A Werewolf's Saga Books 1, 2, & 3 (A Werewolf's Saga Boxed Sets)

by Michael Lampman

  A young boy now stepped to the side of the carriage, following his aroma, as the woman left the side of it and moved around towards the back of it. She opened another door there and disappeared somewhat behind it, but it was only briefly. She returned carrying what looked like bags in both of her hands, and laid them down at her feet next to her.

  The boy went to the front of the carriage and there he stopped. He watched him turn towards him, feeling his eyes; he ducked back around the side of the building and held his breaths. He knew that the boy couldn’t see him. He wanted none of what would happen, if he did. Thankfully, the smells of them began to move quickly. He looked back around the corner and watched the woman carrying the bags with her to the front of the building, and watched her open a door and continued as she disappeared inside it. Her smell vanished with her.

  He turned his attention back to the boy, but a new smell coursed its way towards him, off to his left. A sweet aroma of must carried to him on the breeze. It was there, coming from the other side of the long road, so he looked, and saw an animal, staring ahead, looking towards the boy. Its smell filtered so strongly. Its heavy mustiness made it almost overpowering to his senses. It filled his pallet and flared his mind. The deer looked powerful. He looked at it and could feel drool forming in his jaws. It felt like magic. It would taste so wonderful if he could catch it.

  The boy disappeared behind the door and the deer’s smell replaced his in its entirety. It smelled so beautiful. It coursed through his veins. He wanted it, now more than ever.

  The boy said something from behind the room, but his voice sounded calm. He sounded peaceful. He didn’t see him. He had to be watching the deer.

  His eyes left the building and turned back towards it. It too wasn’t looking at him. He could feel its heart beat softly inside its chest. It felt normal. It felt reserved. It meant that it didn’t see him either. It must be watching the boy. That was good. If he was going to get it, he had better be ready. It would smell him fast. It would run from him just as fast.

  He bent down, readying himself for the pounce. He used the side of the building to support his massive weight until he felt ready. He felt strong. The time came now.

  He flew, throwing his weight to his legs, and brought his hands to the pavement, using them to help him with his speed. He ran across the road as fast as he could go, and reached the other side of it with true power in his massive stride.

  The deer saw him just as he reached the middle of the street, but it was too late. It tried to turn, but he was there too fast.

  He grabbed it with both hands, thundering with it into the cover of the trees. Safely covered, he lifted the deer high into the air, and carried it with him as he ran. It kicked some, so he bit down on its throat, using his teeth to pierce its neck. It took only moments for its movements to stop. Its heart stopped beating quickly not that long afterwards. Its breathing grew short, and then nothing at all came from its lungs. It died quickly. It ended so fast.

  He carried it with him until he found a peaceful place within the trees, and there he laid the beast down at his feet. It felt so warm. It felt so firm. He couldn’t wait to taste its flesh. He couldn’t wait to devour its tender taste, but first, he had to look around. He had to be sure that he was alone with his prize. He wanted the meal, but he wanted it in peace. It came as his instinct. He had no other choice.

  Nothing else was there; he smelled nothing around him for miles, so he bent down, covering its warmth with his own.

  He went for the hind end first. He ripped into its thigh, and swallowed it down with all of his hunger until there was nothing left but bone. It tasted fantastic as he ate it with all of his leisure and more.

  5

  He came to the clearing, smelling that sweet aroma coming towards him. They smelled so fantastic. They smelled so wonderful. They came right at him, moving around the bend in the road. They were almost to him now. He could see their halos surrounding them with the lights of the buildings behind them illuminating the springtime air. He prepared for the pounce that he would have to make to get to them. When he saw them coming closer, he squatted down, readying his legs.

  They were almost there.

  He could see the man’s blonde hair glistening in the moonlight overhead. The woman’s dark colored hat looked firmly in place over her gentle black hair. The smell of their flesh smelled so overpowering that they nearly made him have to swallow his own drool. The breeze carried that smell, so strong and so wonderful to his sense of taste.

