Lycan

Summary: AU After the horrific murder of the Professors brother, the esteemed Utonium family returns to 18th century Townsville to discover the town has not changed in their absence: The people have. Nothing is as it seems, and events begins to spiral out of control when three deadly men are brought into the chaos and back into the girl's lives, hell-bent on preventing them from leaving again.

Authors Note: This will be my attempt at writing a Lycanthropy Powerpuff Girls story. I know many already exist and do hold rather interesting reputations, so I will try my hand at writing a decent one.

The themes in this story are inspired from many of my favorite films such as Van Helsing, The Wolfman, Red Riding Hood etc that being said, I don't own any of them and are using the themes for entertainment purposes ONLY.

Depending on how well the first chapter is received, I will post the second one, as I already have half of it fleshed out. The rating may change depending on how deep I get into this, as it is going to be much darker then my other stories, and will be probably become quite graphic. If gore bothers you, I don't recommend reading.

Reviews are always welcome, as I love hearing from you and are open to any type of constructive comments you may have for me. Also, feel free to PM myself with any questions that you have. I love talking to people I meet on here, and would be happy to take your questions as it shows you are interested in my work.

That being said: The Powerpuff Girls do not belong to me, nor do any themes relating to the films Van Helsing, The Wolfman or Red Riding Hood.

And yes, before I forget, the girls and the boys have human features and appendages, and are roughly in their late teens/early twenties in this AU. Also the girls also do not have their powers in this one.

Let's begin.

Chapter 1: Murder in the Woods.

Even a man who is pure in heart

And says his prayers at night,

May become a wolf when the wolf bane blooms,

And the autumn moon is bright.

A tall man with a thick red beard, and thick, bushy eyebrows, wearing a trench coat walked briskly though the dense, fog infested forest.

In one hand, he carried a heavy lantern; his only means of visibility in the dark wood aside from the light of the bright full moon high in the dark sky above him, and in the other, he carried a shot gun.

He muttered angrily, cursing himself for being out in the forest this late at night and under these conditions.

"I know you're there!" He shouted into the trees, "Show yourself!"

Rustling leaves was the response that he received.

That struck the man as odd. He had been in the forest for what he assumed to be close to an hour, and the only sounds he had heard was the wind groaning through the bare tree branches high above him, or the occasional rustling of leaves on the ground.

It was odd, as the woods should have been alive with the sounds of other animals. But the underbrush was deadly silent.

Too silent.

The tall man was not out for an evening stroll, he was searching for something, someone possibly. He had seen a large figure moving amongst the tree-line at the back of his property and had gone to investigate.

Normally, he would not have gone out into the woods this late at night, however recently the body farmer Lumpkins had been found out in the woods by his land.

The body, or what was left of it, had been completely mulled. What was worse: the murderer was still on the loose.

When the red-bearded man had caught a glimpse of the figure stalking outside his house, he had had the sinking suspicion that it was the same person who had torn up Lumpkins.

After all, who in their right mind would be wandering the dark forest in the middle of a bitter November night?

Him apparently.

And so, the man, intent on bringing the viscous murderer to justice, had grabbed his coat, lantern and shotgun, and had taken off into the foggy woods without a second thought.

Which was where he found himself now: cold, and with limited visibility, shouting angrily into the tree-line.

Eugene Utonium was not in the mood for this nonsense.

He sighed, tiredly rubbing a hand across his face. He was drained, and wanting to head back to his house where his warm bed and wife-to-be awaited him. But at the same time, he was fairly certain that he was on the trail of a murderer. One that needed to be brought to justice.

Eugene paused, glancing around the area and froze. He recognized the land that he was on. It belonged to the richest and most powerful family in Townsville, and they did not take kindly to trespassers.

He groaned inwardly. He needed to leave, but at the same time he was intrigued. Why had the trail led him straight to the Jojo manor? His residence was on the other side of Townsville while the Jojo manor was spread out across the moors outside of it, making the residence very secluded from the rest of the town.

Eugene was suddenly jolted out of his thoughts when he heard the sound of a branch snapping.

He lifted the lantern quickly, only to catch a fleeting glimpse of something big moving just outside his line of vision.

Hosting his shotgun, he began moving backward slowly, fully alert, keeping his eyes on the trees.

"I can hear you!" Eugene shouted, "Come out NOW with your hands up!"

A low rumbling growl filled the air and Eugene's eyes slowly widened as he saw a massive figure begin to slowly materialize out of the surrounding trees in front of him, blood red eyes glowing sinisterly, fixated on his tall form.

That's not a man Eugene. Eugene thought to himself in a panic.

But that's not what I'd call a wolf either.

Panicking the red bearded man lifted the shot gun and fired at it.

BLAM, BLAM!

The thing in front of him didn't even flinch, the red foreboding eyes narrowing as its lips pulled back into a feral snarl, exposing large, sharp white teeth at him.

Eugene gasped in terror, and lifted his gun up, ready to give the thing a true taste of what buckshot felt like… only to feel a searing pain in his abdomen.

