A/N: Hello. This was intended to be a crossover, but for some reason, I couldn't find "An American Werewolf in London" as an available option. This is to let you know what it really is. But, it's also going to be told in perspective of Terry Fisher. Believe it or not, "The Howling" and the aforementioned movie above were both my favorite movies in the topic of Lycanthropy. But I had a few small gripes about each one. For starters, why did Terry have to be cut off from the movie? She was my favorite character. That, and the sequel was a far cry from where the movie was supposed to go. Although, it did get the song right. It was the one thing I enjoyed, not that I watched the movie. Also, David deserved a better ending than just being shot dead, and we needed to see how the audience felt about David's talking with the specters. So, to resolve all these gripes, here it is. "Howling II: Werewolves of London". I hope you can get a good howl out of this. :) Eh, never mind. Just enjoy.

Prologue: Werewolves Hate Paperwork; The First Night

It all started one day at the Colony, when Terry Fisher was investigating the Quists' cabin in order to connect the resort to Eddie Quist, Karen White's assailant also known as Eddie the Mangler. Cautiously, she walked up the stairs and slowly looked around at what could only be the front porch of the cabin. While looking, she didn't notice until too late the bone decoration hanging from the ceiling like it was some sort of wind chime. After shrugging it off, Terry looked through the window and noticed that no one was inside. At the same time, she heard a strange growl from the woods, although it's difficult to know where it came from directly. Cautious as she was before, she slowly opened the door and yelled out to see if anyone was present.

"Hello? Anyone here?"

There was no response. Keeping her cool just, she slowly walked in the room. As she looked in what appears to be a kitchen, she noticed a picture of a lone wolf standing tall on what seems to be a continent as if it was a small island. As she slowly looked around, a pantry door opened slightly. Perhaps it wasn't closed all the way before? She looked in the pantry, but couldn't see anything due to the blackness overpowering the little light the door crack could provide. She slowly walked to the next room when she noticed other interesting details, such as a well-drawn picture of Marsha Quist matching every detail (although it just showed her head).

As Terry took pictures of her surrounding environment, she also took pictures of a young boy's portrait as well as a door with a smiley face on it (a classic trademark of the Mangler himself). What perplexed Terry was whatever is behind the door, so she slowly opened the door and looked inside to notice strange and bizarro artifacts of what seemed to be cut-out pictures of various women he sought out and raped. Terry believed that this could be the evidence that would prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that Eddie the Mangler was still alive, as she no doubt had suspected when his body vanished from the Morgue.

Suddenly, as she was taking pictures, another door bolted itself with growling all the more present. In controlled panic, she went out the door she came from, just in time for the other door to burst open. Terry made a break for the window, while her presently unknown assailant tried to bolt the door open, knocking half of the wooden bar holding it off. She tried to unlock the window in a constant state of worry. Just as the assailant busted the door down to pieces, she successfully unlocked it and fell out of the window. Instinctively afterwards, she grabbed for a nearby hatchet embedded in a block of firewood. As she looked around in stress, she forced the hatchet off of the firewood and backed away, just as the attacker peeked its head out of the window. As she laid low in the cover of darkness (of sorts), she believed that she was safe for now. Unfortunately, she couldn't have been more wrong. Suddenly, a clawed furry hand burst through the wood behind her, grabbing onto her. She exclaimed in a panic as the clawed hand tried to pull her to it.

"No!"

As she struggled, she ended up being scratched across her blue jacket sleeve. Soon enough, when she managed to free herself, she grabbed the hatchet with both hands trying to force it back. After a brief moment of struggle, the assailant busted the wood down, revealing its appearance to be an anthropomorphic wolf on two legs, and grabbed her leg. In an act of self-defense, she chopped off the arm of the beast. However, even that proved to be ineffective, as it seemed to be reanimating itself to move towards her. But, it evidently turned out to be shifting back to its normal human form. The furry clawed arm has now returned to a bloody pale human arm.

In a state of pure terror, she ran back to Doctor Waggner's office and tried to call her romantic interest, Chris Halloran, in an effort to get help as soon as possible while getting her tape recorder to record the message. As she did so, she had noticed that her nails were a bit longer than usual. That brought two questions to her fear-stricken mind. Was she going to become a werewolf like her attacker? And if so, was she doomed to be a killer? Whatever the case, she knew that whether she's going to be a werewolf or not, she knew that whoever comes here next needed to hear the message which was about to be recorded. While waiting for him to answer, she grew more anxious by the second.

"Come on, Christopher."

Finally, Chris responded to her, answering her silent prayers.

"Hello?"

"Christopher?"

A wave of relief swept over her as she proceeded to explain.

"Christopher? You're not gonna believe this."