  When they came right up on him, he jumped, flying from the trees.

  He went for the man first, tackling him to the ground.

  The woman, standing so close to him, fell to the ground with them.

  Quickly, he bit down onto the back of the man’s neck until he could feel him stop moving. Overall, his attack felt brutal. He felt strong. The man didn’t have the chance to fight him.

  The woman started to scream just moments after the attack started, and the sounds of her shrieks hurt his ears, causing him to have to go for her quickly. He had to stop her sounds. He had to silence the pain that her voice now caused him.

  She kicked. She pushed. She fought him with her legs. The hat that she wore now lied on the ground between them. She kicked it to him. He crushed it beneath his mass.

  He jumped her fast, biting down on her throat. Blood oozed through his teeth, and the taste wrapped around his tongue. It all tasted just as magnificent as he tore at her breasts, swallowing down her moist flesh with a hungry stride. She tasted beyond fantastic. She tasted like wonder in itself. His mind became lost. He felt so good to be alive. He couldn’t resist it. He now lived within his ultimate joy.

  The sounds of the heartbeat rang through his ears and came to him quickly, as the sweet fresh smell coursed through his nose. It sounded too intense. It smelled so strong. He didn’t expect the sound and didn’t expect the smell, so he turned to it, looked down at the woman’s belly, and could hear the beating stop. The sweet smell, flared in his mind. He knew what it had to be. He knew what it was. It had to be there, but the baby was now obviously no longer alive.

  He lifted himself off its mother and brought himself to his hands.

  What did you do? How could you do it?

  He killed a child. He killed a life before it began. Knowing it, agony gripped his mind. Feeling it, pain coursed through his soul. He lifted his head to the moonlit sky and howled off into the night. The fear felt strong. The pain in his heart felt immense. He screamed from the disgust of it all.

  What did you do? How could you do such a thing?

  His mind turned.

  Next, he saw himself walking along a familiar street. He never saw the place before, but even with that said; everything still looked familiar. It looked something like seeing your hometown again after leaving it for some time, before coming back again.

  He walked down the street over to a sidewalk, and followed it until he came across what looked like a row of houses, attached together along the street. Each house had a single front door. Each door had a small set of stairs that led up to them from the sidewalk.

  He went to the third door on his right, a red colored door with golden brass fittings and saw the number 1474 just to the right of the door. He saw himself walk up the steps and come to it and stop on the last step. He opened the door, but didn’t step inside.

  Instead, he saw himself now standing in front of a mirror, the type that one has just above a sink in their bathroom. He walked to the mirror and saw a face with long blonde hair, and deep blue eyes, staring back at him. He knew the face instantly. It was Collins, and he saw himself looking through Collins’ eyes and seeing himself in the mirror.

  Collins looked directly to himself and smiled. “Remember me. Remember. Call for him. Call for Kalima.” His voice sounded so plain. His face looked so pale.

  Kaleema? Kalima? Who’s Kalima?

  Collins bowed his head.

  Jimmy opened his eyes, and rolled over, fe
eling moistness beneath his right arm. He looked to it, feeling more than just numb, he felt disjointed. He felt confused. The fear and hate for what he did to the woman and her child raced through his mind. How could he have killed something so young? How could he have stopped a life before it even had the chance to start? What did I do? That poor woman. That poor baby. I did it. I killed them both.

  He sat up, looked down at his naked chest, and instantly saw what looked like dried and matted blood covering him completely. Seeing it, and with his mind fixed on the woman, he screamed a high-pitched sound that echoed all around him, and quickly and being quite startled, he pushed himself up to his knees, and then pushed himself up to his feet. What the fuck did I do? It has to be from them. It has to be the woman’s blood. He kept his eyes down, and saw that every part of his naked body looked covered with it.

  What had he done?

