In Search of Ch. 01

MacGyver university was a small prestigious institution in the hills of rural New England. It was known for its avant-garde programs, and parapsychology department. The spring semester was drawing to a close and soon the announcements for summer programs would be appearing. Unlike many Universities MacGyver did not limit participation to only graduate students but thy where open to undergraduate students as well.

Professor Carl Kolkac Had just posted the parapsychology department's trip.

In search of werewolves fact or fiction?

This year we will be going to Romania and the Transylvanian Mountains in search of werewolves, to conduct a scientific study to determine if they have some base in fact or are the sole result of folk lore.

Interested student will apply to Dr. Carl Kolkac

There was snickering as the students read the posting for Dr. Carl Kolkac was known as a bit of an odd duck and a relic from a bygone era. He could be seen on campus in his Oxford gown and mortar board his wispy gray hair in disarray. He was a tall gangly man in his fifties and the picture of the absent minded professor. He could be seen fencing in the gym, there was a small scar on his right cheek below his eyes and the rumor had it that it was a dueling scare from his days as a student in Vienna.

Dr. Kolkac was busily grading the last of the final exams for his course in parapsychology when he heard the knock at his door. Drawn from his work he gave a disgruntled huff and straightened just a bit in his chair. The rumpled tweed jacket he wore had leather patches at the elbows, as always he wore his school tie from King's College at Oxford. His wisp gray hair little more than a fringe that circled his head. Hardly the picture of a modern professor but more a caricature of a bygone age.

"Enter!" His voice was formal as always and tinged with an Eastern European accent, one could not quite place. His hazel eyes looked over the rim of his glasses to behold an attractive young lady.

"Good afternoon Doctor, I just saw the advertisement you put up for your summer internship and I wanted to come and apply in person." The girl was rather beautiful and quite young; she could be no older than a sophomore but most probably a freshman. Carl Kolkac noticed the way her jeans hugged her body; her chocolate brown hair was thick and lustrous, drawn back into a ponytail, while her flashing green eyes sparkled with an impish twinkle. He did not approve of young ladies dressing in pants never mind jeans and the scowl on his face made that quite clear.

"Have a seat my dear. So, you are interested in the summer internship? You do realize that it will entail spending time in a country until very recently was known for its strict control and that it will entail a fair amount of hiking through the mountains of Transylvanian. Miss........." His voice trailed off even as his eyes wandered to the young woman's high firm breasts. She defiantly was a ravishing young beauty and the idea of spending the summer in her company was quite enticing. A slight blush kissed Kolkac' s cheeks as he realized that he was staring at the girl's breasts and the way they strained against her t-shirt. Pulling himself back to the present and the business at hand.

"And your name is Miss?

"Morrigan, Morrigan Smythsson. Please forgive my rudeness in not introducing myself when I came in. I understand about the hiking and what the country used to be known for but it's an area I've always longed to visit, as my grandmother immigrated from Romania. " Dr. Kolkac bushy grey eyebrows lifted when Morrigan mentioned her grandmother had emigrated from Romania. The subconscious act giving him almost the appearance of a shaggy old gray wolf. He was only half listening to the attractive young coed, a young woman that carried the blood of Transylvania and the Carpathian mountains would certainly be beneficial to his research. Morrigan gay laughter brought him back to the present.

"So other than hiking and being cautious, what sort of work would the internship entail?" Her sparkling green eyes shown with her laughter and Dr. Carl Kolkac couldn't help but notice what a charming young creature she was. When he snapped out of his daze his voice was a bit shaky and his cheeks tinged in crimson as her realized the young woman must have noticed how his eyes where roaming over her supple young body.

"Well Miss Smythsson you would be recording my interviews with local villagers, helping me research the local records for reported sightings of theses supposed creatures, and then transcribing my notes." He hesitated a moment before continuing.

"As you would be representing the university you would be required to wear appropriate attire, skirts, blouses, and the school blazer. Of course, in the mountains hiking, appropriate shorts and boots would be acceptable." He passed Morrigan and application form fully expecting that she would now change her mind as the internship was not just some frivolous outing to Europe.

