Kyle Norris unzipped his fly and began to urinate. He, his best bud Steve Mills, had gone backpacking with two hotties. Kyle finished and headed back to his tent. She was already in her sleeping bag, " Hey babe" said Kyle, he had no clue what her name was, she said it once but he was busy pondering if her breasts were real or not.
" I'm tired" she said.
" Come on" begged Kyle, " just oral?"
" No" she said.
" Fine" groaned Kyle before crawling into his sleeping bag.
Kyle lay in his sleeping bag listening to Steve and the other bitch fucking like porn stars. Then over their overly passionate cries came a strange howl at least that shut them up. Kyle laid in his sleeping bag listening as two more howls pierced the night, it sounded like they were on opposite sides of the tent. Kyle slipped out of the tent and grabbed his flashlight, he'd never seen any wild life before and was excited to get the chance to see wolves. Kyle exited the tent and clicked his flashlight on. He saw that the tent flap of Steve's tent was open. Kyle walked over to peek in, maybe he could get a little from her while Steve was out. Kyle looked inside and felt cold fear pour into his hot veins.
Tammy pulled her head out of her sleeping bag, she thought she heard someone yell. Tammy figured her sister had taken that loser Kyle in. God this was a mistake to go this camping trip with these two loser. Tammy swore to herself that if she hears one more fart joke she will kill all three of them. Tammy laid still for several minutes trying to hear anything. It was silent outside, totally silent. There were no birds, no crickets, it was totally silent outside. Tammy slipped her shirt on and her boots. She grabbed her flashlight and looked outside the tent. Tammy screamed when she saw Kyle's torso laying by the burned out fire, something was eating his guts. Tammy raced out of the tent and sprinted away. She didn't make it to the edge of the clearing when another jumped her. It buried its fangs in her shoulder, she could hear the bones crunching and felt her hot blood spraying on her. Tammy desperately hit with her flashlight but the cheap plastic just broken. Tammy felt his teeth ripping her flesh off her, she screamed as loud as she could before its teeth slowly ripped into her throat. Tammy's eye rolled back in her head and the triumphant werewolves began to feast on their prize.

Ophelia stumbled over another root and hit the ground. " Okay?" asked Jack.
" Fabulous" said Ophelia, " I'm laying face first in the dirt, for the ninth time."
" We can't chance light" said Jack, helping Ophelia up.
Ophelia spit dirt on the ground, " What do you think those howls were?" asked Ophelia.
" I don't know" said Jack, " but we can't be too far from the ranger station."
" You sure this time?" asked Ophelia.
" Positive" said Jack.
Ophelia gripped Jack's arm, " If you are wrong you're carrying me" she said.
The pair stumbled on, the moon lighting their way through the forest. Ophelia's legs were becoming rubbery, her head was swimming, she was trying to think of what day of the week it was. They stumbled out of the forest and both sighed. Below them at the base of the hill was a log cabin with lights on and smoke curling out of the chimney. They quickly picked their way down the hill and peered into the first window. The place looked empty, " You think we beat everybody here?" asked Jack.
" Don't know, all I want to do is sit" said Ophelia.
The pair rounded the square building and Jack carefully turned the knob. The door swung wide open and suddenly a fireplace poker swung out at them. Jack blocked it with his rifle stock and fell backwards. John and Malcolm appeared at the door, their expressions immediately changed from strain to relief, " Thank god" said Malcolm, " we've been worrying all night, where were you?"
" You can thank Jack the woodsman here" said Ophelia, " we stumbled on a gypsy camp on the other side of the valley."
" You'll love it" said Jack, still laying flat on his back on the ground, " Markosas."
" The Markosas?" asked John.
" And their working with the werewolves" said Ophelia.
" Explains a few things" said Malcolm, " come on in."
John hauled Jack to his feet and the four walked inside. John bolted the door, " Any Rangers?" asked Ophelia.
" There in the other room with Sasha and Daniella" said Malcolm, " Derek is out."
" He is convinced the werewolves are going to attack" said John, " not say I'm going to argue."
" How is Sasha?" asked Ophelia.
" I'm fine" said Sasha, laying on the couch, " though everyone is convinced I'm going to die, I've been hurt worse than this on my motorcycle."
" Hi, I'm Ray Parker and this is Molly Brandt" said a portly guy with a big beard, " we're the rangers here, you're friends here tell us a pretty fantastic story."
" All I can tell you that it is entirely true" said Ophelia.
" Well I believe you" said Ray, " I've been out here almost two years now and I have run across some weird kills every once and awhile, something like that fills in a lot of the blanks I had."
" Its bullshit" said Molly, " no way werewolves are real, what's next vampires? Or the boogeyman?"
" You never know" said Ophelia.
Ophelia flopped down on the other couch and immediately fell asleep. " How was she?" asked Malcolm.
" Real great" said Jack, " nice to know you were worried about her."
" Well, I didn't say that" said Malcolm.
" Sure" said John, " Malcolm, a little piece of advice work on your lying."
The trio walked to the far end of the house, " They're close" said Jack, " we heard howls while making our way here."
" Yah" said Malcolm, " but we're in a sturdy building, it isn't an army."
" I'm going to get some rest" said Jack, " I feel like I've been up for a month."

