As a werewolf, George’s soul first became suspended similar as if he had been sleeping. But the ghost of the wolf, summoned from the moon’s ancient past in a realm long lost from time, caused the ancient computers to behave strangely. If George had not been a Thinkster, his soul would have simply become suspended outside his body as the ghost of the wolf transformed his body with the power summoned from the ancient past. But George, being a Thinkster, caused the ancient powers to conflict. The conflict caused an odd rotation.  Though the spirit of the wolf manifested itself in the physical it also manifested itself in the metaphysical. George appeared as a werewolf in both body and spirit. But still there were two spirits: the spirit of the wolf and the spirit of George and thus the rotation. At times George found himself back in his physical body and in total control though he still appeared as a werewolf. At other times, George found himself at the wall of Sitnalta and in control there though his spirit appeared as a werewolf there as well. Just as the spirit of George rotated between these two places, so did the spirit of the wolf. Where and when the spirit of the wolf came in full manifestation, that manifestation existed as total mayhem. Regardless of whether the full manifestation appeared in the physical or the metaphysical, those in the area of that manifestation faced great horror, great grief, and the kind of shifting of reality that happens when the strong emotion that comes with good and evil overwhelm us.

Another thing that happened with Magadelion’s curse is the spirit of George no longer was bound to the world of Sitnalta. His spirit was still automatically transported to that wall that haunted him in “dream after dream” but he was no longer bound to it. He could stray from Sitnalta though the wall did still pull at him as though it were a magnet.

Thankfully this first night, George did not remain a werewolf long for the moon drained and the sun rose and his body transformed back to its normal, handsome form. Course when he woke from the transformation he found himself laying in the woods totally naked and several miles from the art school. He hid in the bushes when he heard horses coming and people yelling about the two gypsy bodies that had been found a couple of miles down the road. He thought about Magadelion when he heard of the bodies and he silently cried. He didn’t really know her.  She had cursed him and he wanted to hate her but somehow he realized that the curse was to help those she loved and he wanted to believe that he was among those she loved.  She was his mother.

After the people left from where he was hiding he walked through the woods and brush until he found a path. It seemed to be a path a lot less traveled than the main road. He walked a good ways in the direction of the art school when he came to a meadow and then a pasture. He was about to climb over a wooden fence that surrounded the pasture when suddenly he felt faint. Noticing a small tree house that wasn't very high in the tree he decided he might use it as a place to rest.  And he thought if lucky perhaps something had been left in the tree house that it might use to cover himself up.

George walked over to the tree and pulled himself up on a lower branch.  From there he crawled into the small structure probably built by children. There was nothing inside the tree house and George considered that it didn't look as though any children had played there in quite sometime. The structure didn't feel too sturdy but still he curled up on the splintered wood to rest.

George mumbled to himself as he closed his eyes, "I don't really think I will be able to fall asleep here."

When George opened his eyes, things seemed kind of odd. He felt kind of like when he would be sleeping and he would have that odd dream about the Wall that he now knew was part of a place called Sitnalta where Thinksters visit when they are sleeping. George shook off the odd feeling and climbed down from the treehouse. He walked back to the wooden fence and climbed over it into the pasture and walked until he saw a barn. He thought maybe he might at least find a sack or something to cover himself with in the barn. He couldn’t walk into town totally naked. So he sneaked into the barn, but he didn’t sneak well enough.  He heard a noise and quickly hid behind the door of an empty stall. As George peeped above the stall door at a man pitching hay, the man saw him.

“Come on out.”

George did as the man requested. Looking at the man who appeared to be fairly young George told him, “I can explain.”

“You don’t have to. Whether you got robbed or whether you got caught and escaped from the embraces of another man’s wife is of little concern to me.  I will get you some clothes.”

“Mr., thank you.”

