Moonlite Love

Damien Search For Werewolves

Scrubbing the counter with some spray soap and wiping it off with a cloth piece, I notices the red truck that rages outside the store front. I couldn’t see who it was that stepped out of the truck but the aura could speak for itself.

Pushing through the door of the conveniences store, the bell that hung inches above the door rang to announce the obvious – someone just walked into the store and was hopefully in need of something.

The store wasn’t particularly large but it had everything anyone in town or passing through would imagine wanting. With small shelves stocked to the max, carrying their appropriate label it was sometimes a hassle to get around the store without bumping into anything and causing a scene. Yet, an even bigger character had stepped onto the scene.

Standing at the door was a large bearded man who wore a cowboy hat that covered his forehead but gave a glimpse of his eyes. His black beard had tiny grey strands in them, giving him the aura of a hard man who perhaps had experience hard times.

He wore a blue checked shirt, brown chinos and a black waist coat that complemented his heavy black boots that clicked through the store as he walked up to the counter where I still held the soap and duster in hand.

“Hello sir” I say in a friendly tone, attempting to mask my unease at the presence of this stranger si had never seen in town.

“Hello Ma’am” responded the man in a deep baritone voice that vibrated through the air as soon as the words escaped his lips. His aura was indeed commanding. It would be impossible to not consider him a dominant man.

“Can I use your bathroom?” asked the man as he held the brim of his hat, slowly lifting is head before taking it off to reveal his lengthy hair. It was clear as daylight that this man hadn’t had a proper haircut in a while.

“Sure, it’s down that path and onto your left” I replied as she puts away the duster on the top shelf.

“Thanks ma’am” responds the deep voice as he walks off towards the back of the store.In a few moments, he returned to the counter.

This time, with droplets of water dripping slowly from his beard and onto his waist coat.

“Just moved here or passing through?” I asks the stranger partly to know who he was but also to listen to his voice ring through the room.

“Detective Damien, I’m the new sheriff in town” replied the man who had drifted to the shelf that carried the cigarettes and lighters.

“What’s your name ma’am?” Damien asks.

“ I'm Mia, I’m your convenience assistant. Partly because I work here at a convenience store but I’d be happy to help you settle into our new town with all the supplies you’d need.”

“Sure thing ma’am” Damien responds as he drops a ten dollar bill on the counter.

“Keep the change” he adds as he walks towards the door.

“And Mia” Damien say with his back still turned at me.

“Has there been anything strange in town these past couple of months? There have been rumored reports of unusual sightings, seen anything out of the ordinary?”.

“Can’t say I have detective, or should I say sheriff?” I responds with a dismissive voice.

“Sheriff is fine. That’d be all for now ma’am. I’ll be seeing you around. Hopefully not at the country’s station for getting into trouble”.

“Absolutely not sheriff. I’ll be on my best behavior for you”. At the last bit of that sentence I instantly regrets. I had just caught myself flirting with the new sheriff and that didn’t settle well as the thought of our just ended conversation churned my belly. I was only trying to have a conversation and hide my nervousness from this stranger that claimed to be the town’s new sheriff but I had let myself fall off into a spiral.

Ending our conversation in the worst possible way. Damien walks out of the store and gives me a nod with his index finger pressing lightly on the base of his hat as he walked towards his red truck. My mind immediately shifts to the last question the sheriff had asked before walking out of the store. It had only been three days since I witnessed a scene difficult to describe and even more difficult to believe.

l had seen two terrifyingly large wolves, tackle each other to the dirt before my mind slipped away from consciousness.

Flashes of the first beast with its glowing yellow eyes caused me an uneasy feeling in-between my eyes. The image still terrified me but I remembers feeling glad about the second wolf that had come to my rescue.

Whatever that was. Perhaps it was bad enough that she had flirted with him. It would have been worse if I then started to narrate to the new Sheriff about my recent sightings in the woods, it was already embarrassing I had tried to flirt with him on our first encounter, things would go even more downhill for me if I begins to tell a tale about what most people would think to be fiction.

I thought to myself the tale about wolves might either be what would get the sheriff’s attention leading to our being acquainted whilst the case lasted or I could just make a complete fool of myself.

It was a risk I was willing to take as I watches him strides majestically yet with enough pace to his car as though he was in some type of hurry.

I takes to my heels, each step I takes Damian takes five more maintaining each distance I feels I had covered.

“Detective, Detective” I calls as I realize that I wasn’t going to catch up with him. He turned with a one eyebrow raised, you could see his patient running out.

“I doubt if this makes any sense but, I might have been caught in the middle of two werewolves, only that there were bigger than normal” Damien smiles to the end of his cheek, he adjusts his belt buckle and walks towards me.