Derek carefully exited the forest, the scent of the kill was strong. He saw two tents in a small clearing and the dead remains of a fire. Derek carefully flipped on his flashlight and saw human wreckage strewn across the campsite. Derek saw lights in the forest, he flipped the light off and immediately ducked into the first tent. Inside the tent was more human wreckage, these werewolves really had a feast. Footsteps stopped in the campsite, " Fuck these wolves really went to town on them" said the first.
" Hopefully this will pacify them for awhile" said the second.
" I've been hearing rumors we're teamed up with these freaks to hit the Iliescus" said the first.
" Bout fucking time, those uppity goodie goods really deserve" said the second, " when?"
" We got to deal with these Chosen fuckers first" said the first, " they causing too much trouble."
" Don't worry now they are all fed, they'll be ready to hit them at dawn" said the second.
" Let's start cleaning up" said the first, " its almost dawn."
The second laughed and started for the second tent. He reached for the zipper when suddenly a gun shot split the night as well as his head. The other spun around trying to pull his gun from waist band but was also shot. Derek emerged from the tent dripping with gore. He shivered, this was something he would never do again. Derek looked in the east, the sun was starting to rise. He was running out of time. Derek slung his rifle around his shoulder and kissed his necklace of werewolf teeth before breaking into a full sprint.

Azuza Yeng pushed the door of her apartment open and stumbled for the couch. She flopped down on the couch and sighed, this hunt had really become a snipe hunt. Azuza heard her cell phone ring its distinct tone and pulled it off her waist band. " Yah" said Azuza.
" You sound awful" said Maresa.
" Three straight nights of all night patrol can wear you out" said Azuza, " we've over turned every rock, beat up a few snitches, but nobody knows a thing about this weird guy in a white mask."
" Old man wants you to keep looking" said Maresa.
" I think it is just San Francisco trying to stir up trouble down here" said Azuza, " but okay we'll go out tonight. So how is Malcolm holding up in the woods?"
" Don't know" said Maresa, " we haven't heard a peep from him in two days."
" Probably having more fun than us" said Azuza.

Dawn slowly illuminated the ranger station, everybody was already up and pacing about the cabin frequently looking out the windows to see if they could see anything out in the forest around them. Ophelia walked over to Malcolm and hugged him, " See anything?" asked Ophelia.
" Nope" said Malcolm, " can you sense anything?"
" Lots, everybody is tense, the female ranger is angry and likes my butt, so does the male ranger, I can sense something is going on but I can't make any sense of it" said Ophelia.
Malcolm smiled at her, Ophelia raised an eyebrow, " You have a dirty mind" said Ophelia, " we will have to try that when we get back."
Ophelia planted a deep kiss on Malcolm's lips, he was such a great kisser. Their kiss was interrupted by someone pounding hard on the door. " It's me!" shouted Derek.
Everyone quickly raced to the door and turned the locks. Derek stumbled in, soaked in sweat and gasping for air. " They are coming" he wheezed, " I managed to get ahead of them, twenty at least, their working for the Markosas."
" Twenty?" asked Sasha.
" Yah" said Derek, " they are all coming."
" We won't have enough bullets" said Jack, " god I wish somebody would have warned me we would have to fight an army of them."
" Can you make more?" asked Ophelia.
" Give me some time" said Jack.
A howl pierced the air, " You don't have much" said John.
Jack hurried into the kitchen and turned the stove on. " Daniella, bring me the small black leather satchel with the B on it" said Jack.
Daniella brought the bag in, " You're really going to make silver bullets?" asked Daniella.
Jack pulled out several vials, and started digging for pots.

