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Evan was obsessed with vampires, much to the amusement of his classmates. Occasionally he even fantasized about becoming one. He'd read every book and seen every vampire movie from Nosferatu to Let the Right One In. Like any true vampire-fan he utterly hated Twilight, regarding as a total bastardization of vampire lore. He was even pale like a vampire, with shaggy jet-black hair and dark sunken eyes, and he always tried to dress in black, dark gray or dark blue clothes. But today he was in P.E., the class he hated most, and had no choice but to appear ludicrously skinny in a baggy white gym shirt and shorts. Today's task was rope climbing, and it was his turn. Just staring upward at the endless rope made him panic.

"C'mon Edward!" yelled someone in the crowd. "Use your powers and fly to the top!"

"For the last time asshole, stop that Twilight shit!" screamed Evan.

The coach glared at him and pointed to the rope. Evan sighed and began hauling himself up. Three feet from the top, his hands began to slip. The knowledge that he was looking like a wuss threw Evan further off track and he began sliding. Hands burning and five feet from the bottom, he let go and fell on his ass. The other boys screamed with laughter. Evan got to his feet and stalked off, turning up his nose. "Why do I need to do this crap anyway? The only people interested in it are dumb jocks" he said to himself. "Go team Edward!" laughed a dumb jock.

On his way out the gym door, he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Jamie, standing in the doorway and trying not to be seen. He handed Evan an ice pack. "For your hands" he said, before rejoining his fellow jocks.

By the time Evan was almost dressed, he saw Jamie enter the showers with his classmates. Evan nodded to him. Jamie--increasingly embarrassed to acknowledge Evan in public--gave an almost unnoticeable nod in return. They had been best friends when they were little kids (Evan fondly remembered playing an exciting game of Doctor), but Jamie was turning into a girl-crazy jock and Evan was going in the opposite direction. Both knew their friendship was on its last legs. That was especially sad because Jamie had matured into a beautifully specimen of teenage manhood. As Evan left the locker room, he furtively turned his head toward the showers to get a quick look at Jamie's dinner-plate pectorals, glistening under the water that flowed past them and down and off the tip of Jamie's cock...

"And some prick called me Edward!" recounted Evan. It was Saturday. Evan was at Jamie's house, watching him exercise in the rec room with his older brother Tom, a grad student in biology at the local university.

"Werewolves are better than vampires anyway" said Jamie, lifting weights with his brother.

"What!" sputtered Evan. "Werewolves are dumb hairy brutes! Jocks who've attained their true form!"

"And vampires are pasty Euro-trash" snarked Jamie. Tom rolled his eyes, having heard the two argue about this since they were little boys.

"I hope you're not taking the Lycans' side out of personal interest," said Evan, pointing to the dark, recently sprouted hairs poking out from Jamie's tank top.

"I wish," said Jamie, "so I could eat your sorry ass. But you know where I was during the last full moon--studying for chem with your ass. Speaking of that, have you got answers for the homework?"

"Yes--"

"-- Can I copy them?"

"Yes" sighed Evan. "Hey, afterwards, do you want to go watch--"

"--Great! Leave 'em at the desk when you leave" said Jamie, as he walked to the bathroom, shedding his shirt and shorts along the way to the shower. Evan sighed doubly as he caught a glimpse of Jamie's perfectly formed ass before the door closed. He looked back and was mortified to see that Tom had noticed and was giving him a peculiar look.

The next day Evan was back in P.E., in time in football practice. He'd spent the morning doing his favorite thing--writing bad poetry about vampires--and was mentally distracted, recalling a line about Dracula he was especially proud of. So he didn't notice when Todd, the captain of the football team, gave him a crunching tackle. Evan landed face down in the mud. "Keep your eyes on the field, wuss!" he shouted to much laughter. "Or maybe you'd like to keep them on my ass?" He patted his buttocks. The coach looked away as if he'd seen nothing and everyone laughed some more. Todd walked off and joined Jamie, giving a backhanded gesture toward Evan.

"This fag's a friend of yours, isn't he?"

"Back we were little kids, maybe," said Jamie, "but I don't really know him anymore."

Evan played the rest of the game like an automaton, avoiding any display of expression or eye contact.