  Oh God! He brought his hands up to his chest, and wiped at the blood stained masses, as his hands came back away still somewhat damp. Fuck! His heart raced, and his mind fluttered. Now feeling everything, it made him feel suddenly nauseous. It made him feel sick with the thought of all that he probably did. He looked around, and saw the height of the trees around him. The area looked quiet. The woods seemed calm. He could hear nothing but birds singing. It all seemed so peaceful. It would have all seemed so right, except for the blood, except for what he did. He stepped back and his left bare foot stepped on something behind him. It felt cool and almost moist. It also felt solid. He looked down and felt sure that he was going to see the woman lying there at his feet. It had to be her. He dreamed it. He saw her. He watched her die, but what he saw made him gasp all the same.

  A deer lye there, torn and ripped apart. Its skin was for the most part gone with only its head looking to be still intact. He could see its ribs. He could see every bone. It looked like all of its flesh was missing. Blood surrounded everywhere around what was left of it. It covered the leaves. It covered the trunk of the tree next to him. Seeing it, he stepped back, screaming again in surprise.

  “What the fuck?” He looked up to the trees, seeing the bright sun shining down at the tops of all of them. They made nothing but shadows all around him. He gushed, swallowing his own breaths. “I killed a deer?” Surprise flew through him as his heart skipped a beat. He felt shocked, but realizing that it was only a deer and not the woman, he breathed. He swallowed the pain back down inside his mind. It was just a dream. It was just a nightmare. The wolf took a deer. It kept to an animal. He took another deep breath as the relief for doing just that, swept through his heart. He felt better, and it made him feel even more relaxed. He looked back down to what was left of the deer and looked to its head.

  Its tongue was hanging out of its mouth. Its eyes were still open and they looked like they were staring right through him. He knelt down over it and looked over everything else. Seeing how big the animal was, made him gush again.

  I was able to take down a big fucking deer. He swallowed. If I can take this down, what else can I do? What else can I kill? Thinking this, he bowed his eyes and stood back straight. He shook his head. At least it was just a deer. At least it was just that. He nodded and shrugged his shoulders with a subtle calm. There seemed to be nothing else to do about it, so he turned back to the area around him.

  He looked behind him, and could hear the sound of running water not that far away. He could hear it almost as if it were running directly beside him. He turned back to his chest and looked at the blood. I’ve got to clean up. I can’t go anywhere looking like this. He had to get rid of the blood. He had to hide the crime.

  He decided and left the carcass and made his way through the trees following the sound of the water. After several hundred yards, he came to what looked like a small creek running through the trees. He walked down the slight grade of it and made it into the water.

  The cold felt strong but it refreshed him all the same. He bent down, grabbed a hand’s full of that cold water, and rinsed it all over his chest. Each time, the blood slowly washed away. It really didn’t take all that long to clean himself up.

  When he finished, he walked back up the edge of the creek and made his way back to the carcass of the deer. Seeing it again, he felt calmer. All of the fear that he felt before faded away. He was also able to relax. Now all he had to do was to find his clothes.

  He looked to his right and lying right next to a large tree, not maybe thirty feet away, he saw his jeans. Not far from the jeans, he could see his blue dress shirt, lying in the leaves. I must have changed right here? He walked to his jeans. At least the beast thought about me somewhat. He bent down and picked them up. Slowly, he put them back on.

  He felt refreshed and completely normal again once dressed. It made him feel somewhat human again. It made him feel even more relaxed that it seemed to be over. It is. I can feel it. The moon has passed. The eyes weren’t there. His mind felt clear. The animal felt calm. He felt like himself again. He wasn’t sure how he knew what he did, but it really didn’t seem to matter anymore. He just did, and he left it at that.

  He took his time walking back through the trees. It took hours to find the diner and the motel again that he saw the night before. He made it back to the train station a few hours after that. The cool morning air seemed to help him with his effort to relax and calm as he walked. Everything felt fresh. Everything felt crisp. When he stepped onto the train station platform, he felt almost reborn. He wondered if that had to do anything with the change. In a way, it all made sense. The cycle completed itself, and with it, a new one has just began.

