Tales From Babalangion

The Crimson Nightstalker

Did you know blood moons only happen twice a year? Stories of werewolves go a long way back and it makes you wonder. Would moons like the blue or blood moon affect them differently? Or would the rare moons be just like any normal full moon for the hairy beasts of lunar cycles?

 The Crimson Nightstalker

It was a normal day for Stacy Wayne. She had woken up at 8:00 AM and underwent her morning routine. But for her it was special, after all it isn't everyday you hit sixteen. Yes indeed it was Stacy's sixteenth birthday that glorious September 7th. Her dad a big man with biceps the sizes of watermelons. He was making pancakes, Stacy's favorite food. It would make today at school a bit better. Stacy was shy and was frequently a target for bullies due to her passive nature. Boys and girls alike would constantly tease her or push her. She never told her dad as he was a jolly man but would probably raise the flames of hell itself if he found out she was bullied at school. She just did what she always does, smile, walk away, and cry inside.

Lucy had to walk to school. It wasn't a long walk, maybe 5 or 6 minutes. The problem lies with other people. Plenty of people would see Lucy getting bullied out of school and would always not care it was happening. There were people worse than the bullies though. Sometimes men or women would come up to her and ask if she wanted a ride to school and she wasn't afraid to decline and tell her dad. This time her problem would be her classmates as they stood around waiting for her, this was going to be a bad day she thought.

When she got home she came home to her dad cooking supper.

"Ah, hello Lucy, did you have a good day at school?" Her dad asked her. She gave her usual response and went to her room until supper was ready. She looked at he phone , a blood moon tonight, well that's not important She thought back to lunch time when she finally confronted her classmates. It didn't go well and ended with the bullies getting in trouble after ganging up on her. When they got caught they gave her a look that said she was going to pay for this. She heard her dad calling and left for the kitchen, unaware of the eyes watching her.

Lucy was reading a book when she heard a ping at her window. Her heart skipped a beat as she thought of a cat she had been taking care of and opened the window when a pair of hands reached out and pulled her out. Covering her mouth to muffle her screams. More hands appeared and held her. The hand on her mouth moved only to be replaced with a rag. Then she heard a voice.

"Heya toots" Jeremy cooed. The biggest jerk in school. "I found some magazines in my dads closet and thought right after what was the best way to get back at you. Do you know what it is?" He asked and after a moment I heard a zipper unzip. "By taking the one thing you get get back." Lucy heard more zippers and struggled thankfully since they were unzipping Lucy managed to get loose. She crawled and then two boys grabbed her legs, her nails scraping  along the gravel by the house. Teke Teke,  she kept trying but she just couldn't get loose again, Teke teke. Then they turned her over and she fought with renewed resolve, she couldn't let them win. Then something wet and sticky splattered on her face and she lost her resolve, she resigned herself to them and waited. But nothing else happened, she put her hand to the sticky liquid and repressed a scream, it wasn't what she thought it was. It was blood she looked around and saw Jeremy sitting in the fetal position and was looking on in fright, she looked over and saw a hulking mass standing over another boy. It was black as night and had eyes that looked swollen and red. It was covered in wild fur and had claws that looked like they would cut space, it's fangs were huge and flashed like brilliant pearls in a squid ink cloud. The boy at it's feet was savaged, viscera coated the concrete and grass. It hunched down and got into a pouncing position. Jeremy suddenly jumped up with a knife and held in my direction he side stepped to get closer, as if to use me as ransom, but the thing pounced and sent him flying. Jeremy got up and lunged, stabbing with the knife, but it just bounced off its fur like it was kevlar. A swipe of its paw and Jeremy had a chunk of his eye and left side of his face torn out. He begun to scream but the thing had other plans, it jabbed its long claws into his stomach and pulled intestines out. It then wrapped the around his throat so his screams turned into painful gurgles. He looked at me and mouthed, "Help me". The thing seemed to have heard him and looked to me. It was like it was giving me a choice. I looked at Jeremy and saw now he couldn't speak or yell. Like I was, he was silent unable to call for help. I turned around and climbed back into my window. I closed and locked it and looked out, then nodded. The thing nodded back and then slowly pulled harder and harder. The sound of vertebrae popping was audible as the thing constrict his neck with his own organs.

Ever since then Lucy was not silent and always looked out at night, looking for the creature that saved her, sometimes she saw it, and one time, she stepped out. After that night her dad never saw her again. But lets just say that the rate of sexual assault has went down.

Why did you think a werewolf helped Lucy? Or better yet, why didn't it eat her too? Did the blood moon give the beast a rare night of sentience in it's monster form? Or is this werewolf something more? Something beyond the tales we have of man-wolves that come at the full moon to attack anything like a hungry beast.