The remainder of the day passed in excruciating slow motion, with Evan yearning for a hole to crawl in and die. In sixth period he got a text from an unlisted number. "Meet me at the back of your house, after school. I have something important for you." Evan's house was on the outskirts of town and bordered on a cattle farm. He was there at 3:40, waiting for his mysterious correspondent. Out of the trees stepped Tom. Unlike his academically mediocre brother Jamie, Tom was a science whiz and involved in a prestigious university research program on the local mountain lion population. He and Evan were friendly but not close, and Evan wondered what this meeting was for.

Tom gave Evan the same Cheshire cat grin he remembered from Saturday. "You're really into vampires, aren't you?"

Evan groaned. "Oh great. You came here to make fun of me too?"

"No, no. I know you're a good friend of Jamie's, even if you are a bit weird. And I know my brother doesn't treat you very well."

"Thanks."

"So, I'll ask you again--you're really into vampires, right?"

"Yes."

"What if I said I could make you one?"

"Oh fuck off!"

"I'm dead serious. You know that genetics is my area of study, and we're doing things at the university that are going to shock the world. Trust me, I mean what I say."

Tom certainly sounded sincere. Evan suddenly felt reckless in the way only a teenager can. His life already sucked, what did he have to lose? Wasn't this his fantasy in the first place?

"I'll do it" he said.

"Then just drink this and wait a few days. The effects will kick in at night." Tom handed him a vial full of a dark red liquid. Evan downed the blood in one gulp and wiped his mouth. He gave a burp and grinned. "Awesome."

For the next two days Evan was on cloud nine, even if nobody at school wanted anything to do with him. On the third night Evan woke up stark naked on the floor of his bedroom. It was dawn, and something was stinking. Evan curled his nostrils in disgust and sniffed. It was him. He smelled like shit. No wait, cow shit. "Oh grosss!" he moaned, running to the bathroom for a long shower. He was in a bad mood the rest of the day. In Chemistry he even snapped at Jamie, who wasn't feeling well and had asked to copy his homework again. "Do it yourself asshole!" snarled Evan, with a coiled savagery that made everyone within four seats of him jump. Jamie, already looking pale, sat back without replying. Evan delighted in his reaction and turned around to mouth off at Todd (who in turn copied answers from Jamie) but Todd wasn't there. He was out sick.

The next night Evan woke up, this time in bed...and in a vast pool of urine. "Oh fuck!" he yelped, rolling off the yellow lake. How on could anyone pee this much?! His bed was ruined! He opened his bedroom door, which led outside, and threw out the sheets and comforters. Luckily for him, his room was at the back of his family's home. Originally built as a guest house (hence the outside door), it was an old, thick structure and practically soundproofed.

Evan spent the hours before school scrubbing his room (he was fastidious as a cat when it came to hygiene). For the rest of the day Evan was in an even more irritable mood, and barely noticed that Jamie was out sick...along with several other guys in class.

On the way home Evan noticed cop cars parked in front of the cattle farm owned by Jamie's parents, but he was too tired and preoccupied with his own problems too care. Was he a vampire now? If so, why was he waking up naked covered in piss and shit? And why the fuck didn't he remember what he'd done for the past two nights? That night he went to bed early, but not before hatching an idea. He plugged in his laptop and turned on the webcam, setting it to record everything for the next eight hours. After positioning the laptop across from his bed, he called it a night. He was so tired he only managed to remove his shoes and socks before falling asleep.

The next morning Evan woke up naked again...this time in front of a rock cavern near a field two miles from his house. He regained consciousness in a sudden jolt of pain, as if he'd dropped to the ground from several feet up. Bruised, cold and shivering, he stood up and looked at his surroundings. Then he looked down to discover that despite the cold, he had a raging case of morning wood. Come to think of it, he'd woken up rock hard the past two mornings as well. He sneaked home, hands over his still-hard cock, and crept in the house, using the key under the mat. After a shower, he crawled into bed and faked being sick to avoid school. "It's just as well," his mother said. "Dozens of kids have been calling in sick. They say there's some super-virus going 'round. You'll call me if you feel worse, right?"

The minute she left for work Evan sprang out of bed and ran to his laptop. He accessed the webcam video, rewound to the beginning of the video stream, and watched spellbound.

