Part 27

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Why was he running away, was what was going through Denis’ mind as he ran after the man; that and, man that guy can run fast.

This isn’t how he’s expected things to go. Almost as soon as Anthon had left he’d packed a bag and took a taxi to the airport. The information George had given him said that the man he was looking for when by the name of Erik, it also told him where he was staying and indicated he’d only paid for 3 days, so he had to hurry. He hadn’t even explained to Kyle what he was doing, only saying that he would be back in a few days as he ran pass him in the hallway.

Getting a plane ticket was easy since he didn’t care how much he had to pay for it, so he ended up in first class, not that he was in a mental state to appreciate it, he was too nervous to do anything, he couldn’t even sleep, at best he caught a fitful nap here and there.

He pretty much ran out of the plane once it was at the gate, only slowing down so he wouldn’t shove people who were in his way. He grabbed the first taxi available and had it drop him off in front of the hotel.

He was about to enter it when he noticed someone walking away at a leisurely pace; he was almost at the end of the block so Denis had no idea how he knew that was Erik, but he could feel it in his gut.

He started after him at a quick pace, keeping that black hair and denim shirt in sight. He had covered half the distance when the man slowed and looked around. When he looked over his shoulder their eyes met and the Erik’s steps faltered for a moment; the next one he was running full tilt

And that was why Denis was running after him now. He’d expected to have a talk with him, maybe over a beer, not to have to chase him down alleyways. He was catching up to him, slowly, much slower than he had expected, more than once all he had to go by was the man’s scent as he would turn down multiple alleys sop fast Denis would lose sight of him.

Denis kept losing speed because of that, but he had enough stamina that he could keep running all day. When the man slowed down to catch his breath Denis was right behind him; wrapping his arms around the quarry and lifting him.

“Stop fighting,” Denis ordered as the man squirmed and flayed his legs about, trying to escape, and kicking Denis in the shin. He winced in pain, but kept it out of his voice. “I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to talk.” It took a few more moments, and kicks, but Erik did calm down. “I’m going to put down now; again, I just want to talk.”

The man nodded and Denis lowered him until his feet were touching the ground. Denis didn’t relax his hold immediately, waiting to see how the man would react. When he didn’t do anything Denis relaxed his arms slightly; the man didn’t move so Denis released him.

“Look,” Denis started; and the man bolted. “For God’s sake,” Denis swore loudly. He looked around for any witnesses and seeing only empty windows he shifted; he had no intention of chasing him through alleys again. In three jumps he was up a fire escape and running on the roof top along the alley the man had taken.

He followed him, jumping from one building to another when ever necessary. Erik wouldn’t stop looking over his shoulder, and even though he never saw Denis he kept on running like his life depended on it.

Denis wondered, as he chased him, why he was so scared; maybe he’d been hunted before. Denis could see Clyde’s group doing to great length to get their hands on him. Something like that would explain why he was always on the move.

Denis jumped the fifteen feet gap between two buildings without having to really pay attention to it, keeping his focus on the man he was following. Two turns later and Erik ran into a dead end. As he turned around to get out of it Denis dropped down the three story building and landed in front of him.

The man backpedalled until he was against the wall. Denis took a step forward and the man threw his arms in front of his face. “Please don’t hurt me.” He pleaded.

The fear in the man’s voice stopped Denis in his tracks, he was angry, yes; but not so much he was going to hurt him. “Why would I hurt you?” he said, his voice menacingly low and growling. The man tried to back himself further in the wall, shaking so much that his legs gave out. Denis shifted back to his human form. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, not moving any closer.

After a few moments of hesitation the man looked over his arms at him. “What do you want?” he asked cautiously.

“I just want to talk, to ask you some questions.”

The man looked at him, “and if you don’t like the answers, that’s when you’ll hurt me, right?”

“What? No, I’m not . . .. Look, how about we go somewhere nice and public to talk, that way you’ll know I can’t do anything without attracting a lot of attention.”

The man looked doubtful, but when Denis didn’t move he stood up. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am. I’m not interested in hurting you, no matter how you answer my questions.”

Erik cautiously stood. “Ok, in that case there’s a coffee shop in front of my hotel. You don’t mind walking in front of me, do you?”

Denis shrugged, “just tell me how to get out of these alleys.”

With the man’s directions they quickly found themselves on a street and then sitting at the terrace in front of the hotel, sipping coffee, and surrounded by a lot of people.

“So, what do you want to know?” Erik asked.

“Why did you run?” Denis asked quickly, instead of the one he had intended. He hadn’t meant to stall; he just hadn’t been able to get it out.

