The Monster Apocalypse

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER NINE

The fight didn't last very long.

Brin tried to close her eyes but couldn't, as she watched Mr. Barker, now a big, gray, ferocious wolf, tearing out the vampire's heart and liver. The wolf ripped the vampire's legs away from its body, then promptly decapitated the head with one fierce thwack.

"Jesus Christ!" Brin shouted. "Mr. Barker, I think that man's dead!"

The wolf turned to Brin, a nasty look in its eyes. Its work didn't seem to be done. It leaped up on the desk and set its scary eyes on Brin, but by the time the wolf collided against Brin's chest, he had already transformed back into her beloved Film teacher.

She fell back against the beige carpet and looked up into Mr. Barker's eyes. The man had just saved her life.

But he was also completely naked.

"Mr. Barker! Ewww!" She scooted herself out from under him and tried to shield her eyes. "Oh my God, I saw it! I saw it!"

"I'm sorry," he said, and turned away from her. Now his ass was in her face.

"Please, put some pants on. This is so wrong in so many ways!"

"Ash? Anaya? Can one of you throw me my pants?" He looked up to see that the entire group had already run into the office, all their jaws dropped at the sight in front of them, one out of a slapstick comedy. Anaya threw Mr. Barker his pants, and he promptly put them back on.

"Brin, are you OK?" Ash asked, stepping over the massacred vampire body to help her back up. The sight of a body split into four pieces might have fazed Brin and Ash before Bodie, but now, it just added to another average Sunday.

"I'm fine." She stepped on the slimy tongue and kicked it against the wall. "Ugh, I hate those things."

Ash pointed at the tongue. "Did you rip that out of the vampire?"

"Yes. It's a talent of mine."

"Good job, Brin. I'm impressed." He stepped forward and looked down at the unusual body part. "It doesn't even look like a tongue. It looks more like a banana. Or even a yellow-ish penis—"

"It's a tongue!" Brin shouted. "I swear!" She pushed past the desk, past the severed vampire legs, and walked up to Mr. Barker. He had just finished putting his dirtied white shirt back on.

"I'm glad you're OK," he said.

She didn't respond right away. She just stared at him, in disbelief. "You're a... you're..."

"It's OK, Brin. You can say it."

"You're a werewolf?"

He laughed. "Always have been. Always will be."

"But that's... that's insane..."

Mr. Barker walked up to her, patted her on the shoulders, and nonchalantly shrugged. "Not more insane than anything else, really."

"I mean, it makes so much sense now. That's why you're obsessed with the horror genre. It's why you make us watch scary movies!"

"It's not the only reason," he said.

Brin shook her head. "I can't believe it. This whole time. You weren't even human."

"But see, that's the thing." He motioned for Brin and Ash and the others to follow him back to the main doors. "I am still very much human. More so than you, Brin."

She stopped in her tracks. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh. Nothing. Forget I said it."