Hunter

Chapter 11

      Now, the excuse of the big bad wolf would work when Agate would not want to go to bed. Hidden between a piece of furniture and the wall, she stared at me as she cried. Kneeling in front of her, a hand on the vampire's bite because Arthur's grasp had revived the pain, I called her so she would leave this rathole before her brother woke up. He was still a wolf and laid behind me, deeply asleep.

"Come on, Agate! There is nothing to fear anymore."

What a nasty lie. Considering the time it took the bullets to work, he would probably not stay asleep very long. It was in fact why she needed to come out of there.

I reached over and she eventually grabbed my hand. I pulled her out of her hiding place, I picked her up and she held onto my neck. I could not help but groan.

"Are you in pain?" she asked with her little voice inbetween sobs.

"A little, chérie. A little."

I put her down in our room and locked her in.

When I got bak to the library, I grabbed the beast under the armpits and tried to haul it. Impossible. It was far to heavy for me. I looked at my watch, it said 10 am. Thus the attack had lasted nearly one hour? How was it possible? Did fear speed up time? Probably. On the other hand, the time to come would linger, a lot.

          The full moon was now at the highest in the night sky. I had kept my eyes on Arthur for hours and hours. Everytime he would wake up, I would put him under again right away. It was the only solution, but I was almost out of bullets. So I waited eagerly for the life-saving sun to rise. As I was seated in one of the leather armchairs, I stared at the werewolf lying on the floor, rifle in hand.

Why had he turned during the day? As far as I knew, no such case had been documented. If ony I could talk to someone! Two heads were better to find answers, would not it be easier?

The night went. The night went horribly slow. As soon as the first light came through, the wolf's body in front of me twisted violently before my stark naked son reappeared still inconscious and yet panting.