Silver Bullets

June 13th

I'm just messing around, silver is much too expensive and it's really a waste of time. That was a lie people picked up years ago during the early 1940s. You know the guy, Curt Siodmak was the one who wrote the screenplay Frankenstein meets the Wolfman. Look it up, it's great cinema, but werewolves and our ilk rarely have any weaknesses to speak of and that is what makes us so formidable in the first place.

Except for bullets.

Doesn't matter what kind of bullets you use just so long as we're dead at the end of the day. That's the whole point of putting down an animal, isn't it? You can mix it up and use euthansia if you're some kind of psychopath. Some people have tried that trick before provided they know the identity of the werewolf in question. (I actually learned about this one from a pro message board. The situation got rather hairy)

People with too much time on their hands are actually experts at picking apart who and who is not a werewolf the longer they get to know you.

There's a few questions they tend to grasp easily when they notice you don't act quite normal.

Normal suited to your friend's tastes.

Are you a night owl?

Do you prefer living alone?

Would you rather spend your evenings at home than in your friend's company before the night of the full moon?

Decide to live near the woods, a cemetery, or a place where no one knows your name?

Do you stockpile drugs acquired legally? Some werewolves after their nightly transfigurations engage in drug use after their bones just begun to settle. Morphine and codeine is a pretty big hit but I'd prefer over the counter pain relievers.

I prefer introversion for that one good reason since all it ever seems to do is cause too much trouble. Not saying that there haven't been a few werewolves who found partners who were like "really" into that sort of thing.

You know what I mean.

From what I've been told their appetites for lycanthropy are far more ravenous then the werewolves themselves. They both get a good feeling about it and then they build a relationship and then they go off and have families of their own.

You just gotta be really lucky to find someone like that.

It's like hitting a jackpot.

As for the rest of us, we like living in reclusion when it can be helped. Some of us decide we're better off living with a cat and drinking our nights away. I could run off and go join a friendly commune of werewolves, granted they sound a lot like those hippie communes I heard about during the '60s and '70s.

Sounds way too crunchy granola for my tastes.

I don't have a problem with that but I really don't like it when they go smashing the words vegetarian and werewolves together. It's some kind of an oxymoron, but it works for them, I guess.

However they curb their animalistic appetites is a mystery I do not intend to solve.

You know what?

I'm pretty sure it's just a hippie commune with the word werewolves tacked on.

There's little difference being a werewolf makes when confronted with a fixture in American counterculture.

Fine, hippie werewolves.

Whatever floats your boat..

What's the worst they can do?

I'm not looking for those sorts of answers and the ones who do know may keep them. I'm pretty sure there has to be some very rough elements from being accepted by one of those "families".

Werewolves are supposed to be scary.

Not finding out that the founder of one of those places was somehow the brainchild of some mentally unstable WW2 veteran who turned to farm hand, turned construction worker turned, spiritual leader who calls himself Father Slob. (respectively)

That's pretty scary on its own.