Lady Nosferatu and the wolf girl

Chapter 14

Narration by Ms Felicia Ada

May 12, 1935

We went to go see a show at the theater.

It was a performance of a play called "Our Town."

The story was about a young man who died, but his spirit was still in his hometown.

"That was a beautiful play," I said. "What did you think of it?"

"It was lovely," she said, "But, there was a sad ending."

"Yes," I said, "it was."

I was thinking, how many years ago was it that we both lost our parents?

How many years old was it that Margaret lost her baby sister?

How many times have we had to run from a town because we killed somebody?

How many times have we had to move around, in order to hide what we are?

I am a werewolf, and Margaret is a vampire.

I always wondered if there were any other vampires or werewolves out there, like us?

Or, was it just the two of us?

I was lost in thought.

I could not stop thinking about our lives.

I was so lost in thought, that I did not realize that the sun was rising.

"Hey," said Margaret, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I said, "I was just thinking."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing," I said, "Let's go."

We walked out of the theater and headed back to the inn.

When we got to our room, Margaret closed the curtains and we both climbed into the coffin.

"What's wrong? What's troubling you? You can tell me anything. We have been through a lot together and you are my one true love. I will never stop loving you. I will never stop being with you. So, what are you thinking about? You can tell me. I will listen. We can work through this together. You can tell me anything. Come on, tell me. Tell me. Tell me."

I rested my head on her shoulder.

"Alright I'll tell you, I was just thinking about all the things that happened to us. The cult that killed our families then turned us into a vampire and a werewolf, for instance; were there any more of them? If so, where were they using us as a sacrifice?"

Margaret hugged me tight.

"It seemed that they were trying to get the powers of the vampire and the werewolf, but instead they just turned us into monsters."

"I know," she said, "But, I think about my parents a lot. They were very loving people. They never hurt anybody."

"I know. I miss my family too. My parents were the best and my little sister; she was so young and innocent. She didn't deserve to die."

"Do you suppose we are the only ones? Or could there be only vampires or werewolves out there? Or, are there some of each? Are we the last? Or, are there more like us?"

"I don't know," she said, "I would like to think there are more like us, but we were the ones used in the ritual. I think it's likely we are the first ones. I was wondering, is it possible to make anyone else like us?"

"I really don't know," I said, "I suppose we could try. Maybe if we simply just bite someone without killing them, perhaps they will become like us. It's worth a try, isn't it? Maybe we should find someone and give them a try."