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Claws and effect

June 14, 2010
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Karma is a concept of cause and effect. But perhaps in my case, that should be claws and effect. In layman’s turns, most people will say to you, when speaking of karma “What goes around, comes around.” In otherwords, you’ll get what’s coming to you in the end. It usually implies all manner of bad behaviour and doom and gloom. And it never specifies the timeline for your karmic retribuition to be layed down upon you.

In other words, karma, my friends, is a bitch.

If you don’t live your life well and good and treat your fellow beings with the same respect you show unto yourself, or would like show unto you, then you’re screwed sunshine.

I got a phone call from all people, my ex boyfriend – Conall. Yes, I know I should have deleted his sorry name from the existence of my cell phone. But I haven’t. I guess I forgot. I should have put a block on it also. But I guess I forgot to do that too.

Although now, after the phone call I received, I think I’m rather glad I didn’t block his number.

Don’t get me wrong, pack, is pack and always will be, with us Breukelen werewolves. But Conall and I will never be together again. However, despite our differences, you could say, we still look out for one another, because we’re of the same kind. Werewolves, Breukelen werewolves.

The point to pack, is this. Protecting one another. I guess that’s why he called me.

It was a shock to my system to get his call. After all the stuff that’s gone down lately, and just when Paris and I seem to be closing the gap on our own little spat together. We couldn’t be more solid, especially since Paris told me he wants to help me find out who the lycan hunter was. He’s promised to help me, look into that lycan.

Then I get this voicemail from Conall.

“I know you’re going to be tempted to erase this message when you hear my voice. But you need to call me. This isn’t about me, It’s related to Vargr.”

You know how people will describe having something like chills run through their body at the sound of bad news or having a sinking feeling about some approaching badness? Yeah well, Vargr is my bad thing. My doing.

When Conall said that word, the hair at the back of my neck stood to attention and pulled, like a screaming child, fighting the hand that holds it still.

I swear I felt my wolf, kick me with her claws, internally. Bile rose in my throat. Not a normal reaction to a phone call, Conall or bad news for me.

But that’s because Vargr is my doing. I still carry the shame of biting a non around with me. I couldn’t come up with a solution to the problem of me possibly infecting this human with lycanthropy that didn’t involve time travel.

What was done, was done. Even if it was in self defense. Still, that’s hardly an excuse for a werewolf. We have to be in more control than some sort of reaction state.

I bit vargr in human form. So I hoped like hell, that the lycanthropy wouldn’t carry through to his bloodstream. Although, I probably broke his skin, with my supposedly “human” teeth. I bit down so hard, I hit bone and chipped my tooth.

I’ve never known any werewolf to pass on lycanthropy to a non in human form. As far as I am aware, you have to be in your tribal werewolf form to do that.

But who knows? Not me.
So I called Conall.

“I uh, got your message. How do you know it’s vargr?” I asked him nervously.

I was alone when I was mugged. So how could Conall know who vargr was?

“His scent, it had something familiar in it. Like the lightest trace of you.” Conall replied back at me. “I’d know you’re scent anywhere. You know that.”

Of course I knew that.

Werewolves can lock scents into their systems, human or animal, for their whole life and recall, the memory associated with it.

Then again, Conall and I did go out for a long time also. So I guess you could say he knew me well.

“Shit.” I decided panicking was in order.

My mind raced. So vargr, the mugger, I had initially bitten in self defense had survived the lycanthropy. But I’d created a lycan. Seriously bad news.

“I’m following him now.”

“Where are you now?”

“Headed into Greenwood Cemetary.”

No wonder I hadn’t been able to find vargr when I’d tried tracing his where about after the mugging. I’d never thought to look in a cemetery.

Why would I?

“I’ll hop on the subway, and meet you there. Just keep your distance following him. We don’t want to spook him.”

“Sure, but what are you going to do once you’re here? With him?”

“I don’t know.”

And the thing was, I didn’t. I’m not the strategist in my family, that’s my sister Bodil. She’s got the smarts for that.

“Alright, keep you posted. Get here soon.”

“On my way.” I disconnected the call looking at the phone stupefied. My mind awhirl of mixed emotions.

What’ve I done?

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Truth of the time

December 9, 2009
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So the Gowanus Canal in Brooklyn has it’s own little place on Facebook now.
Weird.

Well, if you’re a canal it’s weird.

But I guess the purpose is good. It’s just another way of the Environmental Protection Agency to communicate with it’s public audience. They list basic information about the canal that has been made into what’s called a “superfund”. Something about cleaning up all the toxins blah blah blah with more money than I could ever imagine holding in my lifetime.

It’s all fairly tame and boring, the information on the face book page etc.
You won’t find much gossip on this facebook page.

Like how last month, two warrior werewolves, let’s just call them Freki and Geri, seemed to use the Gowanus Canal as a means of hiding out whilst terrorizing the boroughs.

If you didn’t hear about this, then that’s a good thing. Believe me. It means for the most part that between the NYPD and the Breukelen Pack, they managed to contain things, you know, to an acceptable level of…loss? Control? as it were.

But it shouldn’t be all that surprising that I think about it, that Freki and Geri used the Gowanus Canal. Given how ‘particular’ those two hell hounds really are.

They’re not like regular werewolves. Hell no.
They’re more like, well I guess you would call them, pure breeds. The closest thing to the real deal and they’re, let’s just say, not “from around here”.
They’re old, like ancient old.
Stuff of legend, that none of us Breukelen even knew about.

I guess sometimes history gets buried as much as some of it gets reported. Brooklyn has a lot of history, that sure makes for an interesting read if you can get your hands on the ‘real’ version of events. Or if you know the right elders who still remember what the truth of the time was.
Whoever controls the information, has the power and all that.

