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Interviewer: Samuel Horn (I.D.)
Scribe: Gemma Lewis (S.D.)
Notes: Subject name: Glenn Wolf. Worldborn. Werewolf. 16 Y.O. Male. Mixed Race, favoring caucasian. Dirty blonde hair. Light green eyes. Natural height 6’. Natural weight 217.
Distinguishing marks: Vertical scar on right jaw. Notable scarring on back of legs, lower back, and buttocks.
Subject appears to be an alpha apparent. Single packmate. Brought in by Andrew Baines following a high-level purge. Subject is cooperative.
I: Are you comfortable, Son?
S: Yes Sir. Um, I know I asked this, but I’m not in trouble, am I? Is my sister okay?
I: Is your sister the female wolf we brought in?
S: Yes sir.
I: She’s fine. [She’s] sleeping under sedation. You kids are fine for now. If you’re cooperative, you’ll stay that way. Alright?
S: (Non-verbal affirmative)
I: Now, My name is Samuel Horn. The young lady with us is Gemma Lewis. She’s going to transcribe our interview, so you can ignore her. I’m an interrogator for the Choir. Do you know who the Choir is?
S: Yeah. You enforce the rules we live by. Monitor packs and stuff. You also hunt monsters like we do.
I: Not a hundred percent correct, but good enough for now. Do you understand why you were brought in?
S: Because I killed that woman?
I: No. Andrew was already going to kill her. That’s perfectly acceptable. That was you doing your job, actually. No, you were brought in because you were involved in a purge as a potential target of said purge. The agent in charge of said purge made the determination that you and your packmate, who you’ve stated is your sister, are innocent of the violation that prompted the purge and deserve to be re-educated and released. Agents can not make that determination on their own, however, so you and I are going to have a little chat so I can make a final determination.
S: What happens if you don’t think I can be re-educated.
I: I think you’re smart enough to figure that out without being told. But, Champion Baines is an excellent judge of character, so his word goes a long way. This interview is something of a formality, but protocol is protocol and is to be obeyed absolutely. There are no exceptions. Simply answer all my questions honestly and you have nothing to worry about. Alright?
S: Yes Sir.
I: Please keep in mind that if you lie or in any way obfuscate the truth, I will know. Understood?
S: Yes Sir.
I: Good. Now, Let’s start with your name.
S: Glenn Wolf, Sir.
I: You can drop the ‘sir,’ Glenn. I understand you’re nervous. You can call me Sam if that helps.
S: Um. Okay, Sam.
I: That’s better. Now, Wolf is a bit on the nose, isn’t it?
S: I wanted to drop my original family name. So we picked a new one. My sister was nine at the time and insisted. I didn’t really care that much as long as it was different. So, Wolf.
I: Huh. Okay, that’s fine. It’s your name. How long were you with that pack, Glenn?
S: The big one with that crazy asshole? We really weren’t. We’d only met them that day.
I: I see. Did they turn you?
S: No. We were turned by our previous Alpha. We’d been with them for two years.
I: Before that, where were you?
S: With another pack.
I: I see. Now that is unusual. You’re already a bit young for this, but you have a long relationship with wolves in general. Why don’t we start at the beginning? Go back to before you ever met a werewolf. How old were you?
S: I was eleven. Sabine, that’s my sister, was nine.
I: Okay, and where did you live?
S: With our foster mother and a bunch of vampires.
I: This is turning into something of a rabbit hole. Let’s start there, assuming there were no other supernatural creatures that led to that?
S: No. The vampires were the first non-humans I ever met. Before that, all the monsters were purely human.
I: Then continue.
S: My sister and I ended up in the foster system because our birth parents were not good people. Not sure what exactly happened to them, only that whoever our birth families were, they either did not want us or were unfit to claim us. Our foster mother, Jolene, was a functional drug addict. She was okay at first. She didn’t pay a lot of attention to us, but we got food and clothes and went to school with other kids. She kept up appearances for the social workers that checked in on us.
When I was around ten, she met this guy named Ash. I don’t know if they were dating or what, but we started seeing him a lot and he had a bunch of money. A big house in the Hollywood Hills. One of those places where you don’t see cops unless you call them first, you know?
Anyway, Jolene tells us we’re gonna move in with Ash. We could have toys and nicer food, but we had to do a little work for it. See, Ash and his friends had special dietary needs. They needed blood. Living blood from living people. Jolene couldn’t give them what they needed because her drug use made her blood bad, so we’d give them the blood. That was it for a month, maybe two. Then they wanted more. Much more. More than what a couple of little kids should be giving to anyone. I don’t have to go over that, do I?
