Author's Note: Finally back with another installment. However, I am sorry it is so short! School is pretty much just kicking my butt right now, along with some changes at work and stuff. I will keep working on it though.

Thank you so much for all the support and I hope you enjoy this latest part!


Chapter Five: Family Ties

Redell's Guidebook:

The older you grow as a werewolf, the more you have to try and blend in, learn the new customs of the time, not stand out so much.

That is what our race is about. Keeping well under the radar.

I once knew a werewolf who stood out so much that he was constantly being arrested or ending up on the latest less than desirable publications.

It was a thrill.

Me, I just like learning new things. The identity I've created is that of an eager young student. Get's me around pretty well, keeps me out of trouble.

Also make sure that you can find someone to forge identity papers for you every now and again. I usually like to have friends in high places. If you look closely, you'll be surprised probably at the number of werewolves that turn up in all branches of everything.

Mysterious deaths of famous people, ordinary people, the ones that lack death pictures floating around, might just be a werewolf. I once came across a werewolf who swore up and down that Elvis was roving around the desert these days as a werewolf. Don't think about it too hard.

Of course, I've heard numerous stories about who is and who isn't. You'll hear them too in the right places. Maybe even start a few.

If you hear the story involving the wolf, grandma, and a girl, some of that is mine. I helped embellish it for the Grimm brothers. It is quite popular from time to time, especially among children.

Different Entry:

Oh yes, that movie that is making the circuits of VHS now, about the werewolf in London. Fairly accurate.

But please don't sit at home watching it all day. No, there is no dead friend to be your guide. Of course, if you do have one, well then maybe you should get some help already? I'm not licensed to diagnose that sort of thing.

And your nurse probably won't love you, unless they did already.

And guns won't kill you. Not even silver.

Of course, if you want to sit at home all the time and watch movies about things you already know, then feel free.

I can't say you're wasting your life. I'm not your mother am I?

VHS. In my day, at the risk of sounding like your grandparents, we didn't have such a thing.

Fire. That was our entertainment. Going to be early. Working the land. Maybe doing some sewing.

It was a long time before I learned to read and write properly. Men over the ages have been so overbearing haven't they?

Dietrich, not matter how much older he gets, no matter how much time passes around him, still refuses to acknowledge this fact. It's one of the reasons he wants me. The unconquered woman of the romance novels. Free spirited and all of that rubbish.

That's exactly why he can't win. Human women depend on me to help save them. There are only a handful of female werewolves these days. It's a simple matter of not surviving the change.

Not because we are weak, but because our alpha refuses to acknowledge us as a viable part of the pack. Women are usually killed right after they begin showing symptoms of the virus, before the first change, and the last time we are vulnerable.

Dietrich had not meant to bite me to cure me. He was going to use it as an excuse. When I began to show symptoms of madness, he would construct an accident for my family to believe, then kill me with his bare hands the first chance he got.

Instead, I faked my own death and escaped. I was lucky.

Dietrich can hurt me, but I'm not sure he can kill me.

Different Entry:

Just got a tip from a drifter werewolf that Dietrich seems to have found something that can kill us. He seems to be testing it in some remote location of Germany now.

Werewolves in the area are disappearing and not resurfacing.

I'm going to try and find out all I can so I can record it.


On the plane, Hans was restless. It was a long flight, with stopovers as well. He was anxious to return to Germany, to track Adelaide down as soon as possible, so that he could assure himself that she wasn't in too much harm.

As he stared out into the cloud cover shielding the earth from his view, Hans felt more of Adelaide's influence coming through the connection. He shifted uneasily in the seat, turning away from both Theo and Simon.

Adelaide was worried still. He couldn't blame her. There was a deep and lasting ache in his back that was partly due to the uncomfortable seat he never could adjust to his liking and partly to whatever pain he had felt in the hotel room.

He supposed that the flesh was mending itself; or at least he hoped that was the case. He could feel the stirrings of longing growing within him. Hans just knew, like one knows that the sky is blue, that Adelaide was pining for his comfort. He was pining for hers as well.

He could tell that they were closer to Germany as the connection grew a little stronger. He could feel things slightly more potently.

"It is happening again?" Theo asked, for once, quite serious and keeping his voice as low as possible to keep from disturbing the sleeping Simon. Hans gave him a curt nod of his head as an answer.


As they made their weary way out of the airport, Hans breathed a sigh of relief that he was mostly home, taking a deep breath of the familiar air to celebrate.

"Come to my home and we'll rest. But I expect the full story later," Simon told them, stifling a yawn. One of his men was waiting nearby with a car, for the nearly two hour drive from Berlin Tegel Airport to Simon's rural home in outside of Neubrandenburg.

The late night excursions as well as international jet lag had an immediate effect on Han's body, as he fell asleep within moments of settling down in the car. Germany could wait. Simon could wait. All Adelaide was doing was waiting.

It was rather like the calm before a violent storm.

"Hey, dog breath, we're here," Theo was trying to tell him. He shook himself awake, surveying his surroundings. It was the family home, where he had grown up. Hans suppressed the memories that threatened to surface and pulled himself from the car.

"You start scratching for fleas and I'll have to make you sleep outside," Simon joked.

Hans pinned Simon with his glare, replying: "I have my flea collar."

"I see the states did not ruin your sense of humor." Hans said nothing more, pushing past his brother to the porch, so he could be a step closer in entering the house and retiring to bed. He was going to murder someone out of werewolf form if he wasn't allowed more than several hours of sleep.

"Has he always been this way?" Theo asked.

"Oh yes, ever since we were children. He lacks the love of a mother." Even though they were older, Simon still felt the need to pinprick him with memories that he had Hans didn't.

"It really is all the mother's fault isn't it?" Hans bit the inside of his cheek to avoid saying something particularly nasty. He was tired of confrontation. It was shame enough having to call Simon for help. He felt like a child all over again, constantly needing assistance with the most menial tasks.

"Oh dear brother, you know I only mean most of my jibes don't you?" Schooled in the art of cutting vital organs with a smile.

Simon withdrew a set of keys from his pocket, taking his time and finally fitting the correct one into the lock before he showed them in.

"Brother, your bedroom is still available. I left it exactly as you had it." Hans hurried up the stairs, avoiding cordial protocol, and shutting himself in only to find that Simon had not been kidding. Everything from his adolescent bed to his toy models were in place.

Maybe he would just kill his brother the old fashioned way when he was less tired he thought as he collapsed into bed.

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