Wednesday, January 25, 2012

#WerewolfWeds The Hag - Chapter 17

#WerewolfWeds The Hag - Chapter 17 Please check my #WerewolfWeds page for an overview of this. Thanks.

That night, Teodor told Bilge he couldn't work. Amanda gave Teodor an odd look as he walked out of the bar. Teodor pulled his collar up as he walked down the street. Steopa had suggested that they go hunting, tonight was a good night.

Teodor caught a cab and took it to the center of Konakove, the large square in front of the church. The cab drove off, leaving Teodor alone in the middle of the square. A shadow moved next to the large church.

Steopa stepped into the light green glow of the street lamp. “Teodor,” he said, “What brings you here?”

“I need to hunt,” he said, “But a certain person.”

“Who?” Steopa asked.

“A young kid, he stabbed me a couple nights ago,” Teodor said.

Steopa raised an eyebrow.

“With a silver hollow tipped dagger, filled with silver filings.”

“Tell me everything you know,” Steopa said.

Teodor did.

They went to the Chinese take out place first. Steopa tried the door, it was locked. He jerked the door open, breaking the lock off. Teodor went ahead. He glanced over his shoulder. If this was a private residence, Steopa would not be able to enter. Steopa walked inside. He closed the door behind him.

Teodor sniffed the air. TJ's scent was still strong. Steopa stayed alongside Teodor as he bounded up the stairs. A door opened at the first landing. A small man, in a rumpled suit stepped into the hallway. He saw Teodor and Steopa, and pressed his back against the door. A woman, wearing only her bra and panties had come to the open door. She jumped behind the man and hid her face.

Teodor smiled at them. His teeth were longer than a humans. Steopa grunted and pushed past the hooker and her client. Teodor sniffed the air. TJ was still in the building.

“How fast do you want him to die?” Steopa asked.

“After I get some information,” Teodor said.

“Good. I am hungry.”

At the top of the stairs, the scent was the strongest. There were three doors in the hallway. One had a small peeling sign on it that read; Robert Braid Investigation. Through the door, Teodor could hear rock music playing and laughter.

Teodor sniffed around the door. Underneath the smell of drugs and alcohol was the smell of TJ, he was inside. Steopa placed his hand against the door.

“I can enter,” he said.

Teodor stepped back, and gestured to the door. Steopa forced his claws in between the door and the door frame. He yanked on the door. The door hinges snapped off the wooden frame. Steopa tossed the door down the stairs.

It was an old office, that had been converted into a makeshift living area. Mattresses lined the walls, couches and chairs were scattered throughout middle part of the room. The rock music was coming from a large stereo system. The young kids that were inside, stared at the door.

“Which one?” Steopa asked.

Teodor scanned the room. TJ was not in the main room. “I'll go find him, make sure they don't leave.” One of the braver young partiers stood up. He was an average height black man, but had a large muscular frame.

“What the fuck?” he said.

Teodor walked up to the black man. “You know TJ?”

The black man, pulled out a gun and pointed it at Teodor's head. “I don't have to tell you, shit.”

Teodor grabbed the gun out of the black man's hand and stuck him across the neck.

The black man, stumbled back. Teodor grabbed the black man's arm and shoved the gun into his face.

“You are going to tell me everything, or my giant friend here is going to start painting the walls with your guts,” Teodor said.

He glanced around the room. Most of the partiers had backed up as far as they could. Another young man, reached into his jacket. Teodor growled.

“Try that, he dies and you have to answer my questions,” Teodor said, turning back to the man in his grip. “Now you, what do they call you?”

“J, J, Jay.”

“Alright, Jay,” Teodor said, “Where's TJ?”

“He aint here.”

“Liar! I can smell him.”

“What the-”

Teodor heard a grunt, then a scream. A body flew into the main room and skidded on the floor. Jay's eyes went wide. The way Jay's eyes traveled upward, Teodor knew that had been the work of Steopa.

