Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Changes ❯ Wish It All For You ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: All the werewolf ideas and scientific names are MINE, so no stealing. It took me a long time in Honors Biology to learn all that stuff and it took even longer over the Internet to find perfect scientific names fer 'em. The appearances of the werewolves, however, go to all the myths and stories I have read and all the werewolf movies I've seen. Yes, I am obsessed. Thank you for noticing. o^.~o

Author's Notes: I decided to lighten the mood a little....well, for a little while, anyway. Setoparle français! o^.^o

Changes

Chapter Six: Wish It All For You

The ingredients were rather simple, if a little odd. Thirteen-year-old rust (fortunately Yugi had an old tricycle in the attic), six teaspoons of pond water (they hoped puddle water from a drainpipe would do), six hairs from a black cat (the cat wasn't too pleased about this), six drops of blood (obtained from Joey, who was the one who tried to catch the cat), and the nectar from thirteen wolfsbane flowers. Seto had brought some, remarkably.

"Where'd you get those?" Téa questioned innocently. Seto grinned.

"I have a small garden for plants that are considered magical in any way."

"Pardon my French, but you are one crazy sonuvabitch." Joey stated bluntly, still nursing his wounded arm

"Vous êtes un imbécile, Joey." Seto replied fluently, a smug grin crossing his face when the blonde tilted his head to the side in confusion. "I have them for occasions like this, actually. You never know when a werewolf or something like that is going to show up." Joey still continued to give him a weird look and Seto continued to watch the ingredients in the small vial bubble as he held it over a lighter's flame. Where he'd gotten the lighter, we may never know.

"So we just go to Tristan and have him drink this, right?" Yugi said to change the subject. Seto nodded.

"Unless his mind has been altered by being part wolf, we should be able to give it to him."

"What do you mean, altered?" Bakura asked sharply, looking up from the couch.

"If he's been part wolf for too long, he'll start to think like one. He'll begin to think of humans as prey and he won't mind killing them."

"How long does this usually take?" Yugi inquired, worry lurking within his bright violet eyes.

"It depends."

"So he could already be thinking like that."

"I hope not."

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A stabbing pain in his left arm woke Tristan the next morning. The moon had been low when he had shifted back to human shape and he prided himself on his new control over his body. Soon he might even be able to shift at dusk...or earlier.

To him, humans were overpopulating pests. They destroyed forests and entire species creatures every day, despite some feeble efforts to save them. They had "domesticated" animal for pets; it was shameful to see what used to be a powerful wolf in the shape of a fluffy poodle. He knew there were more like him, more that could take the guise of friend by day and predator by night, killing the humans and ridding the earth of their pestilence. They were slow, stupid, clumsy, and delicious. They were the perfect prey, and they bred with each other so often it would be many generations of werewolves before they were extinct and only the perfections would remain. The perfections being werewolves, that is.

Werewolves did not get sick. They did not destroy everything for no reason. They did not overpopulate. And it took a long time for them to die. It was easy to live one hundred years as a werewolf. Humans would use the gift for greed, and that's why there were so few of them. And humans didn't know just how many varieties of werewolf there was.

Homo lupus was the binomial nomenclature, or double name, for all werewolves. But there is a class that is smaller than species-variety. Homo lupus immortalis, "Immortal Man-wolf", only killed by silver because not even old age could take them. However, they were very rare because they did not breed often.

Homo lupus erectus, "Erect Man-wolf", a wolf that always stood on two feet with amazing regenerative capabilities. Unfortunately, old age could take them, but they were a little more abundant than the first.

Homo lupus castitas, "Pure Man-wolf", named for its almost pure wolf-like appearance. The only way to distinguish it from a real wolf was that they were larger, had slightly less body hair and a larger ruff, and their tails were thin and not very long. They were actually quite common but lived in remote areas and could be killed by almost anything. They could also shift at any time; day or night, but preferred the concealing night.

Finally, Homo lupus mutare, "Changing Man-wolf"; what Tristan was. They could adapt to anything and were most abundant. They did not have tails and their ears were pointier than most wolves and their eyes glowed at night. They ran in leaping motions and had scream-like roars; their reflexes were lightning-fast. Only silver killed them but they were low in intelligence and did not try to conceal themselves or protect their lineage by not going out in public. Those who knew they were werewolves almost immediately killed them, and that is why they bred like rabbits or bit humans, though the latter was usually an accident. Whatever they bit, they usually killed.

Tristan had finally managed to wrench the bullet out of his arm and tore his jeans further to make a bandage. It still hurt like hell but he would heal quickly; his variety always did. Well, so did several others-in fact nearly ALL werewolves healed quickly. But why did he care about others? All he needed was he, himself, and him. No one else. No goody-two-shoes "friends". And definitely not that other werewolf that shared the tunnels with him.

"You know I can smell you. You know I know you're here. It is almost time for the final showdown." the brunette spoke quietly to himself, but he was speaking as if the other were right in front of him. At moonrise, it would be decided who was going to be the only lycanthrope in Domino City.

He only wondered what the other man's name was.

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Argh...short, I know, but I'm getting there! Plus, I wanted to show off how smart I was. Me is ejimucaded. o^.~o By the way, the potion used is not a real potion, I just made up some Gothic-sounding ingredients because...um....well, because I hadn't seen Ginger Snaps when I wrote this chapter. o^.^o;;;