Pilot

Flashback

The story begins a long time ago in October 1861. A handsome werewolf named Clawrence Wolf bit his four children to transform them into werewolves. He started with his eldest Clawdia, who was nineteen. She had blonde curls, golden eyes, dark skin and wore glasses. Next was Clawd his second eldest and only son who was seventeen. He had short curly dark hair, golden eyes, dark skin and was dashingly handsome. Then there was Clawdeen who was fifteen. She had long curly dark curls, golden eyes, dark skin and lips red as blood. Last was his youngest Howleen who was fourteen. She had orange curls, golden eyes, dark skin and dyed her hair a lot. They heard a loud bang on the door. “Children,” Clawrence said. “You need to hide.” “What about you?” Howleen asked. “Don’t worry about me,” said Clawrence. “In the basement, lock the door.” The children ran into the basement and locked the door. Clawrence opened the door. “You cannot have my children!” he said to the humans. We’re not here for them, said the man. The children worried in the basement. “Is he crazy!” Clawdeen asked. “He’ll die up there,” said Howleen. “Guys forget it,” said Clawd. “We could die there.” The children heard a loud bang that sounded like a gunshot. The children hugged each other worryingly. The sound was over. The children left the basement. The house looked fine. Nothing was broken. “Father?” Howleen called. “Father?” Clawdeen called. “Where is he!” He was nowhere. It was like he disappeared. The next morning they heard a knock on the door. “Who is it?” They asked at the same time. It was Abraham Van Hellscream. “I would like you to come see fireworks,” he said. “Your father will be there.” The Wolf siblings accepted the invites. On Halloween night, there was no fireworks. Instead there was a huge machine wit their beloved father trapped in it. “Trick or treat!” the machine said. “These aren’t fireworks,” said Howleen. “He tricked us,” said Clawdeen. “That’s it I’m done,” said Clawd. The children left the even right before their father died. There was a bloody background next to them.

Today

I went over to the Wolf siblings house which is called Wolf Manor. I was never invited to their house before. When I was in the living room I saw a pocket watch, an old jacket, a journal and a picture of a male werewolf in a glass display case. Clawdeen came to me. "What is this stuff?" I asked. "They're the belongings of our father," she answered. "Where is he?" I asked. "He's gone Frankie," said Howleen. "He died many years ago." "What happened to him" I asked. "He was shot a long time ago with silver bullets to the head," said Clawdia. "A horrid time for each of us." "Why does he look so familiar?" I asked. "He looks like me doesn't he?" asked Clawd. "Someone told me every time they saw my face they saw our father in it."

I left later on. "At least she'll never know the truth," said Howleen. "No one will know the truth," said Clawdeen. "No one should know the truth," said Clawdia. "And no one can handle the truth," said Clawd

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