Erik looked at him over his cup. “A werewolf shows up out of the blue exactly where I happen to be staying usually means I’m in for a whole lot of pain. Not something I just hang around for.”

“So I’m not the first one to track you down?” Denis was a little surprised considering what he’d had to go through to find him.

“No, you’re not. The last time it happened I was beaten me to a pulp. If I could die I would have; it took over two years before I could walk and almost a decade until was fully healed.”

“Wait, how could it have taken so long? I heal pretty much anything under an hour.”

“I’m not like you.” Erik replied flatly.

“You’re not a werewolf?” Denis asked. The man shook his head. “But you said you couldn’t die. What are you? How old are you?”

The man shrugged. “I don’t know. Every time I try to kill myself I lose some of my past.”

“You tried to kill yourself?” Denis asked, stunned, “why?”

“Because every time I do it I’m good for a few years where I have no idea who I am; that’s a few years of peace where I can live a normal life. The last time I did it was in the early nineteen hundreds; I threw myself off a boat and drowned. Not a good way to die let me tell you. When I woke up I’d washed up on a beach near a fishing village on the east coast. I lived there for five years until the need to change another man came over me.”

“What happened?”

“Once it’s happened I always regain my memories, except for the older stuff, that’s pretty much gone forever. So I run, as fast and as far as I can; I always do.”

Denis nodded and was silent for a moment building up his courage to ask the question he’d really come here to ask. “Why me?” the man looked at him, not understanding. “Why did you choose to make me a werewolf over someone who might have wanted it, or at least was gay to start with?”

The man looked at him. “I didn’t choose you. I didn’t have the time to choose anyone this time around. You just happened to be walking by when the need came.”

“Do you normally have to time to plan?”

“Yeah, most of the time I can feel the need coming so I get a few days to find someone appropriate, but once in a while it just hits and who ever happens to be there gets changed.”

“How often do you get that need?”

“It varies; it can go from a few decades to a few years.”

“Have you tried not to change anyone when the need came?”

Erik looked at him with a smile. “Have you tried not having sex?”

Denis smiled back and didn’t say anything, understanding exactly what Erik meant.

Erik was silent for a moment after that. “I know you said you don’t want to hurt me, but aren’t you even a bit angry at me?”

Denis shook his head. “Not anymore, especially after you said you didn’t have any control over it. If I’d met you that first year I’d have caved in your skull, but I’ve made my peace with what I am. Actually, I’m pretty happy with it now. In fact, if you want I can show you how happy I am.”

“What do you mean?”

“You have a hotel room, we can go back to it and I can show you what I’m capable of.”

The man looked at him for a moment before chuckling. “That might be the ultimate irony in all of this. I don’t have sex.”

“Are you saying you’re straight?”

“No, I just don’t have sex. I don’t get sexually excited. You could do what ever you wanted to me, but you wouldn’t be able to get me hard, or even to reach orgasm.”

“Man, that’s pretty rough, can you at least jerk off?”

The man shook his head, “but it’s not like I know what I’m missing. If I’ve ever had sex I have no memory of it. I know why people do it, but I’m pretty sure I can have as much fun riding a bike cross country, racing a car or doing some wood working, so I’m ok with it.”

Denis leaned back in his chair thinking about what he’d learned. He felt strangely relieved. Somehow it was easier to deal with the fact that it had been random and that the man who’d caused this to him had no control over it, if he had been targeted he would have probably spent a lot of energy wondering if he had done something to make himself a target. He took out a business card out of his wallet and wrote his address on the back before handing it to him.

“What’s this?”

“My business card, I’ve put my address on the back. If you ever need my help just call, or show up and I’ll do what ever I can.”

The man looked at the car, tuning it over in his hand. “Just like that? You don’t even know me. For all you know I’ve just bullshited you from the start.”

Denis chuckled, “I’d have smelled it if you’d lied. I’m not naïve enough to think you’ve told me everything, but what you did tell me is true. From the way you talked I get the feeling that you don’t know any werewolves you can go to for help. I figure that you should have at least one of us you don’t have to fear. Maybe having a friend that’s going to be around probably as long as you will mean you won’t have to try to kill yourself again.”

“Thank you,” the man was visibly stunned by the offer, “I’m not going to make any promises, but thank you.” He extended his hand, “my name’s Erik”

“I’m Denis.”

Denis smiled, he’d gotten the answers he had been looking for and maybe even made another friend he wouldn’t have to worry about loosing over the years.

Yes, this had been a good trip.

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