you get shot by a silver bullet.

Yes the life of a werewolf was oddly enough a dangerous one. You needed to be aware of when there was a full moon. How to clean the blood and viscera off of you after a night of rampage. How to stave off the advances of female werewolves. How to combat wizards and hunters hoping to make you their next prized pelt.

It almost mades you regret ever running into that first werewolf to begin with. Sure you had the super speed and strength along with the hyper enchanced senses. But, even these had their draw backs. Especially when you were near trashcans pee-yew!

Then of course there was silver. Besides the infamous bullet, silver in general was your Kryptonite. you couldn't get even twenty paces close to a harmless silver spoon without becoming weak in the knees.

Now you had about close to eighty pieces of it in your chest courtesy of the legendary Van Helsing himself and boy did they hurt. The question now was. Could you hold out against another one of his attacks in order to escape or succomb to the wounds you;ve attained?

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