck tail and run at the moment, the idea still seemed cowardly to him.Moreover, even if he escaped the clutches of Nick and Nadine, he knew they were not without help. What if he ran into their cohorts? He would surely meet his waterloo too.Jonathan collapsed onto a chair and massaged his temples.He began to recall how he'd become a lycanthrope killer.* * *Five months earlier,Jonathan was returning from a prayer meeting in the middle of the night, when his car ran out of gas, near a cornfield.He came out and began to survey the area, looking to see if he'd spot a gas station at some point.He didn't see any. He was about to give up hope and reenter his car, when he made out a faint outline of a human figure in the cornfield.Jonathan was about to call out to the person, when he saw a fri