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Carni become?”
    She laughed. “We become werewolves.”
    “Oh yeah, I forgot that part. But you can't control it, but vampires can?”
    “Yeah, it's not fair, but that's the hand we were dealt.”
    “How does someone become a werewolf?”
    “They get bitten by a Carni when it's a werewolf and survive the bite.”
    I thought about the other night. “Hey, those three guys I fought on the street. Were they Carni?”
    Sasha was quiet. “Um”
    “Were they?” I persisted.
    “Yes.”
    “Were you ever going to tell me that?”
    “How could I? You didn’t even know I was one till today.”
    “So the one that bit my shoulder was a full blown werewolf?” I asked.
    “He wasn’t when he bit you.”
    “So what happens when one of these freaks bite you and he or she isn’t a werewolf?”
    “I don’t really know. I never heard of that happening before, especially the kind of bite you got.”
    “Great, I’m a trailblazer,” I said, sarcastically.  I sat down on my couch and had to put my feet up so they wouldn’t smack the cage. “Sasha, some weird crap has been happening to me the last couple of days.
    “Like what?”
    “Like at times, my hearing is off the charts.”
    “Really.”
    “Yeah. I could hear car alarms that are—”
    “—blocks away.” Sasha finished what I said.
    “Holy shit!” I continued.  “I also had an extreme amount of facial hair last night and then it went away in the morning.”
    “What about your eyes? Did you notice they were yellow?”
    “I didn't even look at my eyes.” I sat there dumbfounded. “What do you make of it?”
    Sasha shook her head and said, “It's like you’re in some weird werewolf purgatory. It's like you're not fully a werewolf, but you have the makings of becoming one.”
    “You’re fucking kidding me. I don't want to be a freaking werewolf. How do you reverse it?”
    “You can't reverse it, Tommy.”
    “What does that mean?” I shouted.
    “It means you are becoming immortal and there is no secret antidote!”
    I began sweating. I could feel my heart rate go up. The room began spinning. Holy shit! I'm having a heart attack! My chest felt tight. I fell to the floor and blacked out.
    The next thing I remember was Sasha sitting me up on the couch and giving me some water.
    “Tommy? Tommy?” she asked. “You alright?”
    I put my hand on my chest. “I don't know.  I think I had a heart attack.”
    “I doubt that. You wouldn't be able to breathe. You had a panic attack.”
    “A panic attack?” Who was I? Tony Soprano? I don't have panic attacks.
    “It's to be expected. I just told you that there's a good chance that you’re in some kind of werewolf limbo phase.”
    I looked at Sasha and just wanted to scream at her at the top of my lungs. Why did I go to Sliders bar that night? And why did I go outside to talk to her? This was crazy. Maybe she's crazy. Maybe none of this is true.
    I sighed and got up. “I better get you in the cage,” I said. “I'm not going to put chains on you, but if you get out of hand I might.”
    “You think you can put chains on me once I become a werewolf? Good Luck!”
    “What are you? A buck-ten?”
    “When I become a werewolf I'm bigger, my clothes become a part of me and I become heavier and larger.”
    “Oh, that makes sense.” 
    “It might not make sense, but that’s what happens.”
    “Get in the cage.” I said, with as much authority I could muster up. This woman walked into my life and screwed it up in so many ways.  Look at me. I am completely fucked up. I have insane bites all over my body.  I got a vampire sleeping in my bedroom and now I’m entertaining the fact that the woman in front of me is moments away from becoming a werewolf. All I could was continue to play this out. “How you doing in there?” I asked.
    “I'm alright. You better lock the door.”
    “Oh yeah,” I got up and locked the door and I sat on the couch facing the cage. The sun was setting and I looked on, staring at