Dracula deals with the Wolf

Originally written on Superstories from Gorel

Just before the gunfight occurred, the battle lines were clear cut. The Joker’s former gang and the Black Mask’s crew were there to fight over the remaining resources and territory after the **** of the Clown Prince of Crime. But when one of them transformed into a hulking wolf monster and started to attack indiscriminately… That line got blurred. Masks? Jokers? Both were firing and fighting for their lives, trying and failing to drop a ten-foot-tall monster tearing through both just as easily as ripping weeds out of a garden. The monster lunged towards a screaming man wearing purple and green paint over his leather jacket, firing his **** rifle and emptying the clip before he was hoisted up in clawed hands and torn in half. Two of Black Mask’s men; wearing finely tailored black suits and black plastic masks fired high caliber pistols into the thing’s back, the driving **** was enough that the bullets pierced straight through its tough flesh and chipped through the concrete walls. But the giant wolf merely turned to look at them with blind rage and hurl itself at them.

It was like a fox had broken its way into a chicken coop and was tearing into one hen after another. Whatever was left of both gangs didn’t care about each other but were desperately trying to kill what was now tearing apart two Mask crew like they were paper. It seemed like things would be the end for all of them when the giant wolf grabbed hold of a forklift and tossed it towards the only exit in the warehouse, trapping them all in. With a howl of rage, the mindless creature made it clear that no one was getting out alive.

But then something happened.

Smashing through the skylight and slowly floating down to a soft landing, gracefully on his feet as if he only weighed as much as a feather, stood a man in a green dress suit. Thumbing the broad rim of his matching green hat, the stranger pulled off his yellow tinted sunglasses and pocketed them. “I found you…” The roar the wolf made was enough to **** everyone to their knees and cover their ears, even the windows cracked from the intensity just before the massive creature lunged forward to attack the new comer. Brandishing a claw big enough to wrap around a human skull, the werewolf made to do just that, reaching for his face in mid leap. What happened instead was a crack of air when the man backhanded the claw away with enough **** to shatter its claw and arm in five places. Regardless of whether it felt the bullet wounds it healed almost as quickly as they were inflicted from earlier. The wolf felt THAT! Blind with pain and rage, the wolf tumbled back into a bundle of crates, smashing its fist into the concrete floor while its other arm hung limp and useless.

The wolf lunged again at the stranger, the vampire lord merely snorting at the creature’s lack of intelligence just before his cloak came alive. Snapping out with a will of its one, the man’s silk cloak coiled and shot out at three points, spearing and impaling the monster a mere 2 feet from his face while the creature gasped and numbed about the three strange black masses that had impaled it at its stomach, arm and chest. The last having shot straight through its heart. Confused and stunned, the werewolf tried to claw and bite at the shadowy spears before returning its attention on the man in front of it, snapping its fanged jaws at the man’s face but missing him by only an inch. With a smirk, the man grabbed hold of the wolf’s jaws with both of his silk gloved hands, prying its mouth open easily, then with a quick jolt, tore the wolf’s skull off its shoulders, its jawbone in one hand and its head in the other when his cloak finally let the headless corpse drop twitching and bleeding on the floor.

When the rest of the Joker and Mask gangs came out of hiding and picked themselves up, they witnessed something else that horrified them. The body of the monster twitched and shrank, losing hair and mass before appearing like the battered ruined corpse of a headless man before it kept going, shriveling and aging until its skin withered, the bones cracked and chipped. In the end the heap of decaying bones crumbled, leaving a pile of dust. Picking up both halves of the wolf’s skull, Dracula looked on bemused when they reverted to the skull and severed jawbone of a human before rotting almost instantly in his hands, crumbling into dust, which he thumbed off the palms of his gloves and wiped clean off his cloak.

“You… You saved us!”

“Saved us? He fucked UP that thing, Jesus! What the fuck was that?!”

Ignoring the dozen or so men too engrossed in the pile of ash in the middle of the warehouse, Dracula stepped aside, looking around the warehouse. Spotting the forklift blocking the entrance and the number of torn and dead bodies around his feet, he turned his attention back to the living just when their attention felt back on him.

“Hey man, who the fuck are you anyway?” Demanded one of the remaining Mask crew, brandishing his pistol at the stranger that saved them.

“Dude he just killed a monster that could **** a grizzly bear, you wanna shoot him?!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Cocking back his pistol, the man continued to aim at the man’s head. “I don’t give a fuck what he did, Black Mask wants this stuff, and NOBODY gets in his way. Got it?”

