There
is a wolf in the hen house. I do not mean that figuratively, but quite literal.
A werewolf and his son tend to a repair in their chicken enclosure, unaware of
the creature watching them from the edge of this dirt road. The father looks at
me curiously. It is unusual for someone to be lurking around in this place, at
this hour. Staring, he knows something else is different about me but is unable
to discern what that something is. Not all werewolves believe we exist. Not all
have met us in the dark of night. Some are naïve to the distain they should
feel for vampires.
Despite his unease, the father smiles at me and asks if I need shelter for the night. There it is. An invitation. My chance to enter his home and silence every beating heart. It would be easy to follow him inside and let his beast meet mine. And I would win. However, it is better to let him live and keep his entire pack from the knowledge of vampires altogether. So, I smile, and I lie smoothly about my destination and intentions, and I continue on into the murky night. I will have to find another to die in his place. But that really will not take too long. After all, there are so many others in this world that are deserving of such a violent death.
Despite his unease, the father smiles at me and asks if I need shelter for the night. There it is. An invitation. My chance to enter his home and silence every beating heart. It would be easy to follow him inside and let his beast meet mine. And I would win. However, it is better to let him live and keep his entire pack from the knowledge of vampires altogether. So, I smile, and I lie smoothly about my destination and intentions, and I continue on into the murky night. I will have to find another to die in his place. But that really will not take too long. After all, there are so many others in this world that are deserving of such a violent death.