Just then Sheriff Buck became aware of a presence outside of the patrol car. Suddenly there was a thump on the trunk and the patrol cars rear springs creaked as the rear end sagged under the added weight, both men slowly turned, to see a set of glowing yellow eyes and a large furry white head. There was a look … no, a feeling of familiarity, almost a deep abiding love ( if there could be such a thing from an animal) in those eyes. Van Helsing knew in his heart he’d seen that look, seen those eyes and that face before, long ago in a different time and another life now lost in time. Could this be the sprit of his Mary in that child of the night in that white wolf… He started to speak her name and call to her but then she was beside the car her head was in the window a large and warm wet tongue, licking his face and neck then the head was nestled on his shoulder.
Mary? He whispered as the wolf tried to squeeze through the open car window and into his lap pinning him to the set.
Buck was frozen where he sat, never had he seen a wolf act that way but this night had been full of things he had never seen before nor ever see again but that wasn’t half of what was yet to come before this night was over.
Just then there was a blood curdling Howl out in the swamp the white wolf on Van Helsings lap turned her head, bared her teeth in a lip curling low growl and sprang through the window.
I think we are about to have a visitor Sheriff said Van Helsing better load those silver bullets you’ll need them shortly.
With nervous and trembling hands Buck slide the silver tipped rounds into each of the six cylinders. Ummm Doc? You seem to be real friendly with that there wolf. Want to tell me about it?
Just then Buck noticed that Van Helsing had unsheathed a sliver blade from his walking stick… Buck muttered, almost as an after thought "Jesus H key-rist, Doc! you ain’t goin after this thing with that pig sticker are ya?" Yes Buck, I am, you see the sheath is made of European Rowan and the blade and wolfs head were made by an old Aztec SilverSmith from the finest Spanish silver both are deadly to vampires and werewolves.
Just then there was a blur of movement a grayish blur swung a huge paw like hand at Van Helsings head but he had seen the attack before it came and he ducked and struck the blade home sinking it to the hilt in the creatures chest just below the arm pit. The creature staggered on a few feet in to the road way stood swaying howling in pain. It gathered it’s self for one more attack. Van Helsing gathered himself and readied the silver tipped Rowan pike to strike at the creatures heart, then three shots rang out, so close together they sounded as one and three red dots appeared, two on the creatures chest and one between the eyes sending the creature staggering back his paw like hands clawing at empty air. He spun as if to run took one step and crumpled into a heap in the middle of the dirt road. Writhing in the last throws of death, a look of bewilderment on his ugly maw… He began to try to speak unclearly at first then his last words as he turned back to human form … How… How, after all this time… and the nude body of Randall Crabtree lay were the form of the werewolf had been only seconds before , the question never finished and the look of confushion frozen by death on his face. The wolf sprang to action ripping and tearing at his throat severing his head from his body.
Stepping forward and pulling the bloody blade from Crabtree’s torso Van Helsing turned to Buck saying we're not done yet, one more to go, lets get back to Crabtree mansion we have to be there be for the dawn... the wolf jumped into the patrol cars front seat Crabtrees blood staining her white mussel.
Buck steped to the drivers side looked in at the wolf… You gonna drive? He asked her smileing.
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