She tried to explain over the phone about her situation purposely omitting the part where she's attacked by a werewolf in broad daylight. Chris couldn't find any sense in it, due to her panic. To be fair, it made no sense to her either. After a heated explanation, Terry resolved herself to look at the files of the Quists, only to come face-to-face with yet another werewolf. As the werewolf swung its clawed hand to her face, she swiftly ducked. Afterwards, the werewolf tossed the files away and shoved the flatbed towards her as she cowered. She yelled out to Chris, who was still on the phone.

"Chris!"

"Terry?"

Terry moved along the walls behind her to find an exit route, but the wolf picked up the flatbed and tossed it out of the way in order to get to her. However, before it could make its move, Terry shone the light on the beast, effectively blinding it. As soon as she was certain it's blinded, she ran around it, but the wolf rebounded from the light quickly and smacked her against the walls. As she backed up, the werewolf looked at her. Though she was cringing, in the back of her mind, she was wondering what the beast had planned for her. For an answer to the unasked question, the beast grabbed her by the neck and held her up.

In its grip, she repeatedly beat its chest with her hands as her feet swung up and down rapidly, only for the wolf to jolt her around to get her to stop. As she was exclaiming in fear, the beast knew that her scent would become integrated in the Colony. With one final snarl, the wolf pressed its fangs on her throat, precisely on her jugular vein, though not hard enough to pierce through it completely. Terry stopped exclaiming and gasped. She knew that the werewolf had found her weak spot. All at once, the image of the werewolf biting her became a blur as she grew dizzy. After letting out a moan, she fell asleep as the wolf lapped up her blood to clean it up.

After it was done, the Werewolf set her down under Doctor Waggner's desk, but not before blood trickled down on the papers that were on the floor, presumably from her neck wound. Perhaps the werewolf didn't clean it up as much as it thought. Regardless, when she awakes, she will be a different person. That much would be certain.

When Terry woke up, she found herself beneath the desk and felt groggy.

"W-What happened?"

A few moments later, she noticed a corpse, lying on the floor. But it's not just any corpse; that corpse belonged to Eddie Quist. Somehow, she could practically smell for herself that it's happened most recently. She could also see a couple of gunshot wounds: one in the neck and the other in the head. She knew that it had to be silver bullets. Judging by the way his hand was covering the wound located at his throat, it looked like it was his weak spot too.

"Well, you know what they say. An eye for an eye."

Then, she felt a sharp pain on her neck. She moaned as she felt her wound, trying to recollect what had happened. As she held her neck tight, she looked over to the tape recorder that was playing how Terry ended up attacked. As she listened, her memories of her attack grew as clear as day.

"So that's what happened."

Then, as sudden as it appeared, her neck pain went away when she looked at the moon. With her knowledge of Werewolves, Terry knew that the full moon would turn her into one given the fact that she was scratched and bitten. Although, her experience today would prove this fact false. All the same, she felt as though she was entranced by the moonlight.

"I feel... different."

Indeed, she did. The moonlight itself had enlightened her in ways no one could ever have known. Well, other than the Colony that is. As soon as the Colony was brought up in her mind, she felt a sharp pain from her nails. Thankfully, she wasn't breaking and/or losing any of them. There was one problem though; they were growing.

Under normal circumstances, Terry would be scared out of her mind, but for whatever reason, this seemed... natural to her. Terry moaned as the nails grew in size. Then, she felt her heat expanding as she grew taller and her skin bubbled. After unzipping her jacket, she gave herself a thrust, ripping her shirt. She walked over to the cabinet and found a hand mirror. She looked at the mirror and didn't see herself. All that she saw was a redhead turning into a wild wolf.

Despite it, however, she only smiled at her appearance, pearly white fangs showing, before falling to the floor on all fours. While she drew labored breaths, her feet changed to that of paws at the end of their hind legs, ripping her shoes in the process. Soon, as she started to grow a large muzzle and wolf ears, she let out a howl of content as the transformation is complete. After that, a long silence followed. Then, a low growl filled the room as she helped herself up. In her mind, she's still the same Terry Fisher, only new and improved.

She looked at the hand mirror and saw her wolf face. It was identical to the face of the werewolf that bit her, only her eyes were plain yellow, the fur was red, and her fangs weren't actually showing (mostly due to the fact that her mouth was closed). This surely was a bit to process, but the good thing that came out of it was new information about werewolves, if not updated. First off, she discovered that they can transform at will, regardless of the time of day. Secondly, considering that she was still in her right mind, Werewolves may or may not have a sense of common sanity. This brought Karen's so-called husband to mind.

Was he a werewolf too? If so, how did it happen? To know for sure, she walked out of the office and searched for the Ritual Center located at the barn. When she got there, however, she noticed the barn was set on fire. She also happened to notice that Karen and Chris were driving away from the Werewolves chasing after them. She realized that through her entire change, she never once crossed their mind, or if she did, they'd think she was dead. Silently, she prayed that nothing would happen to the two of them.

