A force sent several passengers and myself slapping against the opposite side of the train.

The sound of scrunching metal and glass shattered throughout; branches with their shedding leaves exploding into the cabin as multiple screams sounded off in bellowing horror as I gained what little wits, I had in the ole canoodle.

I scramble up to my feet, to see that a shard glass had sunk its one grand fang corner into my abdomen; the pain quickly shot a ten-way ticket up and down every nerve connected to the injured area.

A deep rustling howl blunted the agony licking at my side, as the fear ruffled more than a few hairs; I was completely freaked out; terrified for these people as I already has some thought as what the hell that came from; from what I witnessed with my own orifices and from the stories I'd had the privilege to hear again and again – that one, usually never means just one creature at all – a whole gaggle could be roaming around us; scoping out dinner prospects; as this is prime boon hick country-side estates; we are surrounded by deep forests for feck sake.

"Everyone ok?" The blonde guy who had barely been on the ride twenty minutes asked.

I nodded a vacant yes, as I had already plucked out the needle like material; as I discovered it was not deep enough to cause too much of a problem. It's just blood Danni – all that it is.

A few others agreed with my nod, as a woman in the back started screaming that her husband wasn't inside the car at all. "...He must've crashed out the larger window!" She bellowed.

I and three others stepped over some baggage and random debris to lean out of the few broken out windows. Running eyes across the area that could be seen from the lack of actual moonlight tonight; there was no indication that anyone was or had been whipped out from the inside; in fact: it was incredibly quiet now.

Had my theory been wrong – I surely hoped so; there's nothing in this train car that could possibly fend off hungry woodland things.

As everyone else began picking up whatever belongings they could find, something made me look again and listen beyond the throng chirps of crickets and hear the heaving snarls just underneath a burr oak's branches. It was there; as a breeze had caught a branch to perfectly assist the night's tiny moon in reflecting the two ovals at exactly the moment, I'd needed to see them. Red alert blared my head; squeezing my chest in intense tension; stunning my body from moving a further inch.

"What do you see out there?" a voice mumbled softly from behind. I ripped a mousy squeak and (if it were a possibility) had jumped out of my skin.

He stifled at my erratic response, then huffed a giggle as I turned to face him. "I uh...uh... don't..." I stuttered as I returned my gaze towards the oak's branch – nothing. "see... anything." I insisted. What really did I see there, could've been a racoon for all I know?

I stumbled around the cabin a bit more, finally finding my own travel bag.

Seemed everyone relaxed when the husband had been found unconscious in the tiny bathroom; of course, that didn't come without its own repercussions as well. Suppose he had been sitting when the car got bludgeoned to a standstill; as all the contents blotted across, what I take as an expensive suit.

Perhaps it was the smell alone that kept anything from wanting to even bother stepping a foot or paw any closer to us; it was pretty nose smacking and retched; as the four of us, even the wife couldn't slather herself anymore with his unfortunate timed bowel movement as she too had taken a seat on the opposing side of him.

It wasn't long after seating that it was noticeably odd how quiet the front of the train had been; suppose with getting banged around the cabin; I really had paid no mind until now.

With the arms of my zip-up hoodie, I windshield wiped away what condensation or moisture that had gathered on the intact glass; only to be completely disgruntled at the fact that we were not only alone; but were not even attached to the rest of the train! In fact, the railway engine and the few cars attached in before us were nowhere to be seen!

A panicked rush flew up and down my spine, as I whimpered back to my sitting position.

We were left! Is that possible? There is no way that they could have not felt the car detach from the line, unless it was... on... pur...pose.

The guy from before who had asked if everyone had been ok, must've saw my reaction, as he stood to look through the same window frame; only he didn't have the equivalent reaction, as he bluntly sent out a rough expletive out loud.

He hooved around in an oddly quick manner, as he had gained everyone's undivided attention.

"Those assholes left us!" he belled. "...which means we could be out here for hours until help comes!"

The small talk commended amongst them, as it dawned on me that this guy in front me, I had seen him before but where? I pierced my warped brain for the lack of retaining any useful information, and in doing so, I caught another glimpse of the 'feces suit guy' as most of the duty had been wiped unsuccessfully off; smeared colors of several browns and lumpy clumps of god only knows what; but the face jabbed my attention, to which made this whole situation odder as it was the professor from that night I fell into all those damn thorny bushes; the professor who was in an office, at night, with another student – a male student – ineffectively giving no cares for the noises that were made.

Boy... will his wife be surprised!

"Jensen..." a soothing voice spoke. "... you're making unreasonable accusations right now... you, yourself have no clue as to what has, or will be happening; so, seat down, and cool off."

The voice from that of a younger woman, perhaps in her early to mid-thirties, I didn't know...

JENSEN! Did she just say JENSEN!

Talek's roommate Jensen was on this ride too! It's like all these bundled up emotions had suddenly been stabbed and were leaking into my veins; poisoning me what I knew couldn't right; my gut had squeezed in protest; but all that tempered out as I quietly and emotionlessly peeked to Jensen, as he began twitching in his seat; head jerking repeatedly to the right side, which was closer to me than anyone else.

