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Chapter 4: Answers

The hallway reeked like a middle school guys locker room.  Lucy tried to hold her breath against the scent of musk that invaded her nostrils as she tried to follow the trail left behind Javier.  After walking for a bit, Lucy began to hear snippets of conversation.  It sounded like Javier and someone else.  

Lucy stepped into a grand room.  There was red everywhere.  How stereotypical. She thought.  Vampires decorating with blood red. Rich dark wood with intricate carvings coated the walls.  Towards the end of the room sat a young man at a desk, with Javier still with wine in hand leaning against a wall next to the desk.  

Javier looked up at Lucy as she approached.  "Ah good choice." He stated as he began to advance towards her.  "I was worried that we would have to kill you after all."  

"Excuse me?" Lucy squeaked as Javier gently griped the top of her arm to lead her with him.  

"Aw yes, yes.  Secrets are important my dear.  I can not go around telling everyone who I am, now can I?"  Lucy was not sure how to respond to that as Javier led her away down another hallway, gesturing for the boy to follow them.  They walked down yet another red hallway.

"I must admit." He began.  "Three years, and you have yet to cause a massacre.  You have some impressive willpower my dear."

"Excuse me?"  Javier simply gestured for the boy with them to explain.  

"Most werewolves, like other supernatural creatures when turned lose all humanity and go on a mad killing spree.  What my father should have explained earlier is that it is impressive you have not gone around killing hordes of people, but also the fact that you taught yourself, poorly i'll admit, to repress your killer instinct." 

"Wait, your father?!"  Lucy looked between the two men stunned.  They did not really look anything alike.  The young man had white hair and silver eyes, while his father was tan with dark hair.  However, the closer she looked she could begin to note some similarities in their facial features.  

"Aw yes, we do not look alike, I will admit." Javier spoke gesturing at his son.  "However, he is my flesh and blood he just takes after his mother is all.  Thank goodness only in looks." He laughed at this and his son too had a small smirk on his face from his fathers comment.  They appeared to be nearing the end of the hallway where yet another door awaited them.  This time the son raised his hand and gently rapped at the door.

From within Lucy could hear a rustling noise and heartbeat.  It was slower than the average human.  The door abruptly was retched open.  A tall dark figure stood in the doorway.  "What on earth do you want now?" Bellowed a deep voice.  Noticing who it was the figure mumbled an obscenity and took a step back.  "I suppose you aren't going to simply go away, well come in then and bring the new dog with you"

A light was flicked on as the group stepped inside.  In the light, Lucy was able to see the figure better.  He was a tall muscular fellow that looked more like an old oak tree than a person, with raised scars like tree bark marring his skin.  Long hair was pulled back into a ponytail allowing Lucy to get a clear view of his scarred face.  His right cheek had what looked like claw marks with white centers standing pronounced against his tanned skin.  She was stunned though when she noticed that he was wearing nothing but bright pink heart boxers.  

"Lucy, I want you to meet Frank Moon."