She could do something to help them, but what could she do? She's a werewolf like them, sure, but that wouldn't be of any help if she was shot by mistake, or worse. Then, she noticed George Waggner, groaning on the ground, still awaiting his fate from his silver bullet wound. Cautiously, Terry walked over to the wounded doctor and met his eyes with hers. At first, George was visibly horrified, but after a few seconds, he knew that this werewolf was no threat to him. As Terry approached him, she spoke as best as she could to the doctor.

"Don't... worry. I won't... hurt you."

After being picked up bridal style, George eased himself in Terry's hairy arms and passed out.

By the time they got to his office, Terry knew it was time to change back, so that the bullet would leave his damaged body properly. However, she also needed to make a clean incision to get to the bullet of the matter. After setting the flatbed back up and laying him down, she was about to begin the incision when she felt her nails shrinking back down. Her fur retreated to her skin like needles being plucked out of it. Her muzzle was shrinking to a normal human mouth, too. She let out a pained snarl as her joints reconstructed themselves to normal feet and her wolf ears shrunk back within her red hair. When the change back was over, Terry was stark naked.

Though she didn't mind it one bit, she also didn't want the first thing the doctor sees when he wakes up to be a naked girl. To remedy this, she quickly put on her jacket and what was left of her jeans now turned into shorts. Afterwards, she continued the operation. She struggled for a bit, mostly due to her lack of medical practice, but she barely was able to remove the bullet and patch him up with a rag around the wound. Soon, the doctor awoke to see none other than Terry Fisher. Being one himself, the doctor knew that she was the Werewolf that had rescued him.

"Terry?"

"Are you okay?"

"Thank heaven. I thought Edward killed you."

Terry looked over to the corpse of her attacker, considering the irony of it all as she spoke.

"Well, I wish I could say it was the other way around, but he's been dead when I woke up."

Waggner's face showed confusion and wonder as he thought back to when Terry rescued him.

"Why did you save me?"

"You said it yourself. We should never deny the beast within us - only to channel them in a positive direction, if you know what I mean."

"I should. I was the one who told you and everyone else that."

Terry thought back to what happened to the barn.

"Well, we could see how well that worked out."

"They turned on me."

Terry looked to Waggner with evident shock.

"What?"

"They didn't want to do what you did; they wanted to hunt like beasts again. So they turned on me and Marsha took over."

Terry then flashed back to the drawing of Marsha Quist at his cabin and figured out why it was there. She was the Queen of the Werewolves all along. And apparently, she seemed to be planning this coup for heaven knows how long.

"I'm sorry."

Then, she thought about Karen and Chris driving away. That was the last time she saw them, let alone as a werewolf.

"Where's Karen and Chris?"

"Don't you know? They're gone. Far away from this forsaken place. And a good thing, too. I wanted them away from here."

Given her situation, it wasn't difficult to see why. After all, who'd stay in a woodland surrounded by Werewolves? However, she still wanted to know for sure.

"Do you have a TV I could use?"

"Of course, but why?"

"If they know Werewolves exist, they sure as heck won't go to the cops."

Evidently, she was right. It'd be a crazy story on their account. Unless... they go to the station and broadcast evidence live on the news. But what confused her was how they're going to provide evidence. Then, as Terry watched it unfold, it struck her. Karen was the evidence.

When she changed, her werewolf form appeared similar to Chewbacca from Star Wars. Not that she was a huge fanatic, but the features were indistinguishable. The event that followed shortly afterwards, though, struck Terry's heart like a knife. She ended up being shot on camera before it cut to commercial. After a brief silence, Terry began to cry for her lost friend. Waggner, who saw the whole tragedy as well, put his hand on her shoulder.

"I'm so sorry about this, Terry. This was my fault, you know. I put her in that position."

Terry wasn't even going to try to make him feel better this time. She knew that he was right. But, at the same time, she knew that Karen chose to do this. Not only to raise awareness, but to save others from possibly herself. Besides, he did ask to be shot with a silver bullet before they escaped, not that it'd done enough. The only one at fault was the one whose coup turned her into one of them and forced her to take such a drastic measure. With that, Terry spoke to the doctor, forcing her sadness down and bringing up anger, struggling to maintain her voice.

"No. You did all you could. It's her fault. She started this from the beginning. I'm going to end it."

Doctor Waggner knew the odds of her being successful were basically 100 to 1, considering that Marsha's pack wouldn't turn their back on her should she win the fight. More than likely, it wouldn't even be a fair fight. She'll basically send the pack to gang up on her. Unless...

"Not alone, you won't. There's actually one patient who chose not to come here. He's in London, all by himself now."

"London? Can you give me a name?"

"Yes, but I don't think it'd do much good with only one of them away from here."

Terry only saw the bright side of it. Desperate as she is for revenge, she still considered the odds. Even if there's only one other in her pack, she'll take any help opposed to Marsha Quist.

"Well, we'll just cross that bridge when we come to it. Besides, I've always wanted to go to London."