Moonlight Serenade

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Napoleon Solo stirred, stretched tentatively his legs and cursed silently as he heard the too familiar sound of ripping fabric. Great. He turned up the collar of his coat. The dilapidated stone wall didn't offer much of a shelter. The cold breeze blew the mist away and suddenly the whole area bathed in moonlight.

Great. Icing on the cake.

Napoleon sighed.

Strange phenomenas occurred in the area. Of course Thrush could be part of this. Of course Uncle had to check... And of course Waverly sent his top agents there... They watched, watched and watched again... Of course, nothing happened. No Thrush bird showed itself... Napoleon cursed again and stared at the full moon. Howling wolves were just missing, at the moment, he thought. He sighed and tucked again his legs under him. At dawn, they would come back to the village and leave the damned place. Damned...

He sneered softly, considering his partner curled against the wall in a well-known posture... Some said that full moon was associated to insomnia...

“I'm not sleeping!”, Illya muttered, demonstrating again his ability to read his partner's mind.

“Perhaps we could get back to the village now... I'm frozen and...”

“I wouldn't do that...”

“Why?”

A pale finger appeared, pointing at the moon. Napoleon frowned. Yes. His partner was right. Though they didn't see any enemy around, by the moonlight they would just be sitting ducks.

Illya muttered again something indistinct.

“What...” Napoleon looked inquiringly at the Russian who sighed and crept towards his friend.

“Look. This is bear's garlic.” He showed some lovely white flowers which gleamed by the moonlight.

Garlic? Oh yes, so it was this scent.... But... “What about bear's garlic, Illya?” Napoleon pursed his lips. Garlic? So funny... “Am I to expect you to transform into a wolf or a vampire, tovarish?”

The Russian leaned back against the stone wall. “Werewolves are vulnerable to silver bullets, my friend. Have you any?” The tone was ironical. No, of course Napoleon didn't have silver bullets...

Illya went on. “On the contrary, garlic wards off vampires. As you know, of course...” he paused and pointed at the moon, “full moon give vampires ability to regain their strength... Let's wait dawn...”

He settled back in the grass and closed his eyes, ignoring his partner's glower. A few second later, he started to hum a melody which Napoleon recognized. Of course... Moonlight Serenade...

“Illya...”

The melody stopped. “Yes?”

“Have you... silver bullets?”

A chuckle was at first the only answer. “What do you think?” And the melody came back.

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Comments

[spotsycool.livejournal.com]

hehe Love this! Vampires and werewolves... and our two men from UNCLE. What a great combination!
This would indeed make a lovely Halloween fic. :)