All right guys long chapter and dumb way to post it with all these different links...but now I know.  Also, at the end you'll find the plot to the story, some of it anyway...Here goes!!!


With a roar, Andre leaped at Adam.  He was inches away when Adam pulled the trigger.  A monstrous roar and white flash of fire struck the werewolf; blood erupted from Andre’s chest, spraying into Adam’s face.  The force of the recoil from the shotgun and Andre driving his shoulders into his chest drove Adam into the road.  He groaned loudly as his spine bounced off of the concrete.  Long, sharp nails raked along Adam’s ribs as the werewolf stood up.
    He didn’t feel the nails; he only noticed the pressure lift off of his chest.  Andre took a staggering step back.  In the pale moonlight, Adam could see the jagged hole the shotgun blew through Andre’s body.  Blood leaked from the wound in his chest to pool on the concrete, the drips inaudible.  Adam grimaced at what was in the hole; he’d never seen anything like it before.  The bloodied white ribs protecting the weakly beating heart, the heart itself was pumping with each slow beat.  Andre was looking down at his heart with wide eyes.  The burnt skin around the wound reaching towards him as Andre’s chest heaved in quick breaths.
    Adam had one more shell left in the gun; he could have sworn there were eight in the in the gun.  The other shells were in his coat pocket.  He was going to only need one more.  Hissing through clenched teeth, he squirmed on his back a few inches.  A hard lump rubbed against his back.  Arching his back to uncurl the leather coat, the lump fell to the ground with a metallic clang.  It was a shotgun shell.  The shell gleamed bright silver in the moonlight.  It was a silver bullet in the heart that would kill the werewolf tonight.
    Footsteps were running towards them.  He glanced over and saw Sarah running down the stoop.  She was saying something but he couldn’t hear her.  Adam ignored her and prepared to kill the werewolf.
    He lowered the gun and loaded the silver shell into the barrel.  Andre hunched over as the hole in his chest started sealing itself.  Adam didn’t wait to watch the skin and torn ligaments reforming the light, useless, barrier around the heart.  He leveled the double barrel at Andre’s heart.  Andre snarled and lunged at Adam’s chest.  Adam pulled the trigger, the buckshot shredded the heart and left a bloody hole the size of a dinner plate in Andre’s back.  Hot blood sprayed into Adam’s face as he was shoved hard onto the road by the corpse.
    He pushed the dead werewolf off of his body and onto the road.  He laid his head on the warm road and stared at the stars.  Sarah’s worried eyes replaced the glowing white stars with a dark blue a few seconds later.  “Help me drag my old ass to the car,â€� Adam whispered hoarsely.  He lifted his upper body and he could feel Sarah’s arms under his armpits.  With her puling and him wriggling on the ground, they quickly had him leaning his back on the back door of the Mercedes.
    William crawled out of the shattered basement window, thick black smoke curling behind him.  He staggered a few feet, coughing into his fist; he held his pistol in his other.  Spotting his wife and Adam by the Mercedes, he forced the coughs to stop and ran to them.  He slowed to a walk a few feet away.  Sarah cautiously stepped forward; William grabbed her shoulders, frowning. 
    “Are you okay?â€� he asked.
    Sarah nodded quickly and looked over her husband’s shoulder at the growing inferno.  “Where’s Jeff?â€� She asked, backing away a step.  William frowned, shook his head.  He looked every where but his wife’s bloodied face.  His roaming eyes found Adam in the semi-darkness.  “Where is Jeff?â€� Sarah asked slowly, her voice rising.
    Gritting his teeth, William turned to the smoke and fire and pointed.  His mouth twitched, sweat beaded his forehead and dripped over his three day old stubble.  Adam knew his son couldn’t tell Sarah her partner, one of her closest friends, was burning to dust in the raging fire of Hell.  Tell her, tell her, don’t you dare gently caressing breakdown now, follow the code! Adam willed his sons emotional stability to stay strong.
    The code a hunter of the Lunar Riders followed stated that a Rider should show no emotion before or after the hunt, so as to keep a clear mind and no make no mistakes on the next hunt.  A hunter had to study the prey for any weakness before killing it.  For the week before the hunt, the Rider must have only thoughts of the weakness in his head.  Ignore work, eat more to gather strength, fall to a long sleep with images of the fight in their dreams; was the basic lifestyle for a Rider in that week.

