Magog Rhys Petley: The Last Werewolf

Magog Rhys Petley: The Last Werewolf


Welsh werewolf British Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley sat in a pub drinking a strong whiskey soda.


He usually drank buttermilk as there was an antidote in buttermilk that counteracted the peculiar form of lycanthropy gene he had received ever since he was bitten more than 4 years ago by Rahu the demon responsible for lunar and solar eclipses in Hindu religious tradition.


As a result of that bite, he could occasionally turn into a werewolf even if there wasn't a full moon.


But today Magog didn't really care whether he turned into a werewolf or not.

Although he really should be happy.

He had spent most of his life as a backbench MP- whether Labour was the government or whether Labour was the opposition.

Being a far far Left MP and an out and out Marxist-Leninist had confined him to the back benches of the Labour Party particularly when Tony Blair was in power.


Now that fellow far Leftist Jeremy Corbyn was the new leader of the Labour Party, he was now the Party's Foreign Affairs critic and sat on the Opposition front benches.


But Magog decided that he had been far happier sitting on the back benches.


Sitting on the front benches was much ado about nothing.

Besides nobody noticed when you ran out to the washroom when you sat on the back benches.


And recent Marxists elected to power were turning out to be a huge disappointment Magog thought to himself as he used his pub table candle to burn his personally autographed photo of Greek Prime Minister Alexis Tsipras.


Then over a week ago, his favourite cafe in Paris had been shot up by ISIS terrorists.


He was pretty sure that bullet holes in the windows would take away from the ambience of the place he loved so well.


And now Turkey had shot down a Russian war plane.

There was talk of world war in the corridors of Westminster.


Coincidentally, a Russian submarine had been spotted off the coast of Scotland a few days ago.


And swear words in Russian had recently appeared on the Twitter accounts of Russian naval sailors after they had discovered what were the ingredients in the Scottish haggis they had been eating all week.


The world was going to Hell in a hand basket, Magog thought to himself.


Turning into a werewolf really wouldn't make much of a difference.


-A vampire novel chapter
 written by Christopher
 Tuesday November 24th
 2015.


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