Bloodlust: Tales of werewolves

n emotional turmoil, her eyes red-rimmed and devoid of tears but her heart was weeping. She had caused an irreparable physical transformation to an innocent man, probably unknowingly caused seve

ng ever. With a laborious grunt she got up and shuffled to the sink where

houette of a man at the misty window, waving at her. She rolled her eyes and shuffled to the door, coffee in hand, to receive her visitor. "You left the lab with no notice. What's wrong?" The man promptly asked as Beth opened the door. "What do you want, Axel?" Beth responded, still

oted. "Don't beat yourself down like this " "Dr Makovsky-" "Frank Makovsky was perfecting an experiment he has worked on for the better part of ten years, Beth. You were only his assistant carrying out his instructions." "I was a lot more than his assistant, Axel. I practically made the werewolf serum-" "While following his prototype!" Axel got up from the table, crossed the kitchen and held Beth's shoulders firmly. She looked up at him with teary eyes. "Never ever blame yourself for Dr Makovsky's mistakes, Beth. They were his errors to make and he made it. And whatever consequence

was only twelve." "'Was'. Is she dead?! Axel, is the little girl dead?!" Beth rushed forward and held the man by his shirt collar "Tell me!" "She's not dead," Axel pried her hands from his collar "But barely alive. I was just able to rescue her from Mike's house when

eard. Axel stared at Beth from across the kitchen while the woman muttered to herself, shaking and weeping. "I th

. Makovsky knew that if given the slightest of chances, they will all flee and leave him in the facility. But he couldn't let them go: he needed them. His plans had been thwarted by Beth already, and although the escape of his test subject was a little bump in the road, he wasn't stopping soon. Mike Sommers was only the first in a long line of mutations, and if he had been given the chance to perfect his experiments, the man would have been much more than just a normal werewolf. Mike would have been the first, the absolute best of all mutations. Dr Makovsky sighed as he looked out of the window. Mike had escaped too early. He'd had other plans for the man. A knock at the door silenced his thoughts and the doctor turned away from the