    William took a deep breath and closed his eyes, winning against the emotions.  On the second deep breath he opened his eyes and looked deeper into the fire.  “In Hell’s basement,â€� he said quietly.  Sarah shook her head, knees buckling.  William caught her by the shoulders and guided her back up.  He cupped her chin in his broad right hand and jerked her face to look into his.  Tears were streaming down her face, pooling at the ridges of his fingers; they dripped to the blacktop in dark blotches against the moonlight.
    “You have to stay strong for a little while more,â€� he said.  Sarah’s jaws trembled between the grips of his fingers and the valley of his palm.  Leaning closer, William gripped her jaw tighter, sewing her teeth together.  “You have to get firefighters, EMT, and a few units down here now, do you understand me.  Good, now hurry.â€� He said, releasing her.  Sarah stumbled to the cruiser and leaned in through the passenger door, grabbing the radio in shaking hands.
    He briskly walked over to his father who was looking at the sky.  Adam looked at his son with half lidded eyes.  “I was bitten William,â€� Adam wheezed when William crouched down.  William let out a deep sigh, clenched his fists and punched the cement with his right.  Gritting his teeth, he looked down to Adam’s legs, his father pointed to the left leg.  He saw the white bone and flesh in jagged red strips.
    The pistol in his hand grew heavier with the burden it was about to carry out.  William knew full well what the Rider’s code said about being bitten.  He didn’t want to accept it; he never believed that part of the code would affect his father’s life.  If a Rider was bitten by a werewolf, they were to take their own life so they don’t turn.
    Adam was known for his undoubted loyalty to the Riders and the destruction of the werewolves.  So was his son and partner William.  William ejected the clip of his pistol, emptied the first bullet and pulled a silver bullet out of his jeans pocket.  He replaced the bullet with the silver one and mashed the clip back in.  Before Adam took the gun, he pulled the golden ring of the Rider off of his finger, held it in the palm of his left hand. 
    “Be careful when hunting William, the werewolves are evolving faster than we thought.â€�  He paused, “Give this to your son; it’s his when he’s ready,â€� he held his palm up to William.  His son took the ring and held it in his hand tightly.  Adam put the coldly gleaming barrel under his chin, locked onto William’s welling eyes.
    “Goodbye William.â€� Adam whispered.  He closed his eyes, swallowed, clenched his jaws, and swallowed again.  William swallowed and looked over to the cruiser at his beautiful wife who was almost done chattering into the radio.
    He could only see the back of her head; he knew her eyes would be hard and determined.  Determined to save Adam, determined to at least save her partner’s body; she wanted to save two of the most important men in her life.  It was too late to save those men; William knew it, but Sarah didn’t.  Adam pulled back the hammer, pulled the trigger.  A splash of thick hot blood hit William’s arm in heavy blotches.  He didn’t watch his father pull the trigger that would take him off of this world.
    Sarah jumped comically at the sound of the gunshot; the crown of her head smacking off the ceiling of the, she dropped the radio.  Crawling backwards out of the car, she ran the few feet to William.  A heavy sigh escaped her as she looked down at Adam’s body.  She ran both hands through her hair.
    “William,â€� Sarah said, waving an arm in a circle, indicating around them.  “What the gently caress is going on here?â€�
    He didn’t know how to tell his wife she had just fought a werewolf.  So he just told her straight forwardly.  “We were hunting werewolves.â€� William said bluntly, bouncing on the balls of his feet and looking everywhere but his wife’s face.  He held his wrists together behind his back and bounced back and forth on his heels.  William started wondering why Sarah hadn’t reacted yet, he looked at his wife.  Her eyes were narrow slits; the rest of her face was blank.
    “I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught that,â€� Sarah said arching her eyebrows.  She leaned closer and cupped her ear.  “What were we doing?â€�
    William sighed, “Hunting werewolves.â€� Sarah stepped back and glared at him.
    “That is the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard.â€� She snarled.
    William pulled something out of his pocket.  It was a dull gold in the moonlight.  The object was the size of a wallet and rectangular, Jeff’s badge.  He pulled out a second object, a necklace.  The necklace was a simple gold chain with a small emerald dragon eating its tail.  He walked past her and put both of Jeff’s items on the trunk of the cruiser, Sarah’s laughter died down.
    Before she could respond, he brushed past her shoulder and walked to Andre’s corpse.  Leaning over the body, William stared into the eyes.  "Your next Darkwolf," he whispered into the corpse's face.  "Your next,"

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