That’s why it was so damn hard to find anything on these uber-werewolves, when my brother Aksel asked me to.

There just wasn’t any.
But somebody knew something, enough to bring them to my hood.

Yes people, there was a time before the internet and even, the written word.
Makes you wonder what that was like doesn’t it?

It’s all a bit Montauk Monster-ish really and gives me the wiggins.
But hey if a Canal can be social networking on Facebook, anything is possible.


Bite me

September 16, 2009
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Ahhh, so angry at myself. It’s stupid really. But of course, it had to happen.
I got mugged.

Yeah, fancy that, being mugged in New York. Like it’s unheard of. I mean really. Even a local’s fair game.

Of course, the mugger shouldn’t really have picked me. I mean, I didn’t just roll over and give up my handbag and contents. No way. I gave the creep as good as he was trying to give me. I struggled and I fought him and I think I may have bit him, which is probably why he THEN pulled the knife out on me. I let go of everything and pretty much flew backwards, against the wall. Pressing myself into it.

I don’t condone violence, and I enjoy life a great deal.

In all likely-hood the knife was probably only made of stainless steel. But one can never tell and I’d rather not be so freak’n close to one that’s pointed at my eye socket.

So I lost my Chloe handbag and everything in it, including my Ipod, my cell phone, wallet with money, credit card, drivers license, all that crap that you know I have to now go and cancel and get re-issued. Of course cancelling all the credit cards and stuff is a hassle, it takes forever for them to be sent back out to me and I have no cash to live off that I can access. So annoying.

But I can get over the inconvenience of that. It’s the biting bit that really has me worried.
What is the one thing a werewolf should not do to a (Non) werewolf?

Okay there are several things, but biting is up there.

You see the deal is with all my snappy teeth and ferocious growl to boot, it should have been enough to freak that guy out and scare him off. Granted I’m only a beta, so I can’t do the shape-shift just your teeth till they look like sharpened canines trick like my sister Bodil. I mean that is freaky and totally scary when her human face smiles at you menacingly with wolf teeth. Kind of gives me chills thinking about it.

I didn’t leap at him and rip half his throat out, but the inclination was there. Just under the surface of my initial panic and anger. My wolf wanted in on the fight. So apart from having to fight the urge to shift to werewolf form, I had to fight the creep off and somewhere in the struggle I lost focus and concentration and well, bit him.

A girlie reaction I guess you could call it.

Problem with a bite from a werewolf, is not like a “love bite” or a hicky. It’s not dainty. You don’t get left with two perfectly small puncture wounds and a bit of drool on your neck. Well you don’t when you’re actually in wolf form. A bite from a werewolf is more like “allow me to rip your shoulder open and sink my teeth into your tendons” kind of bite. The I love meat bite.

IT DOESN’T TICKLE.

But I bit him and chipped my tooth, in human form. Not Wolf form.
I’m not sure where that lands me in the scheme of things.

I spoke to my sister Bodil about it all. She “didn’t” encourage me to report it to the Police, because she like me is unclear about what could happen to the mugger if my bite takes hold. She unlike me, has never bitten anyone.

She pointed out, that the fact that I chipped my tooth and the guy screamed before pulling out the knife, also probably indicated I bit down, extremely hard, maybe to the bone.

Werewolf teeth, fucking hardcore.

You want to know how strong my bite is, the pressure of my jaw on his shoulder? Just read a first hand accounts of those who have survived werewolf attacks. Not that I was attacking him. I was fighting him in defense. Anyway just go looking for police records of such ‘suspicious violent attack’ under the freedom of information act. It’s all there, if you know what to look for.

Of course, the problem with biting is, it’s the most common way of “turning” someone into a werewolf. The problem being twofold.

One, packs have laws against this.

Two, reason being, Lycanthropy comes from a bite, as opposed to those who are born werewolves. Lycanthropy is considered a diseased form of the werewolf gene, passed more than likely through blood and all that. Somehow it gets mutated in a Non-werewolf body. So potentially, this mugger, could be a werewolf in the making. Thirdly, and hardly least of all, biting and “infecting” a Non is has consequences for the wolf involved, pack punishment is never lite.

Great. Just fucking great.

Of course, I was kind of in shock after the dude grabbed my bag and ran off. So I didn’t think of this till later. Much later, like it was so late, there was no way I could pick up his scent and trail him. So I couldn’t tell him and even if I could, would I? Would he believe me? And if he did believe me, I’m sure he’d have just used that knife on me. Only, maybe fatally. But maybe I could’ve warned him. Told him to look out for symptoms.

There are those doctors in the know, who think lycanthropy is treatable. But
I think you have to get it in the early stages of it’s development. It can take awhile to surface, there are so many symptoms that unless you know what to look for, you might pass it off for other regular ailments.

But I’ve never heard of anyone being “cured” of being a werewolf.

Werewolves are a bit like the marines. Once a werewolf, ALWAYS a werewolf.
No part time gig. Ah crap.

I haven’t told my Alpha yet. Too freakn scared.

Did I forget to mention that that out of recorded werewolf attack cases, reported to police in the U.S, only 20% of victims survive the initial attack, and less than 5% survive the initial first moon, shape-shift?

So if he dies from my bite, I’m a murder and if he survives from my bite, chances are 50/50 that in about two months time, he’ll be a changed man. Not only that, but if he does become a werewolf – I’ll have created a criminal werewolf. Enhanced strength and speed for bullying and mugging people. Well technically he’ll be a Lycan if he goes furry. That’s what turned werewolves are called. And he won’t be welcome in a werewolf pack. They generally don’t allow Lycans in. Either way it’s not good at all. No, not good.

I got to find this guy.


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