For Fandango’s Story Starter #125, where we build something around the following phrase:
“There’s no cure for a beast like me,” Victor said, a sardonic smile on his face.
“There’s no cure for a beast like me,” Victor said, a sardonic smile on his face. Brushing moulten fur from his shoulders, he turned abruptly, opened his front door, and braced himself against the brisk evening air.
A full moon!
Mister Bump 
Another great night out!
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for a bite
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Some others have suggested the ultimate cure to be an infamous silver bullet.
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Heehee
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