[Vfw-times] GM - Halloween to Remember - 9 (plain text)

[Wolf0013]

Outlook Express went wonky on me again and reset the format to HTML instead
of plain text.  You have my apologies for this, I should've taken the time
to double check.

Expect part 10 by around next Saturday.

---Shred with Chainsaw here---

"Make it stop, please make it stop," I said while covering my ears with my
paw like hands.

"Oh you baby," said Christia above the noise playfully as she teasingly
elbowed my ribs.  "It's only music, what's the big deal?"

"Hey you've got it easy," I whined, "You don't have a wolf's sense of
hearing, this is downright painful for me."  I staggered alongside Christia
through a crowd of dancing partygoers in an awkward manner.

I glanced around the place; surprisingly this place honestly seemed larger
inside then out.  Something I wouldn't have believed when I saw this place
from the outside.

 Not only was it large for a house, it was also far more stylized then any
home I'd ever seen, flashy lights and decorations were everywhere.  In fact
the place reminded me more of one of those nightclubs on television, then a
home, an image totally out of place for this high-class neighborhood.

  Everybody was wearing a costume of one sort or the other, but I still
stood out like a sore thumb.  While everyone else was pulsating along with
the Techno trance being played by the DJ, me I just wandered through the
crowds, limping along as if I were sick.  To make matters worse every once
in a while Christia grabbed me and helped me move along, bringing even more
attention to me.

"Relax," said Christy seeming to sense my anxiety, "Just be yourself and you
'll be fine."

"Be myself," I repeated dazed.  "Nobody has ever told me to be myself
before."

"You've got to be kidding!" exclaimed Christy.  "That's horrible!"

"Maybe," I said over the music.  "Look I need to sit down."

"Oh, all right!" said Christia as she began leading me through the crowd.
"I think I saw a couch open over here somewhere."

Slowly we parted through the lively crowd and made our way towards an old
abandoned sofa just beyond the edge of the crowds.

"Thanks," I said as I slowly sat down onto the couch.  "Sorry about this, I
guess I'm not very good company."

"Oh don't be so hard on yourself," said Christia as she sat down next to me.
"It's because you're different that there's a problem, and you really can't
help being different."

I smiled at Christy's words then stifled laughter as I looked at her
costume.  A beret of mounted long purple bunny ears adorned Christy's head.
She wore tight faded jeans that had a slit cut in the back where a fluffy
cottontail poked out.  To finish it all off she found an old black leather
jacket buttoned up tightly over the skimpy old bunny costume she was
wearing. For an added effect she wore big fluffy purple slippers on her feet
that were done up to resemble bunny feet.  Christy even had an old black
motorcycle helmet as a prop in case anybody didn't understand what she came
as.  To think she made the entire thing from old clothes she had in the
attic.  The over all effect was, well somewhat comical, but I had to admit
she was pretty darn cute.

"Hey!" exclaimed Christy, "What're you starring at?"

"Well, uh your costume."  I stuttered.  "That's the first Biker Bunny
costume I've ever seen."

"Well I was going for something original!" she frantically protested.
"Besides it's a lot less revealing with the Biker outfit over the bunny
costume.  For the life of me I can't understand why my folks kept this old
thing up in the attic."  I laughed quietly in response.

"What is it?" she asked while putting her hands on her hips.  What's so
funny?"

"Well, oh um," I stuttered, "It occurred to me that perhaps your mother
planning on using it again someday."  Christy's eyes suddenly went wide; the
image of her mother dressed in the skimpy old bunny suit she had used to
make parts of her Biker-Bunny costume.

"Gross!" exclaimed Christia as shook her head in disgust.   "Oh yuck I'm
gonna have that picture in my head all night!"

"Oh come on," I said skeptically, "how can she possibly be that gross, even
if the bunny suit was skimpy before."

"It doesn't matter what she looks like, it's the idea of it." She explained,
"How would you react to seeing your mother in a two-piece swimming suit?"

"Oh did you have to say that!" I exclaimed squeezing my head.  "That's the
last image I needed right now! Especially with this headache!"

"Oh I'm sorry," exclaimed Christy while laughing loudly.

"Could you keep it down a little?" I said while flattening my ears against
my head.  "This music is bad enough without you adding to it."

"Oh all right," said Christy as she slowly got onto her feet.  "Look I'm
going to go get some punch or something, do you want something while I'm
 up?"

"No thanks," I said quietly.  "I'm not thirsty."

 "Alright," said Christia as she began walking away.  "I'll be right back so
just relax."  She disappeared into the crowd with those words.

I tried following her movements, but it was useless, the constantly changing
sea of faces was far too dizzying, and trying to follow her only seemed to
make my head-ache pound even harder.

"Let me guess," somebody said standing at the other side of me.  "This is
your first time at a party for humans?"  I turned my head and looked up and
saw a pale man with a goatee standing above me.

