Now Rachels older seasoned brother O'Roarke the Hunter
had guessed his more naive young sister would be out this way,dabbling
in dangerous stuff.
So he'd come equipped for any eventuality,including killing
his sister if she was turned.
So he watched unemotionless as you suddenly stopped advancing on Rachel
and growled menacingly,getting ready to spring and tear out
your prey's throat.
Rachel seemed to realize something had changed inside you,for she
took three steps backward before she fell backwards over the tree root behind her.
She screamed "No Cynthia noooo"
You howled at the Full Moon in triumph and bunched your hind
legs and sprang,your toothy fanged jaws wide open
"KaBOOM KaBOOM KaBOOM"
came the roar of O'Roarkes elephant safari gun
as three three silver tipped dum dum 10 gauge slugs slammed
into your skull,your heart and your lungs
and knocking your carcass 30 feet away into the clearing
You lay there,quite dead.
Rachael just stared speechless as O'Roarche came in his HazMat suit
and shovel and dug the grave beside you.
He nudged the tainted corpse into the grave with the disinfected
silver bladed shovel,sprinkled Holy Water,lime and silver sulphurous
iodide over the remains,then shovelled the dirt back over.
Then O'Roarke the Werewolf Hunter covered up the grave site with leaves
and pushed the dirt about with his boots to hide any traces
of cum and blood.
Then,seeing that the site was sterilized,he went up to Rachel and held
out his hand,and the two left the forest where you had vanished...