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The Dead World

June 15, 2010
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I have this thing about cemeteries. I don’t like them. They creep me out. I mean, I’m not afraid of walking into one. I’m just…well, hesitant about it.

See being a werewolf has certain abilities, that carry over for me, when I’m in human form. Like ultra good hearing, strength and sense of smell, in particular. The thing about cemeteries is, it’s the smell. To humans, it’s not detectable, but to animals and me, it’s the one place, for me, that smells worse than a junkyard full of rubbish.

I’m not the only one who has this…well, I guess you’d call it sensitivity, to cemeteries. It’s actually quite common amongst beta werewolves for us to avoid, ever having to step into one. The abundance of scents, that come from within are just too much for me to handle, for all that long. So I guess, it’s why I never considered looking for vargr in one. Last place I’d want to go look-see.

Bones have a smell you know.

I deal with scents everyday, in the busy, busy, hustle and bustle world of New York. But not like this. I don’t know how to explain it, but cemeteries, are just, different.

I met Conall at the entrance to Greenwood Cemetery, he was waiting on the outside of the grounds. I wasn’t surprised to see that, considering the place was most likely smelling to him like fumes of the dead and rotting, or it was probably making his skin feel like it was being polluted in a toxic way.

Still, he was supposed to be tracking vargr. Not letting him out of his sight. I had to speak to vargr, had to confront him.

Being a lycan isn’t nearly half as fun as being a werewolf. Yes, there are distinct differences. Lycan’s aren’t allowed to live in werewolf territory. It’s pretty much every werewolf’s duty to make lycans aware of this and then to make the leading pack Alpha’s hierarchy aware of this, so they can be dealt with.

At the very least, I had to make sure Vargr was really okay, from what I’d done to him a year ago. You know, turned him into a lycan in the first place.

“Hey,” Conall greeted me with, flicking a bit of hair out of his eyes.

“Thanks for doing this.” I said walking up to the Greenwood Cemetery entrance and looking out in front of me. Even my feet seemed hesitant about me moving in there. Like my body was on alert, and knew it wouldn’t be pleasant if I stepped over the threshold of normalcy into the dead world, glazed over by perfectly manicured lawns.

“Where’s superman? Thought he’d be by your side.” Conall said looking away from me quickly. I’d have growled at him in annoyance at mocking my boyfriend Paris like that, but it wasn’t the time or the place to get into why he had to constantly be a prick to me about Paris.

“Let’s just do this, okay? No personal life melodrama. Just pack business, that’s why we’re here.” I replied

We walked in and kept walking. To the humans of Brooklyn and beyond it’s grounds, Greenwood Cemetary is rather beautiful.

To me, it’s a place that’s makes my skin crawl. I hate it.

Sure the concrete statues and marble mausoleums look innate and harmless enough. But what they don’t get is the smell. The cemetery smell of the earth mixed, leaves, rotted flesh, ash, dirt, fennel bitterness, tin and mould are amongst the first few scents that hit me when I take a deep breath and inhale. It’s how werewolves scent in the open. We get all the smells and we differentiate between them for what we are looking for. Then we can kind of lock onto it and track it.

You know, I can even tell when a cemetery ground has been consecrated. That’s got a distinct smell to it.

Of course, Conall was leading me to Vargr’s location anyway, but if Vargr, now a new lycan was able to sense us, he might consider two approaching werewolves a threat. In which case, if he was smart, he’d probably run. Conall and I would then have to give chase, on foot. So we needed to both be able to scent him if a pursuit was to follow.

More smells hit me. Mostly the repugnant smell of decaying bones. All around. Of course, I couldn’t see them, but the smell to me was being flooded throughout my entire body. I remained steadfast and kept walking, normally and with purpose, Conall by my side. He was doing just as good a job of ignoring the heeby-jebbies the cemetery was giving off.

“How did you come across Vargr?” I asked him, as we set off deeper into the cemetery grounds.

Conall shrugged his shoulders loosely. “The dude just walked past me on the street and I just caught the faintest whiff of your scent. Thought I had it wrong, so followed him and sure enough, I got your scent mingled with something else …I dunno, couldn’t put my finger on it exactly. Kind fluffy. I knew it had to be Vargr because your scent was entwined in it.”

“Fluffy?” I glanced at Conall. “What I bit him so now he’s a giant teddy bear?”

Conall gave me a look that silently told me to stop being so stupid.

“No, it’s something else. Kind of makes me think prey, but maybe not. I didn’t smell fur.”

I raised my eyebrows at this news. All werewolves and lycans, have a tainted fur smell to their physical being, even in human form. It’s just how it is. How could vargr not have a scent of fur to him?

“Maybe you didn’t get close enough, or he just was to fast moving for you to get a lock on all of him.”

“Hmm, maybe.” Conall muttered. His tone of voice letting me know he didn’t believe that was the case at all.


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