The footage gave a clear view of his room. Evan, having switched on the webcam, was now setting his alarm. He sat down on the bed, pulled off his shoes and socks, and lay back and fell asleep. During the next hour (which Evan watched on fast-forward), he tossed and turned restlessly, thrashing in bed. Through it all, Evan could see a growing bulge in the jeans of his sleeping self. Then, at the stroke of midnight, he bolted upright and staggered from the bed. His eyes were strangely dilated and his movements unsteady. He moved toward the laptop, swaying. From the crest of his jeans, which had come unzipped almost to the base of his groin, he could see hairs swarm up his pubic region (which he normally trimmed to near smoothness), forming a thick bush, running up his treasure trail, and swarming around his brown, erect nipples, drawing a hairy line between his scrawny pecs.

His hand throbbed and brought he brought it toward his face, only to watch his nails elongate by several inches, curving and sharpening into claws. While the rest of his fingers thinned, the thumbs grew thicker, their undersides thickening to pads. He staggered backward and fell onto the bed. Lying down, he could see his toenails go through the same process. And then, as if things were not surreal enough, his foot grew, all toes reaching the same length. He got off the bed, walking uneasily on the tips of his toes.

Opening his mouth in shock, he revealed sharpening canines, along with...buckteeth. But were buckteeth that sharp? They tapered into dagger-shape, and went from looking comical to vicious. Evan's eyes dilated further, as five o'clock shadow spread across his jaw. He was panting heavily; on his thick lower lip a thin line developed down the middle and deepened into a groove. The heat was so intense he tried removing his shirt, but a spasm hit him. He felt his chest cavity balloon, straining against his shirt. He tore and scrabbled at the shirt until shreds fell from his hands, sundered by his growing gut. He watched aghast as even more coarse, short hair sprouted across his plumping belly, blanketing his heaving torso. One look at his new barrel chest told him was no longer skinny.

"Whuu duh fuuuuuck?" he whined, holding his hand to his face. His long fingernails were still growing, way past the stage of witches claws. Then he realized that his nails weren't just growing--his fingers were. And as they crept up and branched upward, he saw webbing form between them. "Stop dammit, STOP!" he squealed, fingers refusing to listen. Like some nightmare, they kept going, past two, then three feet; the leathery, ribbed skin between them stretching and stretching, making a sound like vinyl rubbing against itself.

The laptop screen then showed the tops of his ears stretching into points, like Peter Pan's. But then they inflated to dumbo size, developing lateral ridges, turning dark brown and widening into giant spades half the size of his head. The freak on the computer screen was now babbling and gibbering in panic as more hairs clustered round his shoulders and adam's apple until there enough to form a neck ruff. He screamed as the bottom of his nose upturned, nostrils flaring, cartilage flattening against his face as if it had been punched in, crunching upward into an upside-down V while his jaw distended and stretched forward, carrying the nasty knife-edged fangs with them. Naked skin folded around his pug-nose, bubbling and pressing up into leaf-like, notched ridges, extending to the center of his brow, while other ridges squished together to sweep all the way from from his ears to his eyes...whose irises blackened as if ink were drenching his eyeballs, leaving two small shiny black marbles that gazed inhumanly from the screen.

"What's happening to SKREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" he shrieked, falling to his knees and hugging his chest with cramped, spindly limbs that soon tightened with sinew and lean muscle, until his shrinking legs resembled sturdy tubes. And his damn fingers were still growing, threatening to fill up the entire room. Luckily his feet had stopped--they were only twice normal size, and he felt a cushioning sensation on the bottoms of his clawed toes. He felt something projecting from his bottom, and with his immense thumb claws he hooked his skinny jeans and wriggled them down, eventually slicing them to pieces in frustration, instinct telling him to free himself before the next convulsion. Another web of skin was was forming now, spreading from his armpits along the edge of his body, connecting his three-foot pinkies to his calves. Holding out his monster-size hands, he saw veins radiating from the edges of the wings to his abdomen. Wings?! That meant--

--Evan's dawning realization of what he was becoming was cut short by a sudden flush of ecstasy, thanks to the onset of a massive erection. His black marble eyes gazed down at his plump pink prong. First it widened, the skin at the base thickening into a squat sheath, creating a chamber around his mutating maleness. Underneath, his bobbling testes were swelling into pink, hairless cantaloupes. His cock continued marinating in its cocoon, the head slimming while the rest stretched, its expansion taking him to the brink of orgasm. And then, to the sudden delight of creature less than human, he saw the pod at the tip of his sheath slide out into a neon pink spear that stood half-way up his belly. He bent down and licked at the lip, savoring the odor of pre-ejaculate. He closed his eyes and let out a soft whine.

