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    Twilight was nearly on them as they entered the village. They regarded Walter with suspicion at first, until the boy announced, �It is I, Lashim. I�ve returned with the great Walter Volknor.�
     Several of the villagers ran out of their huts to surround him, each begging for their life, the lives of their families, some making propositions of a sexual nature. He was shocked and saddened by how bad it was here.
     An attractive brunette woman, about thirty and some years, ran to where Lashim stood, throwing her arms around him tightly, saying, �Oh Lashim! You�ve returned!� she squealed happily. The boy gestured toward Walter, telling her, �He�s real mother. This is Walter Volknor.�
     She looked at him stunned, covering her mouth with her hand as tears of joy streamed down her face. She stepped forward suddenly, hugging him tightly, whispering to him, �Thank you, thank you for coming to our aid great one. You can have anything you desire from me. Just ask.�
     Walter had to peel her off of him, saying, �You must all get inside right now. The vampires will be coming for you. I will fight them, but you must not invite them into your homes. If any get too close, stake them in the heart, understood?� The villagers nodded, going into their homes as Lashim approached him, asking, �Are you going to come inside with us?�
      �No, but you can take this . . .�
      He handed the boy his silver amulet on a chain.
      �Hold it for me,� he smiled.    Feeling the change coming upon him, he told the boy, �Now go, the vampires will be here soon, get indoors.� The boy went inside his family�s hut just missing the beginning of the transformation that turned Walter into the incredible warrior he was.
      The woods around the village had become eerily silent and still, amplifying the sounds of his change considerably. He dreaded this moment every time it happened, but the change was on him, and he endured it�s agonies. An aching in his face, hands and feet. His entire body wracked with pain, he writhed in torture as his body transformed. He felt unbearably hot and uncomfortable, his tunic soaked with sweat. The garment began to rip as the growing muscles filled it beyond it�s perimeters of design.
       His eyes felt on fire, indicating they had become red, glowing, and cat-like. His body had taken on a life of it�s own, itching madly as fur sprouted all over it. Simultaneously, a loud cracking sound as his facial bones stretched and relocated, making him moan in agony. What escaped was a primitive growl of both pain and torture. His voice had become deep and animalistic, yet was now something beyond even that. His feet stretched, becoming enormous paws on which the creature stood on two legs. His hands grew claws, became larger, expressing paw-like tendencies. His ears, now pointed, stretched up the sides of his head. Now came the part that he truly hated. His jaws ached intensely, stretching his face and it�s soft flesh to it�s extreme ripping point, stopping short of tearing it as his face became a large muzzle.
      The wolf-like creature massaged it�s snout as it continued to transform. It felt like his face had been broken for the first few seconds after the change. His mouth watered, saliva dripping from it, as his canine teeth became long and sharp. Mucus flowed from his nose at the shock of his sinus cavities relocating themselves. Then, the pain, along with the change was over. The agony had retreated, leaving him feeling slightly awkward and sore as it always did.
      Filling his lungs with a great quantity of air, he howled long and loud, the sound of it bouncing off the mountaintops of the countryside. The purpose of the howl was to tell others of his kind �hello� and who he was. It was also to warn enemies that they were in his vicinity. Finishing his howl, his incredibly sensitive ears picked up an answer. It told him everything he needed to know about the other wolf.
      It was another male, about his size, with many years on him. It had said he was coming to assist him, but had a few miles to travel. At the same moment, he picked up the distinct sound of wings flapping heavily with the strain of supporting a large amount of weight. Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh. It was a sound that made the werewolf�s skin crawl.
      Reaching down into the wooden box, the creature withdrew a few choice objects. Blessed arrows, a crossbow and three stakes. Loading the crossbow, the werewolf caught sight of a swarm of silhouettes against the moonlight.
     Turning to face the sky, he also caught sight of the guilt-wracked Friar Goll confronting the evil creatures. It didn�t last long as the grotesque things overwhelmed him in an instant, surrounding him, then the writhing mass swallowed him up. He could hear Friar Goll screaming in pain and terror. The werewolf shook his head. If the priest had been doing his job in the first place, his services wouldn�t be needed, but he had not blessed the two village entrances, giving the damned things access.
      He saw an army of bloodsuckers descending and he let an arrow fly with a battle snarl. One of the creatures fell out of the sky with a shriek, exploding before it hit the ground. Meanwhile several more vampires continued to descend, touching down softly near him.

       He concealed the stakes from their view until they were nearly on top of him, then threw them hard and swift, slamming the weapons deep into their chests. The surprised vampires shrieked as they grabbed the stakes in agony, then slumped to the ground. He knew he was enormously outnumbered. He wondered what was taking that other wolf so long to get to his location. A sharp pain traveled up his arm. Looking down, he saw a vampire attached to his arm, sucking greedily. Angrily, he grabbed it�s head and pried it�s jaws apart. The flesh ripped, the creature screaming as the werewolf continued to open it�s jaws. It had broken completely free from it�s face. Blood spewed in every direction as the hideous creature writhed around, screaming, trying to relieve the pain in what was left of it�s face. The werewolf inspected it�s injured arm, then with a snarl, punched the undead corpse as hard as it could, obliterating it�s face entirely.
       Something suddenly slammed into Walter�s back, sending him flying. Rolling over he found himself surrounded by members of the undead, each one eager to feed off of him. He growled angrily.
       This could be the end, he told himself as they crowded around him, hissing and snarling demonically. He braced himself to fight to the death as the vampires advanced, licking their chops hungrily.