Casting his eyes downward, the man almost shirked in terror as he saw a deep slash that was not there a minute prior appear on his chest, blood beginning to spill down his shirt.

He glanced back up; the thing was still in its original position, only it was now slowly starting to move on all fours toward him for the kill. Eugene's mind reeled trying to make sense of it. There was no way it could have moved that fast, unless it hadn't. Unless… unless….

Eugene froze. His normally brave demeanor vanishing as the truth washed over him like a bucket of cold water.

Unless there is more than one.

With that thought still fresh in his mind, he dropped the heavy lantern, hearing it shatter on the ground, and killing the little light that he had. Using the hand that was holding it to cover the gash on his chest, he quickly spin on his heal, and made a run for it.

The monster behind him let out a guttural howl, and the chase began.

Bursting out of the forest and into a clearing, which Eugene briefly recognized as Jojo property, he ran as fast as he could, the pain in his chest causing him great discomfort.

"HELP, HELP" He screamed frantically, hoping that someone, anyone would hear him. He could hear the thundering of paws behind him, and didn't have to look back to know that the beast was almost on top of him.

Eugene was fast approaching a small building, and he briefly recognized it to be the crypt that the deceased Jojo family members were stored in.

Making his way up the grand stone steps of the crypt, Eugene frantically tried opening the heavy wooden doors to no avail. The pain in his chest became too much for him to bear, and he had lost far too much blood to keep running. At that, his legs gave out, and he slowly slid down the doors, leaving a blood trail behind him. The red bearded-man heard deep animalistic pants above him, causing him to look up slowly, shaking with both fear and adrenalin.

Looking up he locked eyes with the beast, black eyes staring into blood red.

The beast let out another howl that seemed to shake the earth, and the last thing that Eugene Utonium saw was a ring of large, white teeth coming straight for his face.

Citysville 1829

Esteemed Professor John Utonium was just returning home from a long day's work.

His wife, his three daughters and he lived in a large house close to the heart of Citysville. He was a well know scientist with a flawless reputation, that had created many inventions that had enhanced Citysville greatly, and as a result, drastically improved the lives of many dwelling in the city.

He was climbing the steps to his home, ready to collapse into his large armchair by the fireplace, kick his feet up and smoke his pipe, when the front door opened suddenly to revel his wife.

Ms. Sara Utonium nee Bellum was a tall, voluptuous woman with a mass of beautiful curly red hair and lovely tan skin, who dressed mostly in red. She was the proud mother of his triplet daughters Blossom, Buttercup and Bubbles, and was hardly ever seen without a small, content smile on her face.

As the love-struck man looked up at his lovely wife he noticed that today she was without that small smile that he looked forward to seeing whenever he got home.

"Sara?" John questioned, "What's the matter dearest?"

Sara looked at her husband, one foot still paused on the step that he had been about to climb moments before, and quietly sighed.

"Hello John," her soft sensual voice murmured, "I hope work wasn't too hard on you today, we have a guest. She's come a long way to see you specifically." She told him.

"A guest? I wasn't expecting any today." The professor informed his wife. "Who is she, where has she come from?"

"I think that you better come in and see for yourself. She has some… difficult news to tell you." Sara responded quietly.

The professor frowned, nodding before climbing the steps and entering the house, his wife shutting the door behind them.

Upon entering the living room he stopped dead, as he looked into the eyes of someone that he hadn't seen in years.

"Jennifer Keane?" He asked disbelieving what he was seeing.

The aforementioned woman gave the professor a small smile. "Hello John, it's been a while hasn't it?"

"Yes, it has been. I haven't seen you since Sara, the girls and myself left Townsville roughly fourteen years ago." John nodded. At the mention of the family's departure, Jennifer's smile dropped and a sad frown came onto her face.

"Look John, I wish I could say that I'm here simply for pleasantries, however that it not the nature of my visit." The short, black haired woman murmured.

"Then enlighten us." The professor gave the woman an encouraging smile, "It must be important if you came all the way from Townsville to see me." After a moments pause he continued. "Oh that reminds me; I heard that you are getting married to my brother Eugene! How is he, do you mind me asking? I haven't seen him since… Well, since we left Townsville." He trailed off slightly at the end.

Jenifer's frown deepened, and a miserable look came into her sky blue eyes. "That's actually what, or should I say, who, I came here to talk to you about." She paused, seeming almost uncertain of what to say next.

Finally she moved forward to grasp the professor's hand in her smaller one. "John." She murmured, "Eugene's gone missing."

The tall dark haired man froze, hand growing limp and cold in Jennifer's grasp.

"What do you mean "gone missing"?" he asked sharply. "Do you mean on one of his exploration trips? We used to call him "The Wild Man" back in the day, but I thought he had long stopped going on them after he had that encounter with that grizzly years ago."

Jennifer shook her head rapidly. "No, he stopped after that. He just suddenly got up and left the house late one evening, saying that he "saw something outside the house" and that he'd be "right back." Her eyes watered.

"John, that was four days ago. He's gone. The entire town is looking for him, but he hasn't turned up yet, and as much as I don't want to, I'm starting to think the worst."