Barely giving the gang member any attention, Dracula straightened the cuff of one of his gloves. “Barring your lack of gratitude, I have no interest in what is in this place. I came for the beast and now the beast is no more.” Still ignoring the dozen or so men who by now had checked on their ammunition and looked ready to fight over the place again, Dracula waved a hand to regain their attention. “However, my presence must remain a secret, always a secret. I have learned through the centuries that the worst enemy to face is not a ravenous werewolf but the angry mob.”

“Dude, the FUCK you talkin about?!”

“Y-yeah, you think we’re gonna talk about this, don’t worry, no one’s gonna know.”

“Yeah, nobody. Promise!”

Stepping back towards the pile of ash and nudging it with his shoe, Dracula looked back at the armed men one last time. “I doubt you ever would, you’d be deemed MAD if you were to tell anyone. But knowing secrets are not your concern… Keeping them are.” In a puff of smoke, the man exploded into a fog of green mist that filled the warehouse, forcing everyone to cough and waved their hand to clear the air. Confused and looking around, none of the gang members knew where he went, and the green fog didn’t help. Then suddenly, everyone felt it. A powerful sense of weakness fell over the crew, the guns in their hands feeling heavy in their hands. One Joker crewmember looked down at his hand to find his skin cracked dry and flaking, thin red mist blowing out the cracks like air escaping a balloon. One by one the mummified corpses of both the Joker and Mask gang fell dead on the floor, drained completely of their life blood which coalesced when the fog began to close in, growing heavier. When the green fog imploded in on itself, it changed and shifted back into the green dressed man, who pulled his sunglasses out of his pocket and set them back over his glowing yellow eyes.

Taking one last look around he stared at the pile of ash at the center of the warehouse and waved his hand, blowing the ash all over the place to be scattered around the nooks and crannies, making it indistinguishable from the dirt and grime. Seeing his work done here, Dracula raised his cloak like they were wings, and flew out the skylight where he came from.

*

Meanwhile…

Leaping from roof top to roof top, the hulking mass of the werewolf Batman had turned into stalked the city at night. Stopping only briefly to sniff the air before moving on. He was… Following something, something familiar. His hunt ended when he jumped down from a five-story ledge and landed in a dark alley, where he found the ruined and mangled corpse of a Black Mask gang member. Licking his chops, Batman went to sink his teeth in the dead flesh but pulled back, his sense of danger overwriting his hunger. He wasn’t the only thing in the alleyway.

Lunging out with a roar, Batman was almost caught off guard by the eleven-foot-tall form of a white furred wolf tackling him to the ground and pinning him against the brick wall. Looking up at the she-wolf that gripped at his neck, solid and lean with muscle she was completely covered in chalk white fur save for her mane of hair which oddly was black as night on one side and blood red on the other. Breathing hard and gritting fanged teeth, her chest heaved with each breath, her fur covered H cup breasts stood proudly from her muscular chest, along with the G cup breasts under those, and the F cup below them. Her blue eyes glowed like silver and held a manic rage that looked barely contained.

“Killed… Mistah Jay… Kill… YOU!” with a roar, the she-wolf swiped across Batman’s face, blood splattering across the brick wall when she made to strike again. Kicking her off him, Bruce roared in pain but shook it off, his wounds already sealing up and healing within seconds just in time for when his attacker righted herself and lunged again. Meeting her mid strike, the two collided in the air and tumbled thrashing around the alley way. Breaking off, the two fell to all fours and circled each other. Snarling and barring fangs that looked sharp enough to pierce even metal. “Killed… Puddin… Make you PUDDIN!” with a snarl she attacked again, brandishing her claws to slash at his chest. But Harley Quinn was caught off guard when Batman grabbed hold of one of her arms and twisted her around into an arm lock. “Enough!” With a low growl, the male werewolf found its voice. deep and focused, the massive wolf found his prisoner slowly stop trying to fight back before he rolled her on her back and pinned her arms down.

“That’s… That’s enough out of you.” Staring down into the hate filled eyes of the werewolf Harley had turned into, her features seemed to soften briefly, her pointed ears twitched before she leaned up and did something unexpected.

She kissed him.

Blinking in surprise, Batman didn’t know what to do, even when she pressed her chest against his and slowly wrapped her legs around his waist. Her six breasts mashing against his chest and abs. Losing his grip on her wrists, the two slowly made out, rolling over until Harley was on top, straddling him but still kissing his muzzle. Breaking the kiss, the she-wolf arched her back and positioned herself, already feeling a solid erection over a foot in length bob behind her before she aimed it and sunk down on its length. Moaning and whimpering she went back down to kiss and nuzzle Batman, her hips bucking and gripping at his length until he too began to get into the act.

The entire time their howls could be heard over the city, but were ignored for the blaze going on at the docks, where a warehouse burnt down to the ground before fire trucks arrived.