“Do you have it?” he said to the dealer who brought him his merchandise. “I do,” replied the dealer and he produced the package and gave it to the man. The man’s name was Stewart Burkhart, and he was a self-made millionaire. He had been hunting for one particular piece of merchandise, and now he had it in his hands. He wrote the check and gave it to the man who promptly left.
He unwrapped the parcel and pulled out the prize he had spent most of his adult life hunting for. He pulled out what looked like at first to be an unassuming belt that would hold up a pair of trousers. In reality it was a wolf belt, that according to legend, whoever possessed it could put it on and transform themselves to a wolf and attack their enemies.
The Wolf Belt
Burkhart knew the history of the belt intimately. It came from Fahrenholz, Germany, and the lore surrounding it told of incidences of wolf attacks that surged in the year 1682 when a cluster of people were put on trial for the ability to turn themselves to wolves. They were convicted and burned alive. The church kept the belts until recently when they were burglarized and the belts were taken. The burglar was the man who sold the belt to him but those detail were unimportant.
Stewart Burkhart was a handsome and pleasant man on the surface but he kept a dark secret inside. He was actually a monster in his own right and a prolific serial killer. Stewart had murdered over 20 escorts in New York City and dumped their bodies in dumpsters all over the city.
He was an organized and smart predator whose money and intelligence helped him avoid detection. The belt would be an excellent addition to his tools he used in his abattoir of horrors where he took the women he abducted, he thought to himself.
He waited until the next full moon and went and picked up an escort and paid her to get into the car with him. He tasered her and drugged her afterwards, so she would stay quiet while they went for a long ride. He tied her up and stuffed her in the trunk. After that, he drove with the girl in his car until they reached the heavily wooded area his cabin was in. It was so secluded, they would never be interrupted, he knew from experience.
He went to the back of the car, opened the trunk and roughly dragged the girl out and dumped her unceremoniously on the ground. He grabbed her by the restraints and dragged her into the cabin to wait for nightfall. He listened to her blubber and mewl through her gag, and it made him impatient for the time to come where he didn’t have to listen to her anymore. The time finally arrived.
The moon rose and was a big, silvery white orb against the black sky. He slowly got up, took off his clothes and grabbed the knife off the counter. The girl’s eyes got big because she thought she knew what would come next. He turned to her and cut her gag and restraints from her. “You can go now”, he said to her.
She looked at him incredulously, her eyes wide, instinctively not believing him, he could tell. She slowly edged away from him and ran out the door. He put the belt around his waist not knowing if it would work or not. Whether it did or not, the hunt would go on. The change was much faster than he had expected and he transformed into a werewolf. Dashing out of the cabin, he ran on all fours after the reeking smell of the girl’s fear.
He felt alive as he ran after his terrified prey and felt ravenous for the kill. He caught up to her in a small clearing and she backed away from him terrified. He started to close in on her and backed her up against a tree. Suddenly he heard a growl, turned and saw several wolves coming out of the woods, walking towards him and the girl.
A Turn of Events
The creatures were other werewolves–natural born werewolves which had been attracted by the smell of the hunt–and by Burkhart’s unnatural existence. They bared their teeth and advanced toward him. He crouched and prepared for the attack but there were so many of them he knew he would never survive. Natural wolves would battle one on one against each other, but not this time as they desperately wanted to tear the abomination in front of them apart and eradicate its existence.
They leapt on him and tore him apart until he was little more than bloody strips of meat and bone. The girl looked on in horror and ran away. She later wandered into the highway where she was picked up by a state trooper. From the back of the car she kept floating in and out of consciousness, but when she was awake she kept babbling about werewolves. The state trooper thought she was on drugs and everyone after that who met her pretty much thought the same thing.