Chapter Nineteen: A Strange Man

 Now, I haven't seen my sister since we were kids, and she was shipped to live with our grandparents in Germany. She had a destructive behavior as a child and my mom was afraid she would turn out to be a serial killer.  But here she is, sitting in my living room while I make her soup.

"Kat, what the hell are you doing in the US? Why are you here? What's going on?" I ask.

"Clovis killed Grandma and Grandpa, looking for you. He crushed their heads with his bare hands. What the hell is wrong with you?!" She says.

"How did you know about Clovis before he came for you?" I ask.

"Well, I took up Witchcraft a few years ago. Grandma helped me while Grandpa was hunting." She exclaims. How do I escape this freak?

  I put more logs on the fire and think to myself "Why would my sister who I haven't seen since we were kids know where I am?" I'm not sure but I heard a tree snap outside. I whip around grab and cock my rifle. I move to the wall and check out the window. It's snowing like hell. I can't see anything, I see a lot of movement. I'm trying to focus and look, the window is destroyed by claws that scrape my face.

"Ahhhh!!" I roar with agonizing pain. "Kat! Pull up the couch and stay inside until I say otherwise!" I scream. I load all of my guns with Silver bullets and I start raining down lead on the Werewolves. There's too many to count. As soon as I get a minute I cover the doors in gas and block them. Somebody sent these creatures here. More show up.  I count at least two or three dozen. I keep firing and cocking my rifle. I'm not going to die to a bunch of mindless dogs. "Come on you bastard! Is that all you got?!" I yell. I run out of rifle ammo, so I set my rifle down and push my Duster Jacket back behind my holsters and draw my Revolvers. When I hear a knock at the door and the Werewolves all go silent, I knew I was in deep shit. "How could Clovis aka The Ancient Douche find me?" I say to myself. I wipe the blood from my eyebrow. That claw mark goes from my cheek to my eyebrow in an almost half moon shape. It's excruciatingly painful, but the Adrenaline keeps the pain mostly away. They knock again, but it's more sinister. Everything goes silent.

    "Hello, Riley! Maybe we could have a discussion?" The strangers voice is upbeat, similar to Mr. Rogers. I put my guns in their respective holsters and remain insanely skeptical. I open the door to find a seemingly small man, about 5"4' wearing a sweater vest and glasses. He holds his hand out, "Riley! Glad to finally meet you! I've heard so many great things!" He shouts excitedly. Kat peeks out and I signal her with my hand to go back down. He doesn't know she's in here, the gun fire started before he arrived. "May I come in and sit down?" He asks politely.

"Uh, sure?" I say awkwardly. And sure as hell this odd little guy comes in and sits down across from where Kat is hiding under the floor.

"I don't mean to be a bother, but do you have any tea?" He asks.

"Buddy, I have Water, Beer, and Whiskey." I say angrily. This asshole sends a pack of wolves after me and is just calm and okay with this? I could have died!

"Riley, my name is Bruce and I am the pack leader of the Werewolves of my charter. There is over 1,000 pack leaders. I run the US portion on the East Coast. I'm getting off topic, pardon me." He says as he giggles.

"What the hell do you want?" I say.

"Well, Young man I don't like that tone and I suggest you change it.. Or else. We are here because Clovis has sent us to retrieve you, alive. This will go extremely well if you just come with us, this won't need to get bloody. I am a man of honor, and I get the sense that you are too. We can get bloody if you want." He says and smirks.

I draw my gun and shoot him four times in the chest, he appears dead. So I put my ear to his chest to be sure. I'm there for a few seconds, but in an instant he tried to bite me and I jam my revolver in his mouth.

Extremely slurred he says "Please don't do this, it will end badly I assure you!." I shoot him three times.

"Kat, come out! We're going back to Romania." I say. I grab my rifle and everything I need to finish off the remaining eight or so Werewolves.

"Let's get bloody then."