(Season 2, Episode 49)
From the eerie self-turning pages of The Horrorwalker Travel Guide,
A tale told to a person visited by the always mysterious Horrorwalker...
A person who would rather remain anonymous at this time...
The tale of humans made monsters by the sun and the moon --
Monstrous creatures destined to eventually collide in feral war...
A tale of:
Dust On The Moon.
The atmosphere was cold and crisp on that dark October night. It was the first full moon night of the annual Werewolf Hunt Festival. As usual, the village only expected to capture one Werewolf that night. That successful hunt would be the undoing of one more monster that would not be able to terrorize our village, kill our women or children, or bite someone else to infect them with the full moon monster madness.
The rules of our community are strict… and what they state is that a boy of 13 years of age must become a man in the event of the death of his father… immediately, if he is killed during one of the hunts.
Everyone involved in the hunt goes into the danger with the full knowledge that if he is bitten by the werewolf, then he will be immediately shot in the temple with a Silver Bullet of Absolution.
And, during the rest of the year, their aggression and feral biting was simply too dangerous to allow in the village. And so, Elder Markova created special silver bullets to only be used in the case of absolution.
A silver bullet to the brain, special or not, is the way to make sure the Werewolf never returns. During those dark times, the nights were blacker than black and the days were as gloomy as the night. Thirty-seven of us had to die by silver bullet. Twenty-two died from the wounds inflicted by the Werewolves.
Dark times, indeed.
I will not discount the existence of werewolves. I mean, really, I am forced to walk the night time earth in order to avoid the death rays of the sun. As absurd as my very own existence is, so then too… werewolves must exist.
But, they have to be my mortal enemy? I don‘t know about that!
Of course, if I ever meet a werewolf and he is as feral as his mythology paints him out to be… then there will obviously be a real… problem. And maybe I will gain first hand experience as to how the Vampire verses Werewolf storyline began.
I guess, if I can continue to avoid the undead death… I’ll find out one day. Now, to do what my kind must do… hunt for the blood that my human prey carries inside its body before the moonlight dips below the horizon and the sun rises to burn me to dust. That is kind of like the caveat for the relationship between the moon and the werewolf. We both are cursed by our relationship with the moon… and the sun. Where will it all end?
Maybe the end will come when this vampire and that werewolf finally meet. Maybe, one day…