The morning passed into afternoon, Jack was cooking bullets as fast as he could. " Anything?" asked Jack.
" Nothing" said John, looking out one window."
" I can't see anything" said Daniella looking through the window next to the door.
" They're in the tree line" said Sasha, " they know we're here what the hell are they waiting for."
" Us to get tired" said Malcolm, " longer we wait the more tired we get."

The sun began to set over Los Angeles as the two exhausted detectives stumbled in. Jenna and Melinda has spent all day chasing down dead-end leads trying to find any clue to Christie Marsh's killer. Sitting on Melinda's desk was a post-it note. Melinda peeled it off and read, " Its from Kevin" said Melinda, " looks like he found something."
The pair got into the elevator and rode it down to the crime labs. " Evening ladies" said Kevin, not looking up from his table.
" What did you find?" asked Melinda.
" Something very interesting" said Kevin, " those."
Kevin pointed to a tray of small metal fragments, " Christie dive on a grenade in Nam?" asked Jenna.
" No those were found in several of the wounds in Ms Marsh" said Kevin, " imbedded in the bone."
" The knife was cheap?" asked Melinda.
" Not cheap, ancient" said Kevin, " I just got the test results back on an analysis on the metal, its almost 400 years old."
" So the guy used a really old knife" said Jenna, " so what?"
" Not a knife, a dagger" said Kevin, showing them a picture, " judging by the metal composition its French from the 17th century, now I ran a check to see if any museums had been robbed, private weapon collections pilfered, but I found nothing, so I started checking antique dealers that might carry stuff like this, I got a list of six dealers in the greater Los Angles area listed by proximity to the crime scene."
" Closest place is called the Doorway?" asked Melinda.
" It is a curiosity shop" said Kevin.
The pair looked up, " My daughter is into weird things" he said.
" Well I'll pack my silver bullets and holy water then" said Jenna, " shall we."
The pair drove out to Santa Monica and found the Doorway.

Beth slowly pulled her feet off the counter and pulled her keys out of her pocket. Slow days were always the worst and Beth had decided to call it quits for today and hope tomorrow would be better. Beth started for the door just as it opened and two cops walked in. " Hi, welcome to the Doorway, how can I help you?" asked Beth.
" I'm Detective Esperanza and this is Detective Wilcox" said the first cop, " we're wondering if you sell antique knives?"
" I certainly do" said Beth, " I keep them in the case over here."

Melinda and Jenna followed the tattooed girl through a maze of shelves will all sorts of strange items populating them. Dead animals in jars, books bound in leather, movie props, license plates, street signs, if it was weird it was in this little store. " They are right here" said the tattooed girl.
Inside a glass case where five old daggers, " They range in age from the 13th to the 18th century" she said, " three are British, one German, and the other I think is Italian."
" No French ones?" asked Melinda.
" Nope" said the girl, " I'm not a big weapons dealer, a few swords, these daggers, couple of sacrificial knives, you want weapons talk to Harry Knox in Hollwood, that guy is a regular medieval armoury."
" He isn't on the list" said Jenna.
" Harry isn't exactly the most upstanding citizen" said the girl, " I've heard he lost his business license over selling stolen museum pieces a few months ago. I think he still sells out of his apartment, bet that place looks nice. If I may ask what does the LAPD want old daggers for? Guns getting too expensive?"
" This involves a murder in West Hollywood" said Jenna.
" The Christie Marsh deal" said the girl, " you think she was killed with an old dagger?"
" We are looking into various leads" said Melinda.
" Well I'll keep my eyes open" said the girl, " I knew Christie from a new wholesale places, she was a nice girl, had burglar troubles though."
" Do you buy stuff too?" asked Jenna.
" Of course this stuff doesn't grow on trees" said the girl.
" If anybody comes by trying to sell anything that looks too new, call me" said Jenna.
Jenna handed the girl her card, " Sure thing" she said, " names Beth Palmer."
The two left, Beth tapped the card on her lips, she always wanted to be part of a detective novel and this sounded right up her alley. Beth walked over to the counter and picked up the phone, it was time to start turning over a few rocks.