As tawny brown fur completely obscured his round torso, his ears and the ridges of his flat snout stopped growing. With simple-minded animal pride, the beast spread its wings to full length, knocking over several shelves. What had once been a teenaged boy was now a man-sized vampire bat, standing naked before the window, admiring its wingspan before the moon. The man-bat fell to all fours, and employing its unwebbed thumbs it clumsily walked to the back door and turned the knob. Extending its hind knees and leaning forward on its thumbs, the chiropteran launched itself into the air with a mighty flex of its chest and flapped off into the night.

The video went on, but there was nothing left to see. Evan closed the laptop.

"I was expecting you" said Tom, opening his door to let Evan in. He had been exercising and was dressed in nothing but a pair of track shorts. He motioned Evan to his home office, which was just a spare room in his apartment near the university. It was small but glistened with glassware and steelwork.

Tom gave his usual Cheshire grin, but this time it seemed especially cruel. "You look upset Evan."

"What the fuck have you done to me!?!"

"I made you a vampire."

"You said you'd make me a _real_vampire!"

"Real vampire? Vampires don't exist silly! I made you a genuinely real vampire, a vampire bat. Or, to be specific, a man-bat."

"FUCK YOU! This isn't what I wanted!"

"So what did you want, to go around sucking blood like Dracula? He was a fictional character!"

"There was a historical Dracula" said Evan, downcast.

"And he didn't suck blood. Anyway, just be glad I gave you the right vial, considering how cluttered my office is. I nearly gave you wolf serum instead. Think how unhappy you'd be as a werewolf!"

"Those don't exist either."

"Perhaps, but we can rewrite a man's DNA into a reasonable facsimile. And we can program the nanobots to do that rewriting between intervals timed in accordance with the lunar cycle. That's what I did with you. Notice how all three of your black-outs happened during the full moon?"

"So you turned me into a werebat!?"

"Bingo, and you should be proud. You're my first true success. Thanks to you my career is set. You should be glad that I picked you."

"You made me into a beast!"

"And what a beast! I've been monitoring you Ethan. Remember when you woke up smelling like cow dung? That's because you spent the night feeding on cows, scampering around a field littered in shit. And remember when you woke up soaked in your own urine? Vampire bats can drink half their weight in blood in one sitting--the plasma goes straight to the kidneys, so they have to piss like a racehorse right afterward. That night you drank so much blood you whizzed all over your bed."

Evan cringed.

"And remember when you woke up outside by the cavern? You'd been hanging upside down in a cave and fell down when you changed back. I could barely restrain myself from laughing, but that would have given away my position."

Tom giggled and continued. "But the cows weren't enough for you. Soon you began to feed on their owners. Weren't you curious why so many of your classmates were sick? Don't you know there's an outbreak of anemia at your school? Your pal Todd lost so much blood he went to the hospital. Dozens of students were affected. I was keeping tabs on one of them, since he's somewhat close to me. Here, watch."

Tom switched on a monitor. Through the nightvision Evan could make out someone familiar sleeping in bed. It was Jamie. He tossed and turned, sweeping the blanket aside and giving a flash of his bronzed leg and cock and balls. A shadow flitted across the room, and then a large, dark figure crept up to the bed. The intruder was walking on all fours and had webbing between his limbs. An enormous vampire bat.

"That's you Evan. So beautiful, and look how agile you are! Vampire bats can even run. Now watch this."

The man-bat skulked over to the bed, using the tips of his wings for feet. Gently lifting and pulling aside the covers, it bent over Jamie's crotch. Opening its mouth, it sank its fangs into Arnie's groin. Or so it seemed. Actually, the creature was using his canine and cheek teeth to shave away some hairs around Jamie's genitals.

Tom paused the video. "Now, pay attention--Vampire bats use their teeth to shear away hairs around the spot where they intend to feed, which they select with heat sensor on their nose. Evidently you prefer to feed near Jamie's junk. And what a gentle barber you are! My brother's even getting turned on!"

Indeed, the unconscious Jamie's cock was fattening, and eventually sprang into full tumescence, bobbing against his belly. Bat-Evan now gracefully slid his upper incisor into the shaved pubic area, centimeters away from the penis. Blood began to trickle forth. With even greater delicacy, the bat managed to put its mouth over the wound and around the penis, and began sucking.

