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Drac, Ericka and Zoey were all waiting in the hallway of the ER. Zoey was pacing frantically near the door. "For once it's not me." Drac mumbled. Ericka heard him and elbowed him. Then, a doctor opened the door and stepped out. His head was bowed, he said this in a small grievous voice,
"We're doing everything we can but...."
"But what?" They all asked. The doctor opened the door and they rushed in. They looked crestfallen when they saw Nicholas. He was peacefully laying on the hospital bed, his eyes closed and his breathing ragged. The doctors successfully removed the wood from him, but they had to take off his shirt. They wrapped almost all of his chest with gauze. They looked at him with sad expressions.
"Oh Nicholas...." Ericka started, standing next to him and holding one of his hands "you were going to be a big brother."
Drac's mouth dropped open, "WHAT."
"Sorry I never got to tell you." She said. Nicholas let out a small groan and his eyelids fluttered open.
"Your alive!" Zoey said cheerfully.
"Apparently so." Nicholas said.
"Do you remember anything?" Ericka asked.
"I sorta do." Nicholas said, "I remember seeing Zoey, feeling the wood pierce my skin, everything was fuzzy and blurry after that. I remember hearing Zoey say 'hang in there' and the last thing I remember hearing was 'hang in there son' before I blacked out completely."
"That was me." Ericka said.
"I thought it was your voice." Nicholas said.
"Did you hear what she said earlier?" Zoey asked.
"..No.." Nicholas said.
Ericka had a grin on her face, "Your going to be a big brother."
"SHUT. UP." He said, "is it a boy, tell me it's a boy!"
"I'm not actually sure yet." Ericka said.
"I hope it's a boy!" Nicholas said.
"I hope for a girl," Zoey said,
"Me too." Ericka said.
"Ooooof course you do," Nicholas said, "hey dad can i see the wood?"
"Sure, it's right here." Drac said, handing him the piece of wood.
"Man, this his huge!" Nicholas exclaimed, "it's almost as long as my arm!" He stopped goofing around when he saw some jagged scrawl handwriting on one side of the wood.
"What is it?" Ericka asked, they all crowded around him. It says:
(Nicholas read it out loud)
"Although the curse passed through you, it found her. The curse will make her cold, bitter, resentful. It will make her queen of the wolves. Protect her as though nothing will happen. She has no place. Take her place and suffer. She is stronger than anything you've see before. Beware the Werewolf's curse, for though it can never be broken. Beware whoever follows, will be trapped in her clutches, never to let go. Beware the full moon of blood, as it makes her thirsty for blood. and beware the inevitable death. Beware the eyes of amber, and hair of snow. Beware the whispering of the Willow and the snaps of anger."
Nicholas sat in silence, then reached a hand up to touch his neck. No bite mark.
"Oh no." Nicholas said.
"What?" Drac asked.
"It's gone." Nicholas said.
"WHAT'S GONE?" Drac asked.
"The bite mark!" Nicholas said.
"Did Steve bite you?" Ericka asked.
"Yes! and every time a Werewolf bites someone, they get the curse!" Nicholas said.
"But the note said it passed through you.." Drac said.
"What if the note is just a prank?" Nicholas said. "What if I have the curse?"
"You probably don't" Zoey said.
"But if the note was right, it would be passed on to a girl that I care about." Nicholas said.
"That limits it to two people," Drac said, "Zoey and Ericka."
"Most likely Zoey," Ericka said.
"Makes sense," Zoey said, "but I don't have snow white hair."
"But i'm too old." Ericka said.
"Then who could it be?"