He waved good-bye to the taxi driver, and dashed up the hill. Surprisingly, he didn’t even break a sweat because running around at night really helped him keep fit. Once up the hill, he looked back to make sure that the taxi was completely out of view, and then slowly transformed.

Wolfgang was a tall, burly looking man who had a beard that grew from his sideburns to his chin, and then his other sideburn. He grew his hair wild and long, so that he would have the look of a dominating lion, which he was.

“My king, Payton Doug requires your presence.” Jonathan said, in his wheezy voice. Wolfgang stuck his chin up and looked at Jonathan with glaring brown eyes that matching his hair.

“And why,” Wolfgang asked, his voice very deep and commanding, “would he require me?” Jonathan trembled. He had never actually talked to Wolfgang before. He had heard his talks and speeches he had made, but never actually talked to him, face to face. It was really terrifying.

“He –he…” Jonathan started, but stopped because Wolfgang started yelling at him.

“Why did he ask for my presence?” he roared.

Jonathan fell to the ground. “My – my king! Please to not be angry –”

“Angry?” Wolfgang shouted, “Why would I be angry?” Wolfgang raised his big, strong hand and seized Jonathan by the shirt.

“Answer me, boy, or you will be…taken care of!”

Jonathan’s eyes widened. Taken care of could only mean one thing.

“He – he said something about a boy knowing about us. I mean, about the werewolves!” Jonathan muttered, completely frightened.

Wolfgang held Jonathan there for a moment longer, and then threw him to the ground. “Don’t speak to me again, you unworthy fiend.”

Wolfgang turned around and started to head towards the guest room, while Jonathan was praying for thanks on the ground.

Payton hurriedly tightened his tie once more, to make sure that it was in place before Wolfgang came stomping in. He gulped and made sure that his shirt was completely flat and then heard a loud banging. His blue eyes flashed over to the doors, and he saw Wolfgang, now transformed into a werewolf, staring at him.

“Why, hello, my king,” Payton said politely and bowed. Wolfgang slowly walked over to Payton and sniffed him. He felt some movement behind him and then a gruff voice said, “Get up.”

Payton obeyed and turned around. Wolfgang had transformed back, and now was walking over to the doors to get the clothes that he had dropped out of. Payton looked down, and then Wolfgang said, “So, why are you here?”

Payton Doug said with the calmest of voices, “I am here because I have a question I need to ask you.”

He heard Wolfgang laugh, and then say, “You came all the way to Alberta from New Jersey to ask me a question? Ha! Well, then, it better be good. Look up.”

Payton slowly raised his eyes and saw that Wolfgang was standing right in front of him. Wolfgang’s six feet ten inches really made Payton feel small, but that’s what happens to a leader.

“Well, are you going to ask it, or just admire my features?” Wolfgang asked, powerfully.

Payton smiled and backed away. “My king, there is a boy I think you should know about.”

Wolfgang remained silent.

“His name is Landon and he…he knows about us, sir.” Payton continued. Wolfgang looked down at Payton and stared at him.

“What do you mean?” he asked slowly.

“Well, as you know, I am an English teacher and I gave an assignment out. It was a simple essay telling me what scared them most.”

“Continue,” Wolfgang commanded.

“Sorry. Anyway, this Landon boy turned in a paper about werewolves, and I come out to find that Landon had written a report about…well, about you, Wolfgang.” Payton said, and looked into Wolfgang’s fierce eyes.

“What?” he said sharply.

“You see, he wrote a report on the whole history of werewolves, and there were even parts that I didn’t even know, but I studied and found out that everything he said were true; from the Witches to the silver that is being imported throughout the world.” Payton said.

“Silver? Do those Vampires still think that silver can kill us?”

“Well, I suppose so, Wolfgang.”

“Who is this boy? What’s his name?”

“Landon Maxfield,” Payton answered. Wolfgang stared at him for a moment more and then said, “Follow me!”

Payton had never been in this room of Fort Wolfgang before. It was amazing! There was some sort of a library in the corner, and big desks and machines occupied the rest of the room. On the walls hung weapons, such as swords and daggers that the werewolves first used against the Vampires. There was the legendary stake that one werewolf pounded into a Vampire’s heart, but it did nothing. Stakes don’t kill Vampires; it actually makes them stronger for some reason.

“Here,” Wolfgang said as he picked up a huge book, most likely with thousands of pages. He handed it to Payton, who gasped when he realized how heavy it was. He put it on a desk and looked at Wolfgang for instructions.

“Look on page 5,642. I think we will find what we are looking for.”

Payton opened up the book and flipped to the correct page.

“Read me the prophecy,” Wolfgang commanded.

A Child of a Human’s Nature

Will Join Forces with the Vampires

Together they will rule the world

Of Vampires and Werewolves.

“Payton, explain to me what that means,” Wolfgang asked, though, not politely.

“It means something on the lines of a child will betray us and the vampires will rule the world. Something like that.” Payton answered.

“Good. Now whom does it refer to?”

Payton gasped. “Landon!”

Wolfgang smiled, “Good. You are learning. Bring me this child. I fear that the Vampires already know about this prophecy. Return with haste. I will be expecting you.”

“What? What do you want me to do?” Payton asked, “Bite him?”

“Do whatever it takes. Just bring that child here, alive!” Wolfgang commanded.

Payton’s heart turned cold. How could he betray his student? Then he thought that it was Landon that would betray him. It was the better deal Wolfgang’s way.

“Yes, King. I will bring Landon here as soon as possible.”