S: Thanks. I tried to protect Sabine from what I could, but I was a kid. They would beat us if we resisted and sometimes even if we didn’t. We were toys. It was horrible. They were always careful not to do too much damage, but once Jolene pulled us out of school they got a little less careful about marking us up. Social workers suddenly stopped showing up. Eventually, we got used to it. Stopped fighting. Became better pets. I wanted to die, but I couldn’t leave Sabine. I kept hoping they would take too much or hit me too hard and it would stop. They never did. I guess we were just that fun to have around?
One day, a couple of people show up. One of them I recognize as Ash’s maker. They’d introduced us to him before. He’d never touch us though. He’d just watch. The other was a woman. She was wearing this weird, hooded dress and a mask. The mask looked like a crying face with no mouth with a half sun on its forehead.
I: Hold on a moment. That mask. If you saw it again, could you identify it?
S: Yeah. Easily.
I: (At this time, Agent Horn pulls out his cellphone and pulls up a picture that is shown to the Subject.) Is this the mask you saw?
S: Yeah. That’s exactly it.
I: For the record, the Subject has identified a mask of the Children of Contrition.
S: Children of Contrition? Who are they?
I: They are kind of like, the internal affairs of the vampire world. I would say they’re like us, but it’s more nuanced than that. It’s not overly important at the moment. Please continue.
S: Well, that explains what happened next. See, the Maker was acting really scared of her. His posture was hunched over a little. His shoulders were down and he wouldn’t look directly at her. It was the same way my sister and I looked all the time, so I recognized it.
Ash didn’t get it. He thought the woman was some sort of present for them. Some new toy to play with. The other vampires were making jokes. When he started to reach for her, his Maker backhanded him across the room. He slammed into a wall and was pretty wobbly for a minute. The others stopped laughing. I’ve never seen his Maker hit him. I’ve never seen anyone hit him.
The woman wants to see us. So they bring us to her. She wasn’t that much bigger than I was. She reached out and put both her hands on my face. She was wearing gloves made of something soft. She touched my face in a really gentle way. Almost kind. She was warm. So warm. It wasn’t like anything I’d felt before. I didn’t want her to let me go.
She made me take off my clothes and turn around. I had a lot of scars on me, all over my back. The whole time she’s dead silent, but it’s not creepy or uncomfortable. It feels like I’m supposed to be doing it. Then she takes my face in her hands again and even though the mask doesn’t have eyeholes I can feel her staring at me through it. Looking right into my eyes. Then, after a few minutes, she tells me to get dressed. She does the same thing to Sabine. All of it.
After she’s done, touches my face again and I hear a voice inside my head. It tells me that when this woman leaves I am to take Sabine and hide. Hide and don’t come out. Don’t talk. Don’t cry. Don’t tell Jolene. Just hide. She lets me go and turns to the Maker.
She speaks for the first time. It’s the same voice that I had just heard in my head. She tells him to renounce them. He waves his arm at them and says it’s done. When I look at Ash and his friends, they look shaken. They’re freaked out like something just changed and now they’re all scared.
She turns to them and speaks again. So softly that it’s almost a whisper, but I can hear it as clear as day. I don’t think I can forget what she said if I tried. “Your crimes are innumerable and for them, you shall all die screaming. Yet, even in the creation of that sweet symphony, you are still unforgiven.”
Then she leaves. I didn’t even hear her open the door, but it was open and she walked out, the Maker following close behind. It was like she’d cast a spell on them because they didn’t move. I grabbed Sabine and ran. I didn’t need to pull her, she knew what we had to do. I’m sure the woman told her just like she told me. Even if she hadn’t we’d have still ran. We knew something terrible was coming. Something more terrible than anything we’d ever seen or experienced and we didn’t want to be there for it.
The house had two floors and an attic. We used to try and hide there until they started beating us for it. Today, we didn’t care. I put Sabine on my shoulders so she could grab the string and pull it open. The stairs folded out and we ran up them. I folded them up behind us, snatched the string off the other side of the hatch and pulled it closed.
We waited there in silence. Just huddled into a corner of the attic, hearts beating like rabbits, and tried not to cry. Sabine had gathered my shirt in her mouth and was biting me to keep from whimpering.
We could suddenly hear them arguing, but we couldn’t make out what they were saying. I could still hear the fear in their voices. The confusion. Then I could hear Jolene yelling for us to come out. She was scared and angry. We didn’t move. She was under the attic hatch shouting for us to come down. She started to threaten us with what she was going to do to us. What she was going to have done to us.
Then came the sound of breaking wood and a slamming noise. I was sure it was the sound of the door getting smashed in. Then silence.