"Wow" marveled Tom, "Sucking blood and cock! Now that's multi-tasking!"

Jamie gave a soft moan but otherwise lay still as the bat fed and sucked. Then Jamie gave an orgasmic tremble, and the bat's cheeks bulged as it swallowed Jamie's cum. Relinquishing his penis with gentleness, the bat crept away from the bed, after having sniffed Jamie's face and given it a demure lick.

"How sweet!" said Tom. "You've been wanting to do that for years, but you never had the balls. Until you grew those of a bat"

Evan was silent with shock.

"You went easy on Jamie, compared to Todd and your other classmates, though he didn't deserve it. You really love him, don't you?"

Evan nodded.

"That's really sweet. I was touched. I was also turned on. You're a good looking man. And a good looking bat-man." Tom put his hand on Evan's shoulder. Evan was still reeling.

"Evan...don't you appreciate what I've done for you?"

"No!" wailed Evan,"no, no, no."

"Liar, liar, pants on fire. Tell me, when you watched the video of yourself changing, didn't you get a hard-on? That's what my hidden camera showed. You're hard right now in fact."

Tom's hand moved to Evan's neck and stroked it.

"I've seen the man-bat poster you keep in your closet. I bet the moment you first saw your new form, you had a flashback to a certain memory from when you were a kid."

Evan immediately knew what Tom was referring to.

It was years ago, when Evan had just hit puberty. He was at Jamie's house and they were watching TV. Evan had insisted on switching to a rerun of Batman: The Animated Series. Batman was confronting Professor Langstrom, who admitted to being the mysterious bat monster terrorizing Gotham City: "The beast knew what chemicals were needed to bring itself about. It was out of my control!" explained Langstrom, his voice rising. "And it only needs one more component to complete the process! It's in ME, Batmaaaan!" Langstrom screamed the last word as he began mutating to Evan's shocked delight. Clothes shredding and bursting, wings sprouting from ever-stretching claws, face contorting into a set of spade-ears, fangs, and a flat nose--the transformation continued until there stood a gigantic, half-naked mixture of man and bat. Young Evan watched the process unfold before his eyes, and received an erection unlike any he'd known before. Before he knew what was happening, and without any manual stimulation, Evan felt a hot sticky substance squirting into his skivvies for the first time. Jamie thankfully had his eyes on the TV, but Tom had been watching Evan, who pretended nothing had happened...

"Yes, I saw it," said Tom, breaking into Evan's recollections. "I did, because I always kept my eyes on you. It was the first time you came, wasn't it? It must have felt so wonderful. Right after I saw it, I ran off to the bathroom and relived the whole thing. And now you are Man-Bat. How does it feel to live a fantasy?"

"Tom, there's a reason why a fantasy should stay a fantasy. You're scaring me, And I'm scared of myself. Change me back"

"Never. Anyway, you only transform three days a month. You can live with that. You can live with me too." His hand, which had remained on Evan's neck, now drifted downward. "I've always liked you Evan, even though you were annoying to everybody else," said Tom, rubbing Evan's nipples through his shirt. "And you're even better as a beast."

Tom removed his hand, stepped back, and pulled down his shorts. Kicking them away, he stood naked as a jaybird. Tom looked like an older version of Jamie, but with a more intellectual face and black-rimmed glasses. His penis was as ruddy like his brother's and nearly as big, though he was hairier than Jamie. Tom flung his arms around Evan, pressing him into a frenzied hug. Evan wriggled out of it and and violently shoved him away..

"Get the fuck off me!"

"You've been crushing on my meathead brother ever since you were little, and you know it's hopeless. But I've always liked you. And throughout this experiment, I got to love you too."

"So I should return your feelings because you're a creep who turned me into a monster against my will?"

"You're the one who wanted to become a vampire. Why are you so ungrateful?"

"Fuck you Tom!" Evan screamed, tears of frustration leaking from his eyes.

"Oh dear. Does this mean you're not on Team Edward?"

Evan's fist landed on Tom's jaw and sent him to the floor. Tom picked himself up, angry for the first time.

"Maybe I have a funny way of showing my love. I guess we're both a little fucked up. I thought that'd make us a good match. But I see you still don't appreciate your gift. And now you've hurt my feelings."

"Oh for christ's sake Tom! I don't love you! And what you've done is completely not cool."