"Yes," I said nervously.  "Do you work for the Council?"

"No way," said the pale man calmly as he sat next to me.  "I'm a Myth like
you, under the council's protection." He said this as he calmly reached into
his coat pocket and took out a strange looking rolled up red leaf.  "Chew on
this," he said while handing the red-leaf to me.  "It's an old herbal
mixture I discovered a few years ago.  Clears up headaches real good, it's
also good for hangovers."

I looked at the red leaf and then up at the pale man's eyes.  He was pretty
creepy looking, but something about him made me trust him.  Slowly I reached
over and took the Red leaf from the pale mans hands.  I cautiously brought
it towards my mouth and sniffed the leaf; it smelled all right, like
cinnamon.  I cautiously popped it into my mouth and bit down on it with my
back row of teeth, for a brief moment my mouth felt like it was burning but
it almost immediately changed from a burning sensation, too a cool mint
sensation.

"Hey this stuff isn't half bad tasting," I said already feeling my headache
subsiding.

"Yeah, I always keep a good supply of these around for the party." He said
as he pulled a silver flask from his coat and took a quick swig.  "It's good
for relieving headaches and flushing harmful substances out of your body.
That's a must for these parties, as hard as I try there's always a few folks
that sneak stuff in here and a good host has to always be prepared."

"You're the host?" I asked slightly shocked.

"Yep," he said simply putting away his flask. "The name is Uric, freelance
DJ and vampire extraordinaire."

"A vampire!" I said raising a brow.  "You're the first one I've met."

"You must live a sheltered life," he said as a matter of fact, "vampires are
far more common then werewolves. No offense, you all just stand out a bit
too much. .  Now with us vampires, keep a good supply of sunscreen and cows
blood on hand and you can't tell the difference between us and a regular
human.   Then there are werewolves, by almost all accounts you're great
creatures, but mentally you all tend to be more wolf then human which makes
things difficult.  Plus the fact that you're born in Wolven form doesn't
help things.  I certainly couldn't spend two years trying to teach a little
pup to stay human.  I would imagine most human parents would find that
raising a werewolf to be quite difficult.

Most parents let the council take werewolves at birth," I said piping in,
"They try to forget they ever had a son or daughter that was so different."

"It's quite a shame," said Uric solemnly.  He said nothing for a few
moments, opting to take his flask back out and pour more red liquid down his
throat.  "So what's that girl you came to the party with?"

"Huh?" I said turning towards Uric, "what do you mean?"

"I sensed a very strange and very strong spirit of magic from your date when
I passed by her," said Uric casually.  "So, what is she?  A Nymph, a Kitsune
perhaps, oh I've got it she's an Angel isn't she?"

"She's human," I said in a slightly frantic tone.  "She caught me in
mid-transformation at school, but she was totally shocked, she had no idea
Myths really existed."

 "What?" asked Uric dumbfounded, "I'm not even going to ask what you were
doing transforming at school, but are you certain she's human?  Her spirit
certainly doesn't seem like a humans."

"Yes, I'm absolutely certain." I responded.  "She's strange but she seems
completely human!"

"Well that's very strange," said Uric as he sipped again from his flask,
"very strange indeed."

It occurred to me at that moment that this did make a strange sort of sense.
There were little things about Christia that should have told me she was
unusual.  Earlier today Lilith the Kitsune appeared in class in her natural
form.  She used some sort of enchanted pendant that seemed to divert the
attention of humans away from her.  However Christia noticed Lilith standing
there as if there were no pendant at all.  Then there was the fact that she
so easily uncovered the fact that I was a real werewolf and not just a boy
in a costume.  At first I had attributed her hunch and her easy acceptance
of this as just her being weird.  Now I could not help but to think that
perhaps this wasn't a simple series of coincidences.

"Hey isn't it getting a bit late?" said Uric casually.  "Full moon's going
to be up soon, and with it being Halloween and all."

"What," I said confused, "What does Halloween have to do with anything?"

"Well tonight is the first time in many years that the full moon has
appeared on Halloween night," explained Uric. "Halloween tends to effect
things magical."

I nodded my head in agreement; after all it did make sense.  All day I've
felt strange, and for the past several hours I haven't even been able to
take on my human disguise.  Even now I sensed the presence of the moon
nearing.

"I guess I better be off then," I said as I got up onto my feet.  "Thanks
for the herbs."

"No problem," said Uric getting onto his feet as well.  "I've got to go
manage the music for this thing, have a nice night man, and say hello to
your girlfriend for me."

"She's not my girlfriend!" I exclaimed quickly turning around, but it was
too late, Uric was nowhere to be seen.  I scratched my head in confusion
before turning back around. "He sure moves fast," I thought to myself.

I looked around the place, ignoring the loud music.  "I wonder where
Christia went," I thought.

---End of part 9---