After eating my bagel and drinking a couple cups of black coffee, I began staring at those books wondering if I really will find a cure. It's not like I can walk into a hospital or research lab and say"hey, I'm a werewolf, can you cure me?". They would lock me up in a mental institution for that. So, I started by opening the books again and reading more into the history of werewolves and trying to see if I overlooked anything or missed a hidden clue. It was all starting to get monotonous with all this reading and experimenting with blood samples, but there had to be a key somewhere to unlock its secrets.
I had the day off of work so that I could clean my house, run some errands, and do some more experimenting since I brought home a new microscope to work with. My dining room became a lab for research, and it's where I spend a lot of my time. I am desperate to find this cure and I am very hopeful that I will, but I do have to accept the fact if I don't that I will be forever a werewolf.
I reached into the desk drawer and pulled out some gloves, an empty vial, a syringe, and tourniquet to draw another blood sample. I have everything here to run some lab tests to examine the blood some more. I took the tourniquet and wrapped it around my upper arm and got it tight. I took the syringe and stuck it into my vein and watched as the dark red blood filled the syringe. After taking the tourniquet off, I pulled out the blood-filled syringe and laid it on the table. I took an alcohol pad wiping my arm where the syringe was inserted and then put a bandage over it.
I took the syringe and inserted it into the vial filling it with the blood sample before doing some experiments with it. I pulled out the book which showed the different blood cells of the werewolf and another book which showed regular human blood cells. I took my microscope and prepared two slides of blood samples. I took some chemicals I had laying around and added some to each sample. Once I compared them it showed no change except for one which it seemed to make the cell reproduce. Using that chemical would mean becoming more werewolf and that's not what I wanted.
There was no change in the other sample, so I tried some more chemical compositions to see if there would be any change. Nothing. It seemed like I was hitting a brick wall no matter what I did or tried. There must be a cure somewhere and I need to find it. I have one month before the next full moon to see what I can discover. From my observations, I can see that the werewolf blood cells dominate the human cells. I am trying every chemical known to man to find what will change the werewolf blood cells, but I keep hitting that wall. Will I ever find the cure I keep asking myself?
I was getting a little overwhelmed after trying different things for several hours and figured I needed a break. I got up from the table and headed into the kitchen to make a bite to eat. I made a quick sandwich, grabbed a bag of potato chips, a drink, and headed back into the dining room. I looked over the table and had a mess of everything and nowhere to set my lunch down, so I went into the living room to eat. While I sat on the couch eating my lunch, I pondered over a few things and tried to think if I missed anything. All these calculations going through my mind was making my lunch a little less meaningful to my stomach.
I got through my lunch and just sat there on the couch. I was so distracted by this whole werewolf thing that I haven't checked my mail lately, bought any groceries, or even went out on a date in months. My whole life has been consumed by being a werewolf every full moon. The very thought of getting close to anyone scares me to death because I can't share this with anyone or they would have me committed to a hospital or worse yet a research lab doing experiments on me. That is not how I want to live life, being someone's science project.
I need to figure this out or make the necessary implementations that I will need being a werewolf. Do I stock my deep freezer with raw meat, save up money to buy a new outfit or two every month since I will destroy one or two, or do I just give in and accept the fact that I may be a carnivorous beast that has to hide away from the public eye? I really have so many options here. Oh, I feel like a good massage since last night made my whole body ache. I think I will go get one in fact. That might help relieve some stress and give me a fresh mind to think about the situation.
I got my dining room table cleaned up and organized, got dressed in some casual wear like a sweat suit, and headed out the door. I knew a place that I usually frequent where the staff is fabulous and I can get a very good deep massage. I also know the owner who I exchange a good massage for passes to the zoo for her grandchildren. I think it's an honest deal. Her grandchildren are happy at the zoo which relieves her stress on the weekends and I get my stress reliever while someone is working my body over.
Anyway, I drove to downtown and found their office open and the parking lot almost empty. I pulled into the parking lot, got out, locked my car doors, and headed inside. The staff already knows me and what I like, so they escorted me to a room and I got prepared for my massage which entailed me getting undressed and putting on one of their white robes which were so warm and comfy.
I sat in that room for about ten minutes before the masseuse came in to work my body over. I took my arms out of the robe and wrapped the remainder of the robe around my waist before climbing up on the table. I laid down on my stomach and got comfortable before she even touched me. I lay there listening to her prepare her hands with oils and lotions before coming over to the table. She started rubbing my temples first to relax me and then I laid my head down with my face looking through the hole in the table as her hands began to work their magic. I could feel every tense muscle just release as she massaged them. She took her time and really dug in deep while informing me that she could feel the tightness and tension in my muscles.
