Interview pt.2

Relaxing for a moment, Sebastian “Ruwolf” Fang has returned to chewing his bitter, vile looking and vile smelling spinach and bean roll between his granite facial features. In his crystal blue eyes are resentment and fear. Twisted thoughts might be spinning in his thick head but the werewolf leader has returned to his more human demeanour, if that is what it might be called.

“It isn’t what it might be called. It is what it needs to be called. I am human right now and if the desire by me scares anyone they should realise that I am stuck in some unknown level of Spandau prison awaiting my death,” said Mr Fang, resigned to his fate.

Mr Fang has lived in Spandau prison for the past year and with the death of former Nazi leader, Rudolf Hess, he fears he will never see the outside again after they tear down these prison walls.

Mr Fang waves his had dismissively at discussion on the Nazi matter. “The man is always complaining, but he is not the one who should be complaining.”

Spandau prison was home of the Nazi Seven, Hess, Walther Funk, Erich Raeder, Albert Speer, Baldur von Schirach, Konstantin von Neurath and Karl Donitz. Spandau prison is now home to the Nazi one – Hess. The rest have either been released for health or finishing their terms. This offends Mr Fang more than anything.

“I am stuck in here like I am Nazi. I hate the Nazis. I hated them when I was a young man and I hate them now as an elderly man,” said an angry Mr Fang.

Mr Fang never joined the German Third Reich army during the Second World War because of moral difficulties with the Nazi way. That makes sense if you are a werewolf who finds eating humans wrong. He hid himself from the SA, SS and Gestapo and never shot a single bullet. So why join the werewolf nation? Why come out of hiding?

“I had friends who had been hunted and killed for simply being a werewolf. It didn’t matter if they ate humans or not,” with this Mr Fang makes a slicing gesture against his throat, “they were slit with silver machetes, hung by silver chains and tortured or burned while they slept. I could not stand by and let this go on. When Marshall Lewis asked me to join the group it was a difficult but necessary decision. How many more needed to die? None.

“They needed to change. By joining I could get this group of animals…” Mr Fang begins a short but strong howl “…to be something more; to be a group of hope rather than of devastation. It was the way I thought we could make humans understand that we belong to this blue globe just as much as they do.”

Travelling with the group brought many nights of drinking and rocking but he never again ate flesh. Mr Fang always found his own place to be on full moons and hunted mammals just like he did before joining the group. Soon others joined him, curious why he did not eat humans, and found that he might be on to something.

“At this time… I think it was ’79… Louie (Marshall Lewis) had been hunted and killed by this new group called the Anti-Werewolf Forces – hung him by his neck on a silver collar. The two of us never did see eye-to-eye on the eating mammals-thing. He thought we were creatures of savagery, that there was nothing wrong with that and we needed to eat humans to claim our dominance. To say I disagreed with that well… we had our battles. But he respected me. And I worshiped him.

“After his death was confirmed, we were without a leader and I had no desire to be that guy, you know. He was a leader in every sense of the word. When he breathed the multitudes breathed. Me, I was just trying to be myself within the group. What I didn’t consider in 1980, when we were still leaderless, was that without a man on top the group could not function. Me heading out to the Black Forest, to hide and dismiss my instinct, apparently sent a message to the multitudes.

“Werewolves began following me to the shadows of the Black Forest, where we ate rabbit or elk and we would have discussions in German and English and then French and then Chinese and then well, I’ve lost count of the languages spoken in the shadows. But we spoke. We spoke about unity and peace and loving us and loving humans. It isn’t hippy stuff; it is just a way of moving beyond the stereotype.”

Moving werewolves is the easy part of Mr Fang’s conversation here in Spandau prison. Moving words about Marshall Lewis is more difficult. He is troubled by his former leader’s death and their ideological arguments. When he speaks of Mr Lewis, his voice becomes listless and tired, as if the words had been shared too many times. But he speaks of his former leader like he was still alive, like he was here in the deep darkness of Spandau – like they were still travelling the European roads.

They are in Prague rolling in the grass, after a long moon chase. They are in Pere Lachaise graveyard in Paris peeing on Jim Morrison’s grave and writing on Oscar Wilde’s grave: “Sun is the curse of the Werewolf class.” Then they are in London with the three werewolf women and some more rolling. They are in a time…

“There wasn’t enough time. They found him in our room and dragged him to some park in Bethnal Green in East London and hung him like a piece of ham. They knew we were in London and knew it was raining and cloudy. That’s why the original werewolf nation left England. Not enough clear skies to rely on. So when the originals came back, sure enough we had no idea what awaited them. The AWWF is a piece of crap. They found him alone in a weakened human state in our hotel room and they took him away.

“He is a good… well call him what you like… Louie is good. He is the reason I am living. It isn’t any use…”

Tears fall over rocky cheeks and careen off cliffy chins. And so he returns to the comfort of that revolting spinach and bean roll, sad as he may be.

Look for Tomorrow’s Sebastian “RuWolf” Fang instalment.