Were-Geek

Epilogue

1.)A few nights later I stood in front of a big mirror. I had just stepped out of the shower and my hair was long and wet around me, dripping onto the floor and creating a puddle. I looked at myself, watched my reflection. I saw little of what I had been before all of this. Before I was attacked by a werewolf, before I had met the Hunters, before we had fought together, before Dante, before everything.

The mass of scars on my left shoulder, scars on my legs, my ankles, my feet, my neck, my head, my torso. Scars all over. Scars in all stages of life. Fading, new, almost gone. Scars without feeling, scars that were puckered and ugly but told a long story, each one. I ran my finger along the first scar, the one that had started it all. The biggest one along my shouders. It wasn't completely a mess, if you looked closely you could pick out where the fang marks were.

I remebered Amy asking me if it hurt. I remebered her hostility at first but most of all I remember that time on the bed when she had fallen apart. She had cried and cried, trusting me that I wouldn't make fun of her or tell the others. I remembered hearing the others crying in the opposite room. I hadn't said anything to any of them about the crying. None of them knew any of the others had cried. It was all an ordeal.

I had respected their wishes to remain 'incognito.' I layed my forhead forward onto the cool, misted top of the mirror and closed my eyes. Remembering. Seeing. Amy so happy. Amy valiently saving my life and giving hers.

"I will not waste what you have given me Amy," I murmered and with a sigh I began dressing.

2.)

The way Logan was squinting at me made his eyes look like blue gems or perhaps exotic blue fish caught in a net of flesh. "Let me get this straight." He said, shaking his head, "The world is going to shit as we speak, falling apart, and you want to go to Ohio." He said this more as a statement then a question. He knew what I wanted.

I nodded resolutely. "I don't expect you guys to understand, but I have this feeling. I need to be there. Something big is going to happen, and if...if..." I trailed off and Luke nodded, eyes shining. Not shining with his usual amusement or geniality. Shining with understanding.

"You don't have to explain El. We'll be behind you, all of us." He gestured to what was left of the Hunters. Dillan, somber Dillan. His brown hair in his eyes, his shoulders curved inward as if anticipating another great crippling blow to his soul. He looked like a man getting ready to be flogged for something he didn't do. His face was creased with sleeplessness and he looked haggard. A look we had all had for days now.

Even jovial Luke had not been so boisterous lately. Logan was equal to us in his pain. We had all been changed by the death of our comrade. And of course I couldn't help but feel I was to blame. It had been me that bullet had been meant for. Me who would have died had Amy not been there.

The thought was tantalizing and nothing was getting done by torturing myself with it. I understood, mildly, what Bacopa had said about my importance. I couldn't allow myself to crumble under the weight of my past, my memories. We all had a burden to carry, some heavier than others. It was the way we carried our burden that defined us. I was not going to be the one to drop it beside the door and leave it for the next person to pass by and be forced to shoulder it.

My burden was mine and mine alone. In the end that's how it was for everyone. People may be there to help, to give you that push, but it's you who always does the falling.

"Let's go to Ohio," I said. Logan sighed and nodded. Then started the jet, the familiar gleam returning to his eyes. The smile he gave me upon starting the jet was thin and strained, filled with a hidden depth of sadness. But it was a genuine smile nonetheless and it carried promise.

And hope.

And we would need some hope because we had a long way to go, a lot ahead of us, and so much to do. I smiled and raised my head, starting a howl. Not a wail, not a lamentation, but a song of hope and of the future. Luke caught on and echoed me, even though he wasn't a werewolf. Dillan laughed (a sound which tainted my howl in a good way, adding laughter to it. Happiness) and joined.

Logan threw his arms up, "What the Hell."

And then he, too, joined as we set our course for Ohio, where a young German man named Ertönen was realizing together with his band and a crowd of others that demons and boogeymen really did exist, and they were very, very hungry.

( (This book is now finished and it is connected to Ertönen if you haven't noticed. The sequel to this will also be the sequel to that. It will be one and the same. Please tell me what you think! Gah, I'm soooo exciiited :D))

(Also I need names for the sequel, so send me ideas and the best one gets credit and may get their title on it and will get their name on it.)

(Thanks for reading :) as always)

(I suggest you read Ertönen...but you don't have to...But I want you too...but you don't have too...:D)

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