The sound of hoof beats on cobblestone echoed through the small Walsh town as Abel road a horse he had borrowed from a local stable down the center street. He kicked the heel of his boot into the horse's side, causing it to go faster. Where are you, mutt... As he rounded the corner, he saw a large shadow dodged into an alley way. There you are! Abel's mind raced as he urged the horse after the shadow. The horse leaped over a cart that had been carelessly left in the alley, but when they landed on the other side...The shadow was gone."Whoa, whoa, easy girl." He slowed the horse down as he entered the next street across from the alleyway."Come on out, monster." Abel raised his voice, as he took his musket off the side of the horse and held it in his hands.
Suddenly, his horse falls down, making a horrible sound as he fell to the ground, it's face ripped up and bleeding. Abel crawled out from under the corpse, pointing his weapon around and panting."Come on, wolf...Show yourself!" Dark clouds that had rolled in earlier were now pouring rain. Thunder cracked, as the lightning illuminated the werewolf standing down the street. Abel whipped around, pointing his musket at the creature."Let's dance." The sound of a gun shot rung out over the storm, smoke filling the street from the weapon being fired.
As the smoke cleared, Abel wondered if he had taken the beast down. He was answered by a powerful and terrifying howl, as the creature lunged through the smoke at Abel. He swung the butt of the musket at the werewolf's head, smacking it and knocking it off balance. They both went to the ground, but were soon back on their feet. Abel dropped the musket, pulling out his flintlock pistol in one hand and his rapier in the other. The creature was bleeding from the chest, where the musket ball had made contact, and it had some coming from it's forehead, though the wounds healed within seconds."How in the..." Abel started a sentence.
It came at him again before he could finish speaking, lunging for him. Abel fired off the pistol shot at the creature's head at point blank, at the same time trying to drive the rapier into the monster. Pain seared his chest as the severely wounded but still stand werewolf slashed his chest. the sound of claws against steel ringed out, as the creature hit his steel breastplate under the garb of a musketeer. He kicked it, and began limping away from the werewolf as it howled again."How is that thing still standing..." Abel muttered, turning around as he picked up his musket. He began pouring gun powder into it, and as soon as it was filled, he put the gun powder away and loaded in another musket ball. He pushed it to the back of the gun with a steel pole. He finished loading it, and pointed the weapon back at the werewolf."Game over..." He panted, pulling the trigger.
The creature was still standing after the smoke had cleared, and Abel could have sworn he saw it grinning at him. The beast charged again, tackling Abel and bringing him to the ground with ease. Abel used the musket to push at the werewolf's throat as it tried furiously to bite him in the face. Abel kicked at the beast, but it didn't budge. The werewolf began digging it's claws at the musketeer's breastplate, the metal being cut open like a can being attacked by a machete. The breastplate was strong, but it wouldn't hold off the werewolf for long. Abel began to panic as he realized that this werewolf could take his life at any moment."Where's a vampire when you need one!" He called out, as a desperate idea entered his mind. He bit his lip hard, the salty taste of blood filling his mouth."Let's hope they work fast..." Abel was fully intent on starting a contract with a vampire anyway, and having one come and save his life would be an added bonus.