All I could tell her was that I had a hard week at work. Which it was strenuous at work for me because of being so clouded with thoughts of the impending full moon all while taking care of my animals. They are important to me and I love each and every one of them. I could not see myself hurting them or letting anyone else hurt them for that matter. I chose this profession and for good reasons. At least now the wolves in their habitat are okay with me. They don't see me as a threat anymore. I still love them like I always have.
The masseuse was getting deeper into my lower back muscles and it was feeling so damn good. I felt like saying "Calgon take me away, and my masseuse with me". She just laughed and kept working those muscles. As she pushed on my back I could feel each one of my vertebrae pop and it sent tingles down my whole body. When she was done, it felt like I couldn't move because my body was so relaxed. She ended up helping me off the table so I could get dressed.
Once I was dressed, she escorted me back out to the front where I could take care of my bill for services. I also turned to her and handed her a twenty dollar tip for doing such a good job. She smiled and told me thank you before heading back into the hallway and disappearing. I stood there and talked with the owner for a bit before heading home. I grabbed some lotion she recommended that I could use on my body after a hot shower that would do wonders for my stress. I told her thank you before walking out the door.
I got back into my car and headed first, to the grocery store to pick up some food, then to the post office to check my mailbox before going back home. When I got to the grocery store, this parking lot was full of cars and I knew shopping will be a bit difficult. I like to get in, get my things, and get out. I guess that won't happen today. I parked my car, got out, and started walking to the store entrance.
Once inside, I grabbed a shopping cart and headed over towards the produce section for some ruffage in my diet. I got over by the produce and my stomach started gurgling and I thought to myself that I need to stockpile meat for my freezer, so I skipped the produce and headed over to the meat section and began picking out large choice meat and throwing it into my cart. I filled half of the cart with meat before going after my bagels.
Once I was done shopping I headed over to the checkout line and paid for my groceries. A helpful bag boy pushed my cart full of groceries out to my car and I couldn't help noticing the faint smell of his cologne. I guess you could say it was the wolf senses. Anyway, we got my groceries in the car and then I headed home. It was going to be a long day of research and I will need food to sustain my nourishment.
I was able to get everything into the house and put away before grabbing a bagel and some fresh coffee. I sat down at the table looking up at my calendar on the wall counting the days before the next full moon. I had precisely seven days until the dog in me raised its ugly head.
I opened the books to where I left off and began analyzing everything and doing some rechecking on my figures. None of it made any sense. It was like werewolf blood was alien and that nothing manmade would kill it. I have tried everything I can think of that doesn't involve me getting radiation sickness. It was all boiling down to me remaining a werewolf if I didn't come up with any options. I did, in fact, look at it like it was only one night out of every month that I had to dust myself for fleas and get a nail job. So that made it look a little more on the bright side.
I looked over everything for the next seven days and came up with nothing to fix my problem. I even went down to see my wolves in their habitat and spent some time with them contemplating how to reassure myself it was going to be okay. Once the day came for me to lock away, I made provisions to my permanent fixture downstairs by setting up some fresh raw meat for the night and double checking my chains and locks.
I was worried though about if my werewolf side would get stronger over time the more I change. I went back to the books to do some reading up on that before heading back out to the hardware store and buying thicker and heavier chains. I needed to keep myself well hid from everyone when I transformed, so definitely thicker chains.
I spent the day reading and double checking things but kept hitting a road block on everything. It just seemed hopeless and that I will be a werewolf for the rest of my life. As the day went by, I filled my stomach with food and placed water downstairs for hydration after the change was over. I noticed that the last time I woke up with such a dry mouth and felt severe thirst.
I managed to glance out my window and noticed the sun setting and that it was almost time. I got everything locked up and one last bite to eat before heading down to the basement. I turned the light on and proceeded to get myself chained up and had everything I needed to get through this night. So, I sat on the floor and waited it out like I looked forward to it or something.
Then, as I looked towards the window, I could feel the light of the moon touching my face, and then it began. I could feel my skin start to crawl and then stretch. I raised my hand and watched as my fingers started to distort, and then my nails started to look like claws as they grew from my fingers. I could feel my face as it stretched into a dog's snout, and the hair on my body became more pronounced like I was being covered in a bear rug. My spine began transforming and it became so painful that I could scream. It was happening and I couldn't stop it. The only thing that went through my mind was that I would be forever wolf.
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