Corvin - Professor Wolfensteins Lycan Lust

Howling Moon: Professor Wolfenstein's Lycan Lust By

Brandy Corvin

Copyright 2012 by Brandy Corvin

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"Professor! Professor!" my voice rang down the e mpty corridor. I doubled my pace hoping to catch a glimpse of his shadow.

"Yes Tyler?"

WHOA!

I turned around to see Professor Wolfenstein's looming figure staring back at my smaller self. Dude scared the shit outta me! How the hell did do that? I wondered as my mind also tried to find the words to deliver.

"Ah yes, Professor, I was at your class today and I found your lecture on werewolves extremely fascinating"

The stoic, old man in front of me raised a suspicious eyebrow.

"Fascinating you say," he repeated my words with interest, "I've studied the occult and the paranormal my whole life, and this is the first time a student has taken an interest in my work."

He likes me! I thought enthusiastically as I continued my proposal.

"Yes Professor, I find your work absolutely astounding and the evidence that you raised practically irrefutable. How one can only become a werewolf if bitten or scratched by one, how only silver bullets are effective against their tough hides, and all those documented incidents of werewolf encounters!" I raved, sighing excitedly.

"Other students may be interested in economics or medicine or engineering, but me? Professor I may be a physics student myself, but I was honestly stunned by your work and would like to work under you, out of pure interest."

I held my breath, knowing that his response would determine whether I could find inner peace.

"Hmm, Tyler, was it?" I saw the sparkle in Professor Wolfenstein's eye.

"I do seem to have a position for research assistant open for several semesters. Of course since you're the first person to take this up you'll have no one else but me to guide you. Some one-on-one time with each other what do you think?"

Yes!

"Why not, Professor?" I looked at him and smiled, noticing the bulge in his pants grow by three inches.

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"Why, Tyler?" The Professor asked me outright.

I stared at him confused, not knowing what he meant.

"Why what, Professo-"

His unnaturally strong, toned arms pinned me to the wall in one fell swoop. I yelped helplessly as he stared at me with his strange yellow eyes.

"Professor I-"

"DON'T PLAY WITH ME, BOY!" he growled, his eerily deep voice sent shivers of fear, strangely mixed with arousal, down my spine.

He came so close I could feel his breath on my skin. The air between us was suddenly sucked into his lungs as he sniffed me like an animal.

"Why out of all the disinterested students, you are the only one with an unhealthy interest in werewolves. You've shown no greater enthusiasm for my work on vampires, gnomes, pygmies. But werewolves?

You wear your heart on your sleeve, jumping straight into the fray like an excited pup. My instincts are almost always right, and they're telling me now that your interest in werewolves is beyond academic. So you have five seconds to tell me your motivations before I send you packing back home!"

We were in his private lab on the school grounds. It was the school holidays and he had asked me back to do some 'werewolf research' but little did I know it was a trap!

"Uhh, I"

"Five."

"Professor, please I -"

"Four."

His grip on me grew tighter and colder.

"I know my actions may have been suspicious but I-"

" Three. "

"Look, I'm just very interested in-"

" One. "

Oh shit, the look in his eyes seemed almost nonhuman now. I had to come clean and save my life.

"Alright Professor! I'll tell you why!" I exclaimed desperately.

He stared me at expectantly.

"It's a long story, but yes, my interest in werewolves is personal. I know werewolves are real. Not in the fantasy sense where they can't control themselves and can only be killed by silver bullets, but werewolves -like creatures really exist in a way. I've seen it when I was young. Werewolves killed my family and kidnapped my brother Gabriel.

When I was eight, I can still remember the day like it happened yesterday."

I fell to my knees as he let go of me. Choking as I tried to recover my breath.

He continued to stare at me. I guess I had to finish my story after all.

"I was in my room playing, when I heard a scream. By the time I rushed downstairs, I saw both my mom and dad dead. I can still remember the porcelain mug that she was holding. It lay on the ground in pieces. The gun my dad was so proud of, bent and broken after being used to blow his head off. I stood at this gaping hole in the kitchen wall that the attackers made as they escaped. A bunch of shadowy figures were walking away, hanging over the shoulder of one of those figures was Gabriel. He looked up and met my eyes, seemingly pleading for me to come rescue him. But what could I do? I was only eight, and if my strong dad with his gun couldn't match up to them, who could?"

"How did you know it was werewolves?" Professor Wolfenstein eyed me curiously.

I paused, my tears subconsciously fell onto the dusty laboratory floor as a familiar old fear overcame my body.

"Because" my voice started cracking up.

"One of those figures emerged in the moonlight. It was humanoid in shape, but bore the head of a wolf. It looked up at the bright, full moon and uttered such a guttural howl till today I can't stop trembling when I hear something like that."

The tears fell freely now, it was liberating, finally telling someone what I saw after all those years of confusion, sadness and torment.

Would the Professor believe my sordid tale of werewolves?

"They blew your dad's head off you say was your mother's head left intact?"

What? I thought, now he's doing some fact checking?

I furrowed my brow as I tried to remember more specific details about this traumatic incident many years ago.

"Yea," I managed at last, "I think both their heads were missing, it was strange, the police said they died from being clawed at, scratched but not bitten. Don't werewolves bite their victims in the process, Professor?"

Professor Wolfenstein's demeanor completely changed.

"If what you say is true, then the only logical conclusion to this is that your parents were already dead even before the werewolves attacked your house."

What?

This was a revelation.

"Werewolves do indeed bite their victims when they kill them, but the only type of creature they don't dare bite are," his voice dropped into a whisper, " vampires. "

"Professor, are you serious?" I asked hesitantly. There was no doubt in my mind that werewolves existed, so I guess it wouldn't be that hard to believe that vampires did too.

"Vampires are easily killed by decapitation which would explain the condition of the corpses in your living room. Couple that with a centuries-long feud between vampires and werewolves, I believe, and it's only a theory for now, that your brother was a werewolf too. That explains the motivation to save him from the vampires that killed your parents before hand and assumed their form. It's pack mentality, if one of us in trouble, all of us are," Professor Wolfenstein concluded at last.

I stared at him speechlessly, mouth agape.

"Uh, excuse me Professor, but did you say 'if one of us is in trouble'?"

I watched as his face slowly turned beet red from his gaffe.

"Alright, I have a confession to make." he sighed at last, "I'm Professor Wolfenstein PhD (Occult and Supernatural studies). But I'm also a werewolf. My pack's been in this decades-long fight against vampires ever since I could remember and my way of contributing to the war effort is to gather up as much information on the enemy as possible."

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