The man put down the pitchfork and reached up to where a large hooded robe hung on a hook. George thought the man was going to hand him the robe where he might cover himself, but instead the man slipped the robe on and then pulled the hood up around his face. The man then pulled a pair of gloves from a pocket of the robe and put them on. The man waved his hand as he walked toward the door and said, “Come on and follow me to the house. There are no women around for you to shock. By the way, my name is Jay Dubois.”

George wasn’t sure what to say to the man who had covered every bit of his flesh while George continued to stand bucked naked. George shivered as a quiver went down his spine but still George tried to remain friendly. He did need the man’s help. George said, “My name is George. I was abandoned as an infant and so well, just call me George.”

Jay motioned again and George followed Jay outside the barn. George looked around and didn’t see any sign of where the house might be. He followed Jay as Jay led him to what looked like a well. As Jay climbed on the wall of the well George glanced down inside the well and saw a ladder made of a rope. Jay climbed onto the ladder and then George watched as Jay climbed lower and lower till he was out of sight.

Jay yelled up to George, “Come on or are you chicken.”

George yelled down to Jay.  “You said to follow you to your house.  This doesn’t look like a house.”

Jay yelled up to George,  “Cave, house, same difference.”

George mumbled, “Unbelievable! I am going to follow this dude down the well.  What the hell is going to happen to me next?” Scared and reluctant George climbed on the wall and then began climbing down the ladder. “It is kind of dark down here,” George yelled with the sound of an echo.

The rope didn’t reach all the way to bottom of the well but ended where there was a man sized opening to a cave. There at the opening George saw Jay holding a lighted lantern. George swung off the ladder and into the cave and said, “Man, this is cool and a great place to hide if someone is after you.  You shouldn’t reveal your hiding places to total strangers.”

Jay smiled. “I don’t consider you a stranger.  At first I didn’t remember what Magadelion told me, but then I remembered and I had that strange feeling of deja vu.  I think I know who you are. You are Magadelion’s son. A long, long, time ago she said that you would come here and that I should help you.”

“She knew I would be here.”

“She knew much, but not enough to live forever. Louis Napoleon will pay for what he has done.”

“You know what happened?”

“I got word this morning she was dead. Still, I didn’t think about what she had told me though I should have. She obsessed on it for days but at that time I didn’t know her well. I didn’t fully believe in her powers. Even now it is kind of hard for me to believe I find myself on the verge of conspiring to protect you and your secret. Things are as she predicted, aren’t they.”

“I don’t know what she predicted. I will reveal to you, a stranger, that I am a Thinkster. I am a werewolf. I am the son of Napoleon III. I am the son of Magadelion.  I suspect I am doomed to a fate worse than being cast into the very bowels of hell for all of these curses that are upon me.”

“Yes, unless you lie and exaggerate, things are as she told me.  She debated and debated as whether she should try to change the fates but then she came up with a plan that she thought would work best if destiny were allowed a temporary rest from change. Comfort in knowing that your mother said that at some point in spatial time two angels will come to you as children and they will create a brighter future for you.”

“So what will happen now?”

“I don’t have the gift of knowing the future and she only shared with me what she thought was important for me to know. All I know is that I will get you clothes and I will help you get back to the Art School. Anytime you need refuge, I will give you refuge. Only the killers and I will know that you were with Magadelion when she died. Be aware that time may reveal your secrets to lovers, friends, and enemies. This may not be the life that the two angels come. This may not be the life that you and someone called Gurdy are rescued by the angels.”

“Gurdy! I know of Gurdy.  She is a student at the art school. She also needs these angels to rescue her? I must learn more about this girl called Gurdy.”

Holding the lantern Jay walked deeper into the cave and George followed. They came to an area where there stood large pillars that reminded George of pictures he had seen depicting ancient Rome. Jay walked to a large marble door and opened it. They then entered a room that looked like a room of a normal house, except for one thing.  There was a coffin in the living room.

Jay smiled. “What are you thinking?”

“I think you are a vampire!”