Red Moon: Revolution: Chapter 29 
 
Trevor was out. He was exploring the city with Rommel after The Alpha had asked to speak with Dmitri as soon as they had landed. Sergei had met them at the baggage claim and driven the whole lot downtown. He explained everything that had happened with Vasili over the past few days. 

It was a shock, but not that shocking to either Dmitri or Rommel. Vasili was always a threat, but it was always believed that he could be kept under control. It was sad to see him go, especially to Vasili. 

They had their differences at times, but Dmitri had always been able to rely on Vasili when he needed to. The unstable werewolf had saved his skin more than a few times over the years and vice versa. They had made a pretty strong team even if they did bicker at times. 

Dmitri didn't have any time to mourn; however, he was sitting with his father now, and the old wolf seemed trouble with so many thoughts on his mind. Dmitri wasn't ready for the conversation that was coming. 

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"What do you think that was about?" Trevor said as he walked down the sidewalk. He was taking in the sights and sounds of this new and unfamiliar city. He couldn't read any of the signs, but he didn't mind. "They scooped Dmitri up fast and just whisked him away." 

"Don't worry about him." Rommel said as he led Trevor down the street.  

You'll have plenty to talk about soon enough. Rommel thought. He knew fully well what was going on in the top floor room between the two. Lots of arguing most likely. Yes, Trevor would know soon enough about The Alpha's plan to ensure that the schism in the packs would be patched when it was time for Dmitri to take over. But that was for Dmitri and Trevor to talk over. For now, Rommel was taking Trevor to talk to someone else, someone that Rommel believed could help Trevor with his seizures. 

"We've been walking for a while now." Trevor said as they passed a particular bar with a bright blue logo which he had never seen before, at least he didn't think so. "Where are you taking me?" 

Rommel gave a slight smile. "How have your seizures been? It seems like it has been a while since the last time you experienced one." 

Trevor scratched his head. It had been a while since the previous one, all the way back in San Francisco in the small restaurant. The headaches were still there, but painkillers and plenty of water were helping for the minor ones. The big headaches were still there. "It's been a while. My head still throbs at times, but now it seems like stress sets me off more than anything."
 
"Do you remember more?" Rommel asked. They were getting close to their final destination. Rommel had already called his contact ahead of time, and they were expected. "More about the incident that occurred in Russia two years ago?" 

Trevor thought back. There were bits and pieces, slowly, they were coming back. "I think I was shot." 

"In the head to be exact." Rommel specified. "A wound that many won't recover from, but you did and quite spectacularly as well. I'm jealous of your rejuvenating ability." 

"Thanks, I guess." Trevor said, and they went off the busy street to a side road that paralleled the main road. "Where are we even going?" 

"To see a doctor." Rommel answered. "I think that the reason why you get seizures is that your brain healed, but there were fragments left behind." 

"You know a brain surgeon?"  

"I do." Rommel nodded. "Worked with him back during the World War. He used to work for the Nazis, but defected early on when their projects turned darker."  
"You think he can help me?" 

"That's the hope. If he can't, no one can." Rommel had seen footage of Trevor's little escapade when he first turned. He had no control, was completely feral like how Sergei described Vasili. That shouldn't have happened. Even those that were under the worst of circumstances during their first change had some control. Trevor had none, and now the man was afraid of his other side. If there were fragments, then everything could be explained and then fixed. Trevor had the potential to be the strongest of them. 

Doctor Eric Vogel was once a Nazi scientist. He worked in the concentration camps where he was responsible, at first, for the health of the prisoners. Those responsibilities weren't that extensive since he only needed to keep enough of the prisoners alive to be a somewhat viable workforce. Some losses were expected and even encouraged. 

This was his job for the first several years until the Final Solution was implemented. He no longer issued vitamins and rest, but poison and pointed out those that were ready for culling, whatever that meant. As a doctor, Eric was sworn to helping those in need, and now he was killing them. He couldn't handle it anymore. He tried to run.

Others had similar feelings about what the Nazis were doing with the Jews, the homosexuals, gypsies, genetically crippled and anyone else who was seen as inferior. Eric and twelve others attempted to escape with forged transfer documents, but one of them was a snitch and not long after they were beyond the gates of their most recent location, Dachau, the hunt began.

Several were caught almost immediately after the group split with plans to meet up again behind Russian lines since there was no hope of reaching Western lines. The gunshots of their executions were heard as Eric ran through the woods.

Eric would have escaped if he had been alone, but as luck would have it, the snitch was with him.

A single knife in the back left Eric crippled and gasping for air in the middle of the woods. The snitch, Eric's assistant, an informant for the SS, left him there to die, not wanting to waste a bullet on the dying man. He slowly bled out over the course of the day until Rommel came across him.