I didn't realize he had had a beard earlier; but the stubble had sprouted a few centimeters or more. His head still cocked to the right side; abruptly lifting higher; a slight smile sprawled across his square jawline; his nostrils flared in and out, seemingly sniffing the static air; his oval shaped eyes peering as slits as the irises swiftly reflected the beam of a phone flashlight.

If I knew anything at all (regardless of what any teacher should ever mention about my curriculum activities) throughout being close to any threat, it's that you never let on in having any clue as to what is going; you essentially play the 'dumb-blonde' syndrome; a nit-wit with a heart of gold to sell that nativity dances as a colorful fairy on you sleeve.

With the sly resolve resting comfortably on his face now, I must give nothing to indicate I was 'on to him'. Considering the company I held presently, I saw that there wasn't exactly saints amongst us; that unsettling acknowledgment quickly propped me to throw my own self onto this convoluted list; who thinks of saving their own ass rather than the groups – regardless if one knows Adam from Eve here; it was selfish on my part, and I rather felt a quick stab of shame by the thought.

My head ping-ponged with the erratic anxiousness that began plaguing my limbs; my knee grew from a slow tap, to a rabid leg about to twitch off at any second. I was nervous of course – who the hell wouldn't be, but with that problem showering over me, the room's going to eventually spin... the metals walls will want to crush me just as thinly as the metallic sheets holding this car together.

I returned my gaze to the front of the train car; to the window I had wiped off earlier – to focus on something other than this damn anxiety wanting to come out and play at always the wrong times.

Instrumentally, like listening to good music, I leaned away from falling into a pitfall of nerves and chemical brains reactions; gaining focus on what the hell was happening just before my eyes. And just like that, the rugged pieces of puzzle were beginning to mold and fit as one grand picture: Jensen, the roommate; the Professor, the perverted student lover; his wife, who knew all about her husbands late evening affairs and clearly a gold digging basket case, we had at least the school all in common, but the other two – what was so special about them?

Had this all been planned? What is so special about today? Which made me sneak a peek again at Jensen, who was obviously on the verge of changing to some...were-thing; but that made no sense considering a New Moon was a week ago or so... in fact the moon isn't even going to be full... wait, I'm remembering hearing something about this earlier over the radio while I was packing:

'...and if you're looking up tonight... catch that rarest form a harvest moon, the 'micromoon'... and a bottle of holy water or a couple stakes in tot probably wouldn't be the worse idea tonight... stay safe and howling... 101.5 the wolf..."

As like a snap of a random twig breaking in the midst of seemingly nowhere; blurting the unnoticed presence lurking around amongst the dark... a chest rattling yowl (imagine if a Tyrannosaurus Rex met a Lion) spat off in the distance; if one were to measure just how far the roar was projecting from – it appeared the resonating noise was possibly originating from the school – that was a least twenty... thirty miles away.

A mere second after silence fell back onto the car, Jensen shook in a split-second tremor, why was I the only to catch it? Was is because I knew, and they all were in their own little worlds?

His eyes quickly caught my gaze; I had been revealed, but instead of making the per usual effort in executing a liability for he simply leaned closer to me, a leering smirk licking at his lips; slowly unveiling several sharpened fangs, with one particularly elongated enamel showcasing prominently over the others... the smile was purposeful, 'cause I wasn't fooling anyone with the squinting annoyance brewing on my face.

"Watch this, Danni..." he teased.

I never thought he knew my name!

His right hand lifted, counting off, one by one, each finger splitting; spewing up streams of blood as each flicked out claws equally long as the next; index; middle; ring; till finally his pinky finished the set. His strong jawline parting his wet lips, as he clearly embellished in being astonished by this transformation. He irises fully flickering in a creamy tint.

I instantly remember that same look; those exact colorful circles – that late afternoon in the classroom with Blayke! Jensen was being used as an instrument; conduit; or possessed – but how... or even why?

Those questions were rudely interrupted as he growled; leaping to his feet, pitching the armed fingers towards a girl no older than me, slicing her throat with little effort in four parallel slits. At first, the girl seemed ok but extremely terrified of his swift movement towards her, as the effort had been so fluent and uncalculated, there was little to nothing a reflex could have stopped.

Then, as if suddenly being aware of severe pain rupturing at her neck; quickly smashing against her smooth skin, as crimson liquid slip through the cracks of her manicured fingers. Spatting blood out and across the car, ricocheting against the window; seats; and some even splatting against my cheek from the sheer force.

I looked on in revulsion, as she struggled to make the bleeding stop; there were no screams or noises sputtering up her vocal cords; as he must have severed them; but panicked cries were sounding off from everyone else; Jensen (do I call him Blayke) and I were less screaming, as he bellowed in laughter.

Whirling to me, face dripping in her blood; hair and features were completely animal like as he howled out.

"Let's do it again, shall we?" he jested.