Red Rider's Hood

wolfen form in a heap on the ground, moaning. His fur was already growing shorter. His snout pushed in to become a human jaw. The mist around us was glowing a brighter blue with each passing sec­ond. Dawn had arrived.

In a moment Cedric's transformation was complete. He was in human form again, and the bites from the vampire bats cov­ered his body like measles. He gasped over and over again, like he couldn't get enough air. His eyes rolled in his head. I went over to him, kneeling down.

'No blood!' he said. 'No blood! Bobby Tanaka! No blood!'

They had drained his blood, and there was nothing I could do. I took off my jacket and covered him, and Marissa, for all her hatred of him, took off hers as well. I rolled it up and put it behind his head as a pillow.

'Horrible!' he gasped. 'Pain.' He clutched his gut. 'Like stones in my stomach.'

I couldn't imagine the feeling. 'It's okay,' I said. 'It's okay.' But I knew it wasn't. It would never be okay.

Cedric tried to hold back his pain and looked at me with anguish in his eyes. 'Why?' he said. 'Why did you? Why did you, Red?'

'You said werewolves were a part of nature,' I told him. 'And maybe you're right. But it's also part of nature for humans to protect themselves. That's why, Cedric.'

He closed his eyes, either from the pain of the vampire bites, or maybe from the pain of my betrayal. Then he opened them again. 'Mother Nature's a tough old witch,' Cedric gasped out. 'Like your grandma.'

I could feel his heart beating, but with nothing to pump, it just pounded against itself.

'Finish it,' Cedric said. 'Please, finish it.'

I knew what he wanted, but the silver had all been spent. No more arrows, nothing. And then I realized that there was some silver left. Keep it close to your heart, Mom had told me. I did, and I guess it protected me. I reached into my shirt and pulled out the little coin with the image of Saint Gabriel. I took it from around my neck and gently lifted Cedric's hand. There were bat bites all over his palm, little bloodless wounds. I took the coin and pressed it into his palm, closing his fingers around it.

'I hope this pays the fare, Cedric,' I said gently, 'to wher­ever you're going.'

He gripped the coin tightly, making sure the silver touched the open wounds on his hands, and he closed his eyes. He shuddered once, shuddered again, and then he was gone.

I stared at him long after he was dead, and when I finally looked up, a beautiful girl in a flowing black gown stood before me.

'Hello, Red. Sorry it had to end like this, but what kind of babysitter would I be if I let Cedric get you?'

Grandma and Marissa came up behind me. 'Who in blazes is that?' Grandma asked.

'Rowena,' I told her. 'Queen of the Crypts.'

Out of the mist behind her stepped Loogie, in human form. Well, sort of human, considering his recent undead status.

'We missed one!' said Grandma.

Rowena put up her hand. 'Don't worry about him,' she said gently. 'He's one of us now. We'll keep him out of trouble.'

Loogie looked at Cedric's body and lowered his head in respect.

'Go home,' Rowena told us. 'My girls will clean up the mess.'

'We have to count the bodies,' I told her. 'To make sure we got them all.'

Then Rowena came over to me and whispered into my ear. 'You'll never get them all,' she said. 'They're werewolves, and no matter how many you kill, there will always be one more.'

The thought made me shiver, but I knew it was true. Grandma got all of Xavier's gang, and still the wolves came back. Even if we got all of Cedric's, it didn't mean we were safe forever.

'The Wolves all had families,' Rowena reminded me. 'They won't take kindly to what happened here tonight?and who knows if there's a baby brother or sister who took the bite. So my advice to you, Red, is to fix that car of yours, and make sure it's faster than anyone can run?man, or wolf.'

She backed away. I nodded to her in understanding, then she and Loogie turned into bats and flew deep into the Canyons.

'Hmm,' said Grandma. 'Vampires, huh?'

'Yeah.'

'Somebody else's problem.' She turned and walked away.

I took one more look at Cedric, the immortal leader of the pack, not so immortal after all. Then Marissa gently grabbed my arm, to lead me away. As dawn broke over the city, we walked out of that dismal place, across Abject End Park, and headed for home.

20 The better to watch you with

'I've been watching the news,' I told Marissa the next day in the antique shop. 'There aren't any reports of a gang war, or anything. It's like it never happened.'

Marissa organized a shelf of knickknacks, not looking at me much. 'I guess the Crypts cleaned up real good,' she said. She glanced at me once, then looked away. 'I did see one report, though,' she told me. 'They were talking about a pack of stray dogs roaming the streets. Animal Control is on it, but they haven't found anything.'

'I guess they never will,' I said. Then I reached over and took her hand. 'I'm sorry about Marvin.'

She tried to force a smile. 'My parents think he ran off to Hollywood, like he always threatened to?and don't you tell them any different.'

I'm sure her parents knew the truth, though, or at least some of it. I could see it in their eyes when they came by to pick up Marissa that afternoon. There are just some things par­ents know about you. Like whether or not you're a werewolf.

As for my parents, when they came back from their trip, they knew something had happened to me while they were gone, they just weren't sure what it was. 'You're growing up, Red,' was the closest my father came to putting his finger on it. The way they looked at me freaked me out so much, I gave myself the silver test?we all did, Grandma, Marissa, and me, gripping a silver spoon tightly in our hands?making sure it was silver and not just stainless steel. No reaction. It was the last time the three of us met together as a team of werewolf hunters.

With my car in the shop, I did a lot of walking over the next few weeks, just to listen to the gossip in the neighborhood. According to the rumors, the Wolves just disappeared, as they had twenty years ago. Some people thought they just left to find a better town to terrorize. 'Good riddance to bad rubbish,' they would say. There was, of course, a story being whispered about a single, hairy creature descending from the skies during the next full moon, draining all the blood from a couple of vicious junkyard dogs, but no one really believed it. Aside from that, the neighborhood was soon back to normal, short a hand­ful of troublemakers that no one was going to miss.

There were some people out there who knew the truth, though. I know this because of all the envelopes that kept showing up in my mailbox and under my door. Thank-you notes, packed with money. Secret payments from relieved citi­zens, just like the ones Grandma had gotten years ago. It turns out she and Marissa were now getting those envelopes, too.

'Ain't no shame in accepting payment for services rendered,' Grandma said. I put mine in the safe, where Grandma's first batch of blood money had hidden all those years. 'Summer job,' I told my parents, and although they usually asked me a million questions, this time they knew enough not to.

Rowena was right about one thing. Every now and again, I would catch nasty, evil looks from people who had a son or a brother in the Wolves. Maybe they were just normal human beings, hating me for taking away their loved one, but then again you never know for sure what's boiling in a person's blood. But as long as my Mustang is in top shape, I don't need to worry. I can outrun anything.

Anything, that is, but the memory of Cedric Soames.

It took me a month to dredge up the nerve to walk down Cedric's street. I half expected to see his ghost in the shadows of the alleys, but instead, all I saw was his sister, Tina, playing hopscotch with her friends out front.