Rated PG-13 to the end of the story
Boris and Davy's sudden arrival brought the activity in the room to a screeching halt. The evil doctor and his daughter looked at Boris, while the three Monkees stared in horror at Davy.
"Davy?" Micky and Peter said together in horror.
"So, my monster has finally returned to his master!" Doctor Mendoza exclaimed.
Boris growled and pointed at his father.
"Let them go!" He shouted.
"Oh, so now you're giving me orders?" The doctor smirked, "No, I don't think so. You will kill these two boys," He pointed at Mike and Peter, "And then put that one back in its cage." He finished, pointing at Davy.
Boris and Davy just growled and started walking toward Dr. Mendoza.
"Stop! I am your master!" Dr. Mendoza shouted, taking a step backwards.
"Not...anymore." Boris said.
Doctor Mendoza shoved Micky's operating table at Boris and Davy, but Boris shoved it aside. Peter grabbed it before it could hit the wall and worked on Micky's bonds.
"No, Boris! Stop!" Nadia shouted as Boris lunged at his father.
Boris grabbed Dr. Mendoza by the throat and began to choke him. The evil doctor fought back and kicked Boris in the shin. Boris grunted in pain but continued his hold on his father.
"Don't kill...him." Davy said, putting his hand on Boris' arm, but Boris pushed Davy to the ground.
That action gave Dr. Mendoza some breathing room.
"Please, Boris!" Dr. Mendoza begged, "I'm sorry, let me help you."
Nadia shoved Mike to the ground.
"Stop Boris, or I'll shoot!" She yelled at her brother.
Just then the werewolf came running into the room. Davy had freed it from the cage after he had convinced Boris to help him.
The werewolf knocked Nadia down, just as she pulled the trigger. The shot went wild...and hit Dr. Mendoza! He cried out and went limp. Boris let him fall to the floor.
Nadia screamed as the werewolf attacked her. Mike and Davy tried to pull the werewolf away, but Nadia managed to get off another shot. This bullet hit the werewolf and he went limp, and so did Nadia.
In the sudden silence that followed, the four Monkees stared at Boris, who was still looking at the body of his father. Finally, Boris turned and pointed at the door.
"Get out." He ordered.
"Not...not until Davy is cured." Mike replied, his voice shaking from what he had witnessed.
"No...cure." Davy rasped, "They're dead...can't help." He sank to the floor and put his head in his hands.
"Wait, Davy." Micky said, walking over to him, "Did that werewolf bite you?"
Davy growled and nodded his head.
"Maybe you can be cured the same way Peter was cured." Micky smiled, looking at Peter.
"Yeah, you can take some of my antibiotics." Peter said, catching on. He pulled the bottle out of his pants pocket.
"It's worth a try, Davy." Mike added, then looked at Boris. "Will you let us do this?" He asked.
"Yes." Boris said, "But then you leave."
"Let's get him back into the main laboratory." Mike said, reaching for Davy.
But Davy was turning further and further into a werewolf and he snarled and swiped at Mike.
"Davy, you have to try and fight this." Mike said, "You're still human inside. Hang on to that so we can help you."
Davy growled louder this time, but still rose, turned and loped out of the room, followed by the other three Monkees and Boris.
In the main laboratory, Davy suddenly stopped, raised his head and howled. He went down on all fours and started to go after Peter.
"No, Davy! "I'm Peter, your friend!" Peter shouted.
"We're losing him." Mike said.
Suddenly, Boris grabbed Davy from behind, holding him tight. Davy fought and struggled, but couldn't get loose.
"Give medicine to him!" Boris ordered.
"Davy try to understand, we're trying to make you well!" Mike exclaimed.
Davy calmed down a little and nodded his head.
Peter's fingers fumbled with the bottle top, so Micky grabbed the bottle. He opened it, and with Mike`s help, poured the antibiotic pills into Davy's throat.
"Save one of them." Mike told Micky.
Micky did so and handed the pill to Mike.
Boris closed Davy's mouth and Davy swallowed the pills. Mike handed the remaining pill to Peter.
"Take this to make sure that vampire infection's gone, Peter." Mike said.
Peter nodded, took the pill and swallowed it down.
"Mike?" Peter asked quietly.
"Yeah, Peter?"
"If I somehow become a vampire again, despite the antibiotics...I want you to kill me."
"Peter..."
"I became a evil creature, Mike." Peter interrupted. "I don't want that to happen again."
"It won't, Peter." Mike promised, putting a hand on Peter's shoulder.
Meanwhile, Davy was still in Boris' grip, but no longer struggling.
"Let's put Davy against the board." Micky said.
Boris and the other three Monkees strapped Davy onto the board and stepped back. Davy's friends didn't want to restrain him, but it was safer for everyone. There didn't seem to be any change in Davy's appearance, but at least he wasn't growling or fighting to get free anymore.
"So what do we do now?" Peter asked.
"We wait." Micky said, "And see if those antibiotics work."
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