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.