Handing it back to him Morrigan rose from the chair and offered him her hand, "Please let me know whatever you decide professor, but I sincerely hope the letter I get is one accepting me as your summer intern." With a last smile she turned and left.

Morrigan Smythsson. Got her answer a week later, the next two where a whirlwind of vaccinations, visas, and finalizing travel plans. On the second of June Morrigan found herself in Boston at Logan airport boarding the Austrian Airlines for Bucharest. Dr. Kolkac arrived looking like the typical absent minded professor, in his crumpled tweed jacket, and his glasses riding on the end of his nose. He patted his pockets searching for his boarding pass which the gate attendant took from his outside breast pocket. Most of the trip they spent sleeping on the late night flight. A day in Bucharest with an endless series of boring official meetings and applications for travel passes and then they were on their way to the northern mountain city of Sinaia, the old summer capital and finally to the 14th-century town of Sighisoara and the birthplace of Vlad Tepes -- more notoriously known as Vlad the Impaler or Count Dracula -- and to the famous Castle Bran, often referred to as "Dracula's Castle." It seemed they were to stay in the castle.

The professor had shyly stolen glances at the charming young beauty and then would blush when she noticed. He seemed to brighten and become more relaxed once they were in Europe. When they were told they would be sharing a room at the castle he did not seem to blink even though in Bucharest he had insisted on separate rooms much to the amusement of the hotel desk clerk. During their journey to Sighisoara he was a virtual travel log on the sights and the history of the region.

Dr. Kolkac had left Morrigan to shower and get ready for dinner while he went to the library of the castle. He was about to make some notes when he realized he had forgotten his pen. When he returned to their room he found Morrigan emerging from the bathroom in nothing, but her towel and he blushed furiously but made no move to leave, his eyes devouring her beauty in her near naked state his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

Like the professor Morrigan blushed furiously and for a moment her mouth simply hung open not knowing what to say. She was beautiful more beautiful than Carl had realized. Her legs were long and sculptured, her towel barely covering Morrigan's sweet young pussy, and her well rounded heart shaped ass barely, as she clutched the towel to her high firm breasts. The young woman's luxurious hair clung to her face and rivulets of water tricked from the girls silken mane. At last, she managed to stammer..."Can I help you Doctor?"

Carl suddenly found Morrigan in his arms his hard muscular body pressed to hers, and his lips brushed the young coed's in a searing kiss. Carl stepped back bushing crimson.

"Miss Smythsson I'm sorry I don't know what came over me." He could not take his eyes from her, and it was obvious that dressed or more to the point undressed as she was had deeply affected him. Carl steeled himself for the slap across his face that he knew would be coming.

Biting her lower lip, she chuckled softly at last and looked up to meet his eyes, "I think it's usually called desire Doctor. If you don't mind I should be getting dressed."

Carl was surprised when the blow to his cheek did not come, nor did she lash out at him screaming How dare you! Her lips in fact had parted to his and the memory of it, the sweet taste of her and the feel of her young body pressed to his emboldened Dr. Kolkac. The light of the quarter moon streamed through the open window of their room, its soft light bathing the near naked beauty. He stood their looking at Morrigan and he felt that desire for her spreading through his body. The one thing he was sure of was that he did not want her to dress, in fact he wanted quite the opposite. His eyes shown with desire for her as he stepped closer, his body now close to hers she could feel the heat of it, his lips a breath away from her.

With a boldness Morrigan had never seen in him before his lips pressed to hers in another searing kiss and his fingers slowly tugged at the towel that hid her from him.

"Morrigan" He sighed into their kiss. His voice laced with passion and desire.

"We shouldn't be doing this if anyone found out you'd be in trouble." Morrigan sensually gasped. Grabbing her clothes off the end of the bed with one hand she darted back into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

Carl was sure that he had seen his own desire mirrored in Morrigan's flashing green eyes. She had responded to his kiss had pressed her supple young body to his and he felt the passion and pleasure ripple through her and then she had run like a frightened little rabbit. He pressed his forehead to the bathroom door his hand tried the doorknob, but he felt the residence of the lock, the young coed's musky fragrance called to him stirred something deep and dark in him and its intensity scared and enticed Carl Kolkac at the same time.