  When he boarded the train, he felt completely like himself again. Everything that happened with the deer was now nothing more than just a dream. Everything felt like a fog. The only thing now on his mind was to get back to the city and get back with everything that he was doing before the full moon came. He had to get back and find the woman again. He didn’t know how long that would take to do, but he knew that it wouldn‘t take that long. They all had habits. They all kept to them. He knew that they would be easy to find.

  6

  The streets turned full of life when he made it back to the city. The night already came, and people seemed to be everywhere. For him, it made everything look strange. Kind of busy for a Wednesday, isn’t it? The streets were crowded, and that made everything feel wrong. Seeing that, his stomach flinched, and it made him gasp some. He didn’t understand it.

  Walking by a typical newsstand of the city, which lined the street and the sidewalk, the answer for what he felt came out to him like a thunderbolt. Next to the opening of the stand, a newspaper was lying there, and it caught his attention almost instantly. What in the hell? He blinked. He breathed hearty and full. Saturday? It can’t be Saturday. It’s Wednesday. I left the city Tuesday night. It can’t be, it just can’t. He had to look at it twice just to get the date to register in his mind. It shouldn’t be three days later. There had to be something wrong. He looked from the paper and turned to the rather older looking man behind the booth.

  “What’s the day?” He felt all of his blood leave his face within the blink of an eye. Everything made him feel numb. He even felt weak in the knees, and it made him feel completely disjointed. He looked at the man and studied him intently, preparing himself for the answer that he might hear. He just couldn’t be sure of anything anymore, that much was certain.

  “What in the hell are you talking about buddy?” the old man huffed. He had no time for games.

  “It’s Saturday?” Jimmy looked down at the paper and back up to the man again. He looked into his green, bloodshot eyes.

  “You going to buy the damn thing or not?” the man huffed with a heavy nicotine splashed breath. He had a hint of bourbon there too.

  Hearing him, Jimmy swallowed. The man wasn’t answering him and that said only one thing. The paper was right. It had to be Saturday. I was gone for three days. How is that possible? He didn’t remember any of it. He couldn’t remember anything more than the deer,
so what he heard had to be wrong, but here it was—there it read. How did I miss three days? What else did I do that I can’t remember? His mind turned back to the dream—or was it real. He saw the woman and man again walking in their stroll. He then saw his attack on them just as they reached him. Seeing it, feeling it, it made him wonder how many others had he killed, and that thought made him swallow shallow, and caused a cool chill to race down his arms and up his spine. It all made him shiver. It made him feel weak. What did I do those days? What did I do those nights? He didn’t know. He had no other way to explain anything.

  He looked back out to the street and to all of the people that made their ways down Broadway, and now knowing the day and seeing all of them; it explained everything. It is Saturday. Seeing the fine clothes some of them wore, only confirmed that the weekend already started in full swing.

  He swallowed a now dry mouth as he placed the paper back to the top of the counter at the booth.

  He left the stand just as quietly, turned, and made his way down the street, completely shocked by where he now was—what he now felt. Everything he saw, all told him so much. The wolf had been busy for three days, and worse yet, was the deer the only thing that it took. He wasn’t sure of anything else, so he just walked. He moved. His mind wasn’t his. He seemed lost. He seemed completely consumed, and before long, he reached a quiet section of town with very few people around him and that made him feel somewhat better. He turned left and before he knew where he was, he found himself in a darkened alleyway surrounded by brick walls, and there he stopped. There, he finally seemed to breathe.

  Where in the hell am I? He turned and looked back, seeing nothing but his own loneliness around him. You’re always heading in the wrong direction. You’re always lost. You’re always confused. He looked up.

  The darkness looked all too consuming. He was about to look down, but the smell of heavy cologne and the smell of stale sweat brought his mind back to its place.