“You hungry?” Teodor asked Steopa. “Take one of those.”

Steopa grabbed the hair of the nearest partier. A black haired woman, older than the rest. She tried to kick at Steopa yanked on her hair, forcing her down on her knees.

“Where is TJ?” Teodor asked.

Jay pointed to another room. Teodor kicked Jay away. He hit one of the windows, cracking the glass.

Teodor threw open the door. TJ was in bed with a woman. Before TJ could roll off her, Teodor had TJ by the back of the neck. He pulled TJ off the bed.

“Remember me?” Teodor asked. He snorted in TJ's ear.

“You's supposed to be dead,” TJ said.

“Stick around and make sure next time,” Teodor said.

The woman had pulled the blankets up to her neck and screamed. More screams came from the main room. The woman in the bed covered her head with the blanket.

Teodor threw TJ across the room. TJ hit a lamp, breaking it. The glass cut his upper thigh and lower abdomen. He hit the floor, and tried to scoot away from Teodor. His blood was leaving a trail behind him.

“Who told you what I am?” Teodor asked.

“He'll kill me,” TJ said, raising his hand to cover his face.

“Funny, I'm going to do the same thing,” Teodor said.

More screams and two thuds. The woman in the bed screamed and cried. Teodor could smell the urine that was soaking the bed now.

“Look, he's crazy,” TJ said.

“Not that crazy,” Teodor said, “He sent you out to follow me with a silver knife, didn't you think that was odd?”

“He does things like that,” TJ said, he had pushed himself up against the wall, “I was gonna sell the knife, didn't think I would use it.”

“Where's he get it?”

“Oh, I can't tell you,” TJ said.

Teodor growled and raked TJ across the chest. TJ cried out.

“They work together,” TJ said, “They make sure we are taken care of, we just have to do their odd jobs.”

Now sound came from the main room. The woman in the bed lowered the blanket, then screamed again. Steopa slammed his hand against her mouth. He had not wiped the blood off his face. Teodor took a deep breath and could smell the blood. He drooled.

“Tell me their names,” Teodor said, raising his claws.

“What's he? What's he?” TJ said, pointing to the bed.

Teodor glanced over to the bed. Steopa fed off the young woman. TJ coughed and vomited.

When he had finished. “Their names are Robert and Peter.”

“Where are they?”

“The old dock area,” TJ said. “Vaness Cider warehouse.”

Teodor backed away. Steopa stood up and wiped his face. “Should I dispatch him?” Steopa asked.

Teodor shook his head, “No, he told me what I wanted to hear, let him live.”


“You rather have us kill you?” Teodor asked.

Steopa chuckled and left the room. Teodor snapped at TJ and followed Steopa. He could hear police sirens. It was hard to tell if they were heading towards this place, but Steopa and him knew better than to stick around.

Steopa broke a window that connected to a fire escape. He climbed outside, then jumped to the nearest building. Teodor followed.

On the roof across the alley way, they stood in the shadows and waited. Teodor watched two police officers enter the room. One got on the radio while the other covered the room.

“In here!” TJ shouted.

The police entered. TJ was still naked and covered in blood. The police pointed their guns on TJ. He raised his hands, his shoulders shaking.

Steopa patted Teodor shoulder. “It was good to hunt with you again.”

Teodor rubbed his beard. “Yeah, too bad we can't take care of the Hag so easily.”

Steopa nodded. He walked to the other side of the building, staying in the deep shadow. Teodor joined him.

“I have been thinking about the Hag,” Steopa said.


“She said Baba Yaga was her sister,” Steopa said, “Baba Yaga did have sisters, they all had the same name. The Hag was lying.”

“I figured that,” Teodor said. “Do you want to go to the docks now?”

Steopa nodded. Teodor started to walk away. Steopa stopped him and pointed. Amanda ran down the street in her wolf form. “I think you are in trouble, no?” Steopa asked.

Teodor sagged, “Yeah, big trouble.”

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