This story is an original and the characters come purely from the drudges of my mind...muuwwaahhaahaa.

Bodark : Russian word for Werewolf, known as Wawkalak

"The Bodark"

PROLOUGE

When I look back on my life from before..that is my human life, I try to imagine myself still living it. I

would most likely be a pediatrician by now, or perhaps a pediatric surgeon. That had been my goal in life you see, and you can bet that I was driven. I was absolutely determined to reach that goal no matter what it took. Swept up in my fourth year of internship at the prestigious Cedars Mt. Sinai Medical Center in New York City, I was satisfied to have my life on track, and....sigh...I thought I had it all figured out. Oh boy was I in for a rude awakening.

Little did I know my destiny was far from being fulfilled, that I was living my life in blissful ignorance as most people do. Completely unaware of a whole world out there that defies explanation and all reason. I love a good science fiction as much as anyone else, but my realist brain never allowed much for the possibility that any of it could be much more than entertainment.

One ordinary day would change all that. Just another day in my life, caught up in the hectic schedule of an intern intent on getting through another grueling shift. This was the day my destiny would finally come calling, a destiny that had been waiting in the wings since the day of my birth. I wouldn't understand the truth of this till much later, but I see it now. There is no fighting such things and I would find that out the hard way. I am Rachel Maslova and this is my story.

Chapter one

Pedestrian traffic was heavy as I weaved my way through the throng of people along the busy NewYork sidewalk. In a rush to get there, I had to check in for my evening shift at the hospital no later than 5:30pm. Missing a change of shift briefing would definitely not give a good impression to my superiors. There was only 1 month to go with my relatively successful internship, no room for screw ups now.

As I breezed through the side entrance doors of the ER, I glanced over and noticed that the waiting room was full. Wasn't gonna be bored tonight, which is a good thing. I love the rush of adrenaline when each new case comes through the door, and look forward to the constant challenges that are presented.

As I headed toward the locker room to put away my purse and small bag with a change of clothes, I passed the nurses station. Amy Weston, the charge nurse was there on the phone. Spotting me she gave me a warm smile. In her mid thirties, she was an attractive black woman, small and curvy. With her take no crap, spitfire attitude she was one of my favorite nurses, and a my best friend as well. "Hey hun." she mouthed as she continued to hold the phone against her ear. Grinning back at her, I gave a quick wink without slowing my gait.

After stowing my things away, I headed to the small room that doctors used to meet up for the change of shift briefing. This was an important hand off that insured each doctor was well informed on the status of the patients admitted into the ER. Dr. Cross was nowhere to be seen, but another resident Dr. Childers was there with the stack of charts that were to be given to each intern that was coming on shift.

I took a seat at the table centered in the middle of the room, and waited for the two or three people that hadn't arrived yet. Dr. Childers handed me my charts, and I began to look over some of the patients that I have been assigned to this evening. My heart sped up as I noticed that I have been assigned to stick with Dr. Cross this shift. "Have to be on my toes tonight." I thought as I looked through the papers. Being one of the most well respected residents at the hospital, he was also without a doubt the toughest. A small voice in the back of my head whispered, "Not to mention a girl would have to be dead not to notice how attractive he is." All this made a up a very intimidating package, and I would be in his line of sight most of the evening. Oh joy.

Finally the last intern came through the door, Marc Pearce, slimy little hateful man that I personally thought had no business becoming a doctor. Having interned with the guy for the past year, I never look forward to sharing a shift with him. Unpleasant with a nasty attitude, I can't remember a single moment that we have been friendly since our first initial meeting when I turned him down for a date. Never particularly friendly with anyone anyway, that seemed to be enough to elevate me to his special shit list. I always tried to remain matter of fact and professional while dealing with the patients and working, but sometimes I just had to grit my teeth and struggled not to sink to his level.

As Marc took his seat which was coincidentally across from me, Dr. Childers began. "Ok folks, now that were all here..you know the drill..look over you file cases and let me know if you have any questions." For the next 10 minutes or so she briefed us on a couple of specialized cases that we all needed to know about, then began to give us individual notes. When she got to me she said, " Dr. Maslova, Dr. Cross is working on an GSW that just arrived a few minutes ago..you should just check up on some of his other patients, then go find him after." A little disappointed that she didn't direct me to help with the gun shot wound that Dr. Cross was working on, I sighed and looked down at my charts. I guess I'll start with the case of acute constipation in curtain 7. Wow....glamorous.