"What do you think happened to him?" Sara spoke up, looking at Jennifer with deep green eyes.

Jennifer shuddered. "Have… Have either of you heard about the strange things happening around Townsville?" She asked.

Two blank faces answered her question. The raven haired woman shuddered again before telling them.

"It's been happening for a while now, but recently, it's been starting to get bad, really bad." She informed them. "People around town have started to disappear, only to wind up dead a few days later. The bodies are completely destroyed, and sometimes it takes days to identify the corpse."

She paused for effect, watching the married couples faces slowly turn white. "We have no idea what or who is doing it. We could very well have a killer on the loose, it also could be an animal, as all of the bodies were found in the woods and some were mangled pretty badly…" The shorter woman let out a shuddering sigh.

"I just… I don't want to think about what has happened to him. But whatever is behind the murders was strong enough to overpower farmer Lumpkins…"

"Wait." John interrupted, "Farmer Fuzzy Lumpkins, the same shotgun wielding lunatic, with the strength of 5 people who used to scream at my daughters for being "on his property"?" He asked in in disbelief.

Jennifer nodded. "The very one. He was found in the forest surrounding his property last week. His body was apparently one of the ones that were mangled the worst. It was probably because he tried to fight back…" She swallowed.

"I don't know what happened to Eugene, that's why I'm here. I'm begging you John, come back to Townsville and help me find him! You're his brother, if anyone will be able to find him, it's you." She looked toward him pleading.

John stood rigidly, saying nothing. It was only when Sara placed her warm hand on his shoulder, did he seem to come back to life. He looked down at the small woman in front of him and began to speak lowly to her.

"There was a reason that I took Sara and the girls away from that place." He began. "I loved Townsville, we all grew up there, and it was my home for years, and my daughters too. But… events like the one you are describing have happened long before this one. Things began to escalate rapidly when my daughters were five years old, and finally… we couldn't take it anymore, and left."

He took a deep breath. "That place is cursed. I don't know how else to describe it. It's like a sickness hangs over it. I will not place my daughters nor my wife in that kind of position again."

Jennifer's mouth dropped open at what he was saying, and Sara stiffened behind him. "But… But he is your brother!" She gaped.

The tall man looked down to the carpeted floor. "I know." He said quietly. "But I can't go back there. Not again. Being there… it changes you. Too many things have happened there, and I just can't do it again. Not alone anyways." Then he quickly added, "Besides, I can't just leave my family and work. Too many people depend on me, I'm needed here!"

"You won't be alone. "Sara murmured, "The girls and I will come with you. Did you really think that you would go alone?" She questioned, looking at her husband.

"NO!" John almost shouted, panicked. "I won't put my children into harm's way if I can avoid it. Going back there would be the worst thing that I as a father could do to them!"

"John." Sara said sternly, "Your baby brother, the only family aside from us that you have left, is missing. Jennifer did not come all this way to ask for your help, only to be rejected by you. We ARE going back to Townsville, if only for a short time, to help find Eugene, then we'll come back to Citysville, and we don't ever have to go back again"

"But!" The professor began to protest, "No." Sara shook her head, red curls gently bouncing as she did so, "This is something that you need to do. You know that." Sighing heavily, John took his wife's hands in his own. "I know," he said, "your right, as usual my dear, I'm just… worried about the girls."

"I know, and you're a good father, but don't you think that it would be nice for the girls to see their childhood town and friends again?" Sara questioned.

"I suppose so," John agreed reluctantly, "I just didn't want to go back under… these circumstances." "Obviously not. But we have family there too remember…" Sara trailed off.

"Yes, your father, the mayor, I miss that old fellow, he still likes pickles doesn't he?" John chuckled gently, causing a small smile to appear on his tall wife's face. "Yes he does. I miss him dearly, and I'd like the opportunity to see him again." She responded. "He's very old now John, I don't know how many chances I have left to see him."

John bit back a sigh. He did not want to go back to Townsville. But he knew that there was no point in arguing with his wife. He didn't like the thought of her and his daughter's accompanying him on the trip, but he knew that he couldn't just leave them in Citysville. His precious children were at the marrying age, and he was now starting to have to beat off flocks of suitors. He didn't want to think about what would happen if he left his daughters alone in the city without him there.

Finally after a long pause, and much internal debating, the professor turned his head to look at the other woman in the room, who was wringing her hands in distress.

"When is the next train to Townsville?"

Authors note: Well things escalated quickly. There is already been a death, two in fact, and now the Utonium family is going back to the cursed town of Townsville. The professor is very uneasy about the town even before his brother went "missing" and it will be explained why this is in future chapters. The girls will also make their first appearance in the second chapter. I wanted to include them in this one, however a lot had already happened, and truthfully, the second one will not be as thrilling as the first. This chapter was inspired by the 2010 version of the Wolfman, if you were able to pick that up, I give you props. I will leave you on this note, and will hopefully have the second chapter up in a few days.

Stay amazing lovelies

Mrs. RoseGold