"He's the one that saved my life." Eric said after setting down his cup of tea and wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin. "Sure, he had to bite me and make me a werewolf, but it allowed me to live on and try and make amends for everything that I had done. I let so much evil happen, so many lives lost on the whim of a madman. I spent so many years hunting down those with no remorse over what they did. I did catch that snitch... I don't even remember his name anymore, but I do remember the look on his face when I walked in his house some thirty later and do you know what the first thing he said was?"

Trevor shook his head.
 
"You look the same as the day you died." Eric laughed. "He went on about how it was impossible. I showed him the scar before I shot him. The look on his face." Eric calmed down. "I'm sorry, I've been talking for too long about myself."

"Don't worry." Rommel said. He had heard the story more than enough times. Eric loved to share his life story, and Rommel suspected it wasn't for the amusement of his guests, but so that he wouldn't forget why he was still alive and what he had devoted his life to.

Eric played with the edge of his mustache, styled more like a stereotypical French handlebar mustache. "So, what brings you and your friend to my humble abode. You didn't say much on the phone."

"This is Trevor, a friend from overseas." Rommel introduced Trevor. Trevor shook hands with the doctor. 

"Ah, yes." Eric nodded. "I have heard some about you. Not much, but some."

"I think your name appeared in some history books, maybe." Trevor wasn't sure, but the name was a little familiar. He wasn't as caught up in German history as he was with Russian history.

"Perhaps. I would be in some documents, but I wasn't anyone important." 

Trevor shrugged and gave a quick glance around the room. Eric lived in a simple flat that was sparsely decorated with old photos. Some were black and white, others were colored, but they were from all around the world. There were some from as far away as Argentina and some as close as right down the street. Each photo was a location that Eric had gone to when he was hunting down Nazis. They had gone far and wide to hide from the justice that was dealt.

"Trevor, what brings you to this humble doctor?"

Rommel answered for Trevor since Trevor wasn't entirely clear on all the details. "When he first turned into a werewolf, there were complications."
"I was shot in the head." Trevor said bluntly. 

Eric passed his gaze between Trevor and Rommel as they recounted the details of the story or as much as they could recall. It was enough.

"I see." Eric rubbed his chin. "I think I can help. I have friends at the nearby hospital. I can schedule an off the books x-ray and some other tests."

He didn't ask for any favors, too many specifics other than what was absolutely necessary. There was a level of trust between Eric and Rommel that made Trevor feel safe. He felt confident that it was all going to work out.

The appointment was made. Trevor would go to the hospital with Eric in two days, and they would get the scans done. From there Eric would determine the best course of action. It would be harder to schedule a surgery, but over seventy years of being in the field had given Eric the knowledge and the contacts needed to make it happen when it needed to happen. He went into details about how he imagined it would go if there were bullet fragments.

"The hard part isn't about worrying if I'm going to make the wrong incision." He explained. "The hardest is going to be combating your regenerative abilities. I can't operate if your body seals up any incisions I make. Because of this, a small dose of silver is needed, not large, but just enough to stunt your regenerative properties enough that I can operate, but not so much that if I make a mistake, you can't recover. It's a fine line, but one that I assure you, we can walk just fine." He continued walking Trevor through every step that would take place, from cracking the skull to slowly rooting through the brain. It shouldn't have been possible, to perform brain surgery of this magnitude, but again, Trevor's ability to heal would make it possible.

It was an hour later when Trevor finally walked out of the flat.

"How do you feel?" Rommel asked Trevor as they slowly walked back. "If you don't want to continue, we can stop. This is all for you, and we won't go one with it if you aren't comfortable."

"I want to do this." Trevor was filled with a sense of giddiness. Everything that had been haunting him for the past two years would finally come to an end. No more nightmares, no more seizures and he wouldn't have to be afraid of himself anymore. "I may not be the most vocal person you've ever met."

Rommel smirked. He had dealt with Hitler before, compared to him, Trevor may as well have been a mute.
 
"But, I want this." 

Rommel's cell phone rang in his pocket, and he pulled it out. "I guess that we should get you one of these." He flipped it open and put it to his ear. The call was short and one-sided. "They want us back, namely you." Rommel put the phone away. "I guess Dmitri intends to speak to you about something."

"He's a bit..."

"Overbearing? Protective?" Rommel listed. "You should know, once a wolf decides something is his, it's his. If this all goes according to plan, the surgery and all, you'll probably end up getting the same mindset as well." Rommel shivered. "What a couple you and Dmitri will make." He looked at his watch. "We should probably hurry back before he goes out looking for you. I feel that this is a conversation that he'll want to have as soon as possible."

"You know something I don't?" Trevor had been getting the feeling each time he spoke with Rommel about Dmitri.

"I do." He confirmed. "But it isn't for me to discuss. Don't worry, you'll know soon enough." Rommel could only imagine the conversation that was going to go on between the two. Trevor was more open minded and most likely to support the idea of a surrogate mother. Dmitri would see a surrogate as him not being faithful to Trevor. It was a slippery slope, but necessary to preserve the unity of the packs.