Then, the sound of breaking glass and screaming. God, the screaming. We could hear furniture moving, things being broken. We heard fighting and snarling and begging.
Then we heard Jolene. She was crying beneath our feet. Begging us to let her into the attic. As she begged, I found myself relaxing. As her begging turned to screams drowing in snarls, Sabine relaxed. As everything when silent again, I think I started to cry, but what I felt wasn’t sadness. I don’t know what it was. I don’t know how I felt. I knew that we were free. No matter what came next, we were free. I think, maybe it was peace?
We sat in silence for a few more minutes, waiting for whatever had gotten into the house to come and get us. For whatever nightmare that woman had summoned to tear its way into the attic and do to us what it had done to Jolene and the vampires.
I heard someone saying to find the kids, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps and moving furniture. Feet thumped up the stairs. Lots of ‘hellos’ and ‘come outs.’
Then there was a knock at the hatch. We froze. The knock came again. Then were heard someone say “Yoohooo. You kids up there?”
It was strange. Why didn’t whoever it was just come for us?
The voice came again. “I know you’re in there. I just need you to come out so I can eat.”
Then another voice, gruffer and older rang out. “Damn it, Keith. Do you hear yourself?”
The first voice said, “Sure I do.”
Then there was more silence and the gruff voice said, “Just go downstairs and eat. I’ll handle this.”
Now Sabine and I are looking at each other confused. I wasn’t sure what to do because that exchange does not match anything that today has been leading up to. I crept over to the hatch and pushed it open a little.
There was a man there. A big man, probably the biggest man I’d ever seen at that point. He was wearing this dark green poncho that was covered with blood. He was bald with a short beard and was smiling at me. It wasn’t a hungry smile. I knew what those looked like by now. It was happy. He was happy to see me.
He waved at me and asked me if my sister was with me. I told him yes. He asked if we needed help getting down. I said no. There wasn’t any point in hiding any more so I pushed the hatch open and let the stairs down. Sabine was practically on my back at that point. We went down together to talk to the man more.
He told me his name was Henry. He explained that he and his family had come to kill the vampires that lived here. They’d also killed Jolene because she wasn’t a very good person because of what she’d done to a couple of kids at the behest of vampires. He asked us to forgive him for that part of it. I told him we didn’t care what happened to her.
I then asked if I could see what they had done. I don’t know why I asked. I just needed it. I needed to see those guys dead, you know? Henry didn’t seem comfortable with it, but he agreed and led me and Sabine downstairs.
It was pretty violent. The windows were broken, the front door was destroyed, furniture was smashed, and there was blood everywhere. In the middle of it all were seven werewolves. Even though I’d never seen one before, I just knew that’s what I was looking at. Wolves the size of men with distorted limbs and paws to look almost like a person. They were eating the vampires, all of which looked like they were still alive. Their throats were torn out and their limbs were savaged. They were trying to struggle a little as the werewolves tore mouthfuls of meat out of them.
I started laughing. I also started to cry. When I look back on it, it should have been gross, but it wasn’t. Sabine was just silent.
I asked Henry if they were going to kill us too. He said that wasn’t his plan. He figured he’d just send us to the police. They’d get us a new foster family and we could move on. I told him that there was nothing we wanted less than that. What had life given us so far that should make me so excited to gamble on new people not also being trash? It would be better to just die right there, right then, so we didn’t need to deal with anything else. This horrible moment in time was literally the best life had ever been.
We just stared at each other for a moment. He looked so sad about that. Then I heard Sabine giggling. At some point, she must have left my side. When I looked over, she was on the back of one of the werewolves who was running around the room. She had a fist full of his hair in one hand and one of his ears in the other. The Wolf’s tongue was hanging out like some stupid-looking laughing dog. She was completely unconcerned with the blood they were now both covered in.
One of the other Wolves began shifting back into human form. It was a woman, with broad shoulders and a shock of coarse black hair. She bounded up the stairs towards Henry and me. She looked excited. Hopeful.
“Boss, can keep them?” She said.
Henry looked at me. He didn’t seem to like the idea. He said he couldn’t make his pack any bigger. We were too young anyway. She pleaded. The other wolves whined. Henry rubbed his temples. He said he’d let us come with them until I changed my mind. I saw that Sabine was happy. She was laughing. So I said yes. I said I would prefer that to anything else.
I: So they just made you family? They didn’t turn you?
S: Henry said he was at the limit. No turning. No pack can be bigger than 8 including the pack master. So he just kept us. Said there was no rule that stopped him from just keeping kids to keep them safe. I secretly think he wanted to keep us too. I’m glad he did.
I: Thank you for that, Glenn. How about we take a break? You can see your sister and we’ll pick up in a bit.