He wandered out on to the small balcony of their room. The moons silvery crescent smiled down on him as if he were a lost child, its ghostly light bathing him and the Carpathian mountains in its shimmering light. The howl of a wolf echoed in the valley and again his soul longed for... something.......he was not sure what.

He could not go down to the banquet in their honor alone he would have to wait for Morrigan or surely tongues would wag. He turned at the sound of the lock door opening and turned as the ravishing young coed emerged from the sanctuary his lust had driven her to. He waited there on the balcony cloaked in the moon's pale silvery light. Carl watched as Morrigan emerged from the bathroom she was stunning her beauty breathtaking even in her simple school uniform. Smoothing her skirt down to just above her knees then edging towards the single bed in the room, she sat looking the embodiment of sensual innocence. His foot scraped against a paving stone of the balcony and for a moment, bathed in that ghostly moon light Dr. Carl Kolkac could have been one of the undead from of Transylvania's haunted past. The moment of panic and fear that shown in those flashing green eyes thrilled Carl for some reason and Morrigan was more desirable and enchanting to him in that brief moment than ever before.

"Our host will be expecting us Miss Smythsson." Though Carl had reverted to his familiar formality the look in his eyes showed his still smoldering desire. He escorted the young coed down to dinner and all eyes turned to her as they descended the long formal stairway. It was oblivious that all the men present where taken with her beauty and Morrigan received more than one envious look from the women.

Dr. Kolkac was seated to the right of their host a local official and Morrigan to his left. The dinner was a typical European affair. Aperitifs before dinner, the wine flowing like water, each coarse having its own special wine, and an endless series of toasts, which all were expected to participate. The meal dragged on hour by hour, not the typical quick affair Morrigan was used to in the states and Morrigan's glass never seemed to be empty. After dinner there as coffee and brandy and when their host noticed that Morrigan was a bit hesitant he smiled charmingly.

" Miss Smythsson this is a very special brandy from the region, and I very much would like you to sample it." All during the meal Dr. Kolkac had stolen side long glances savoring his young interns chaste beauty.

"It's delicious Sir. I don't dare drink anymore though I'm afraid, the wine from dinner is already going to my head. I don't hold alcohol well," She admitted with an embarrassed smile.

"Ah I understand that temperance is a virtue Miss Smythsson and normally I would be offended but how can one take offence from such beauty?" Her host pressed his lips to the back of Morrigan's hand and his dark handsome looks where reminiscent of the famed count Dracula. He took her arm and led the calmly beauty from the dining room across the hall to the ballroom. The rest of the guest following in their wake. As they entered the small orchestra struck up a waltz and their host took Morrigan into his arms for the first dance. Dinner had been a three hour affair and it seemed now there was to be a ball.

His arms held her firmly and guided Morrigan through the waltz. As they passed the mirrored wall she saw both their reflections in the ornate morrows. His body sensually flowed against hers. Several other men danced with the stunning young American beauty and then Morrigan found herself in Dr. Kolkac's arms. His body pressed to hers, he held her in the classic pose of the dancer, his right hand firmly on the small of her back, his left holding her hand lightly. The strains of the waltz caressed her, as his hips pressed to Morrigan's as they swayed and glided to the music. As the music faded, Carl lead Morrigan from the dance floor made their apologies and helped her up to their room.

"Thank you Doctor. I need to sit down," There was no doubt that Morrigan was a little more than tipsy as she plopped into the chair. Her cheeks where rosy and her speech a bit slurred.

"I'll sleep on the couch tonight," she said quietly. "I just need to gather up the energy to get up and change, alcohol always makes me sleepy," she said with a yawn.

Carl smiled as she sensually stretched her arms above her head and then she was gently snoring lost to the world of the living. He shook his head as he gathered Morrigan into his arms and carried her to the bed. Carl cradled the young beauty in his arms and slipped her school blazer from her shoulders. Carl neatly folded it and placed it over the back of the chair. He slipped her shoes from her dainty feet placing them by the bed. He just stood there for several minutes watching her sleep and he sighed. If the young beauty slept in her uniform then it would be rumpled for their morning meeting. Slowly her took off Morrigan's blouse and then eased her skirt down over her hips. God she was beautiful, and Carl could feel his passions for her rising again he bent down and rolled her thigh high stockings off. He leaned over to kiss the stunning young beauty good night his lips brushing hers.