Evan frowned. "I guess I need to beat some sense into you then...make you accept your new form. Good thing I already took my clothes off. You know, the animals I primarily research are mountain lions, right? I've done most of my experiments on them. But until today, I've never experimented on myself before. This should be fun." He reached for the third vial on the counter, but was pushed aside by Evan, who ran through to the door and tugged at it. "The door's locked by the way. Now, where were we?"

Facing Evan for dramatic effect, he reached behind him and picked up the second vial instead. He quickly drank it. Tom rubbed his belly as the elixir went down. "Hope you like mountain lions Evan. They can be a little rough." Evan pulled furiously at the door as Tom stood rooted in place, exploring his own sensations. He looked at himself and saw light golden hairs appear all over his body. "I always did like hairy guys" he smiled, showing his sharpening teeth. He felt one of the incisors. "Nice." Evan moved away from the door, hugging the wall while Tom stood in the center, his muscles trembling. He grimaced and held up his hairy hand, revealing a fresh set of claws. "Look, they can retract now!"

Tom's pupils narrowed into slits. The tip of his nose pinkened, grooving down to his lips, from which whisker shot out of each side. He closed his eyes and sniffed the air. "You smell really good Evan. Really good--I think my muzzle must be coming in. Hope this doesn't hurt" He bent double as his nose and jaw rumbled forward, ears rounding and moving up his head. He opened his mouth and panted, a gold tail now waving behind him. "This should be the part where my dick changes. I'm getting hard just looking at you." He tugged at his cock and felt the barbs sprouting under his padded fingers. "Oooh, prickly!" He let out a moan as his organ tapered to a tip and discolored. He grinned demonically and stalked forward, arms aloft. "Come here Evan! Let me you show you what a real animal's like!" Before he could reach the cowering Evan, Tom fell to the floor as his legs thinned, his tail snaking out.

Evan recalled that Tom had reached for the third vial but drunk the second. He'd made a mistake! Tom writhed on the floor, lustily crying "Evaaaaaaaan!" until the sounds devolved into repeated yowls. Evan rushed over to the table and picked up the vial Tom had drank. He read the label: 'Felix Catus.' Common house-cat.

And sure enough, from the other side of the table rose a man-sized kitty cat. The cat-boy gave a meow and nuzzled Evan with a purr, before gently head-butting him. Evan laughed. "Nice tomcat!" he giggled. "Nice kitty... dumbass!" Tom, on all fours, purred again as he rubbed against Evan's legs and Evan stroked his shoulders. "Meow?" Tom asked, raising his tail and nuzzling Evan's groin.

"Oh, Kitty wants some nookie, huh?" laughed Evan. Tom-Cat made a motion to mount Evan, who stood up and held him down. "Uh uh. I don't want any of those barbs of yours Mr. Kitty. You bend over." Being a docile pet, Tom did as he as told. Evan, grinning devilishly, took down his pants and slipped his still-hard dick beneath Tom-Cat's tail, thrusting so violently that the cat-boy let out a cascade of ear-splitting caterwauls. With his last thrust, Evan climaxed. Cum dripped from the edges of Tomcat's asshole. Evan slowly pulled out and sat with his pants around his ankles while the tomcat curled up with his head on Evan's lap, giving his penis an occasional lick. After several minutes the catboy was asleep. Evan gently moved him aside so he could stand, and pulled up his pants. "Stupid kitty" he said, lightly slapping Tom on the cheek. "You might be a brilliant scientist, but you're an idiot when it comes to love." He rummaged around in Tom's discarded shorts and pocketed the room key. He went back to the table and began looking through all the vials, carefully studying Tom's notes. "This one looks good," he said "It must be the one Tommy almost gave me by mistake." At the mention of his dimly-remembered name, the catboy yawned and made an inquisitive "meow?" Evan gave him a pet and a quick rub on his sheath and scrotum that made Tom purr.

The next night there was a waning gibbous moon and the town was quiet. Jamie was at home sleeping, but Evan let himself in with Tom's keys. Jamie looked a little pale but snoozed soundly. Evan chuckled as he reached into a bag and pulled out a yellow-labeled vial, whose contents he proceeded to drip into Jamie's open mouth.

"You know Jamie, I'm kinda partial to big hairy beastmen, now that I've become one myself. What's that you said about preferring werewolves? Maybe they are big dumb hairy jocks, but then again so are you." He patted Jamie's unshaven cheek. "Let's see if they get along with vampires. See you during the next full moon."