Carl watched as Morrigan slept. A worried look marred her tranquil beauty, she began to toss and turn in the grip of a nightmare. Carl enfolded the tormented young beauty in his arms he held her tight to his body as she whimpered and thrashed in her wild nightmare. He was afraid to wake her less she become more frightened, so he held her, bathed her face with kisses and whispered she was safe, safe in his arms. Her struggling supple young body caressed and pressed to him. Her hips ground against his and he could feel his own arousal pressing to Morrigan's belly. His hands brushed her silken mane from her angelic face, and he held her tighter as her nightmare seemed to peek and she fell panting into his arms. At last, Morrigan stilled as her head came to rest on Carl's chest.

He felt Morrigan nuzzling his chest in her sleep her arms wrapped around him as she sank into deep, peaceful sleep at last. Suddenly he felt he supple young body tense. Carl could feel her heart racing the way her breath caught told him she must be wake. Even without opening his eyes he knew it must be morning as he could feel the gentle warmth of the sun on his face. Yet Morrigan did not try to move from his arms or even take hers away from around him.

Carl Kolkac was much more skilled in the ways of the world than his young intern. He knew that when he did wake she would be furious demanding an explanation. He had to try to do something to defuse the situation or she would go storming back to MacGyver in righteous anger. He lay there for almost half an hour before his lips brushed hers in a tender kiss.

"Morrigan you were quite drunk last night my dear and what a naughty girl you were, but your honor is safe." It was a bold move but the only one that he had open to him if he were to save his job.

Looking up at him she drew away, dragging the blanket with her, and nodded her head. Looking around for her clothes she found them and quickly made to grab them from the chair.

"However, I acted I apologize Dr. Kolkac. I promise it will not happen again. I'll make sure I don't drink so much again."

Carl just smiled as Morrigan made a hasty retreat into the bathroom. He heard the shower pounding down at full force and he idly wondered how long this flight would last. There was something about the enticing young beauty that peeked his interest. She had definitely responded to his kiss before dinner last night and again during her nightmare and she had warped her arms around him as she slept. She appeared to be two very different people. One a shy vivacious young coed, the other a sultry young beauty very much aware of her effects on men. He had seen it at dinner as her guard eased due to the wine and then again on the dance floor. She seemed to respond to strength, he had noticed when she danced with their host and again when she had danced with him. A thought crossed his mind could she be a submissive? Carl was well familiar with submissive from his youth in Europe and he wondered if this stunning young American coed had the inner strength that was the hallmark of a true submissive. Oh, he had seen those in America who played the game of dominance and submission but few truly where. Yet it was a life he had not led sense coming to MacGyver, one he dearly missed.

Carl knocked on the bathroom door as he turned the handle and found Morrigan in her haste had forgotten to lock it. He decided to put that thought to the test. " Morrigan I need to shave so make yourself decent I am coming in."

He knew she was still in the shower, and he gave her no time to get out. As he stood at the sink her avenue of escape was cut off. Carl leisurely lathered his face and began to shave.

"Morrigan there is no need for apologies...." He Paused as his old fashioned straight razor scrapped his cheek.

"....On the contrary you where most delightful my dear and quite charming as well. "Again, a pause as the razor scraped along his throat.

".......................................thank you for a most memorable evening." Carl was dressed only in his boxer shorts as Morrigan poked her head out of the shower. If only she was what a delightful summer it might turn out to be. Morrigan made sure the shower curtain kept her body covered as she stuck her head out of the shower and stared at him.

Carl smiled to himself as Morrigan peeked modestly from behind the shower curtain; he noticed how she was studying him in the reflection in the mirror. He appeared to take no notice of it as he continued to shave as if being in the bathroom with the stunning young beauty being naked behind the opaque shower curtain was the most natural thing in the world. Morrigan shook her head gently and simply asked, "What exactly is it you are accusing me of doing last night Doctor?"