NOTICE::: So soon, right. Okay, this story is T for some more implied content in later chapters. I don't feel its subject to change too much, but anyways.
Scooby-Doo and the Reluctant Werewolf 2
Chapter 1
Carvings
The gang was glad that Thanksgiving had ended, and everyone had returned home. It was Saturday now, and they had attempted some cleaning, but had quickly given up. It was early afternoon, messages on the answering machine ranted, most good byes from relatives and good wishes. A few cases that Fred was uncertain about taking, since most seemed pretty far fetched, they tried to avoid murders as much as possible. Shaggy sat at the kitchen table, staring at his food, he had thought the turning in his stomach was hunger, but it wasn't it. He'd woken up this morning in complete agony, Velma had told him it was probably from snarfing down all those leftovers and then running through the house the other day. He had agreed, but something doubted that. Shaggy stood and walked into the living room, a growl greeted him.
"Geez, Scoob!" Shaggy took a step back, Scooby looked confused, and then wagged his tail.
"Rorry, Raggy! R'you rartled re." said Scooby happily as he jumped on the couch.
"It's okay Scoob. Like man, you startled me." said Shaggy headed outside, maybe some cool air would make his stomach feel better.
He walked along the block casually. He saw the Mystery Machine coming down the road, Daphne and Velma waved, they'd gone to the store for some steak and tofu dogs for dinner. The van pulled along side him, he walked to the window, Daphne was driving.
"Hey Shag, where you headed?" asked Daphne.
"Like, Just going for a walk, my stomach's still bothering me," said Shaggy as he leaned on the passenger
"We got some pain relievers for you." said Velma, reaching over the seat.
"Hey, like what's that smell?" asked Shaggy.
"What smell?" asked Daphne.
"Smells... kind of... coppery." said Shaggy, it was coming from the van.
"Maybe its something we bought at the store," said Velma, sitting back on the seat.
"Must be it, Thanks." said Shaggy taking one of the medicine.
"Well, see you back at home, Shag." said Velma as Daphne started the van.
"Yeah, the ice creams melting," said Daphne, as she put the car in gear.
"Okay, see you two." said Shaggy as he continued his walk.
Scooby lay on the couch thinking, why had he growled at Shaggy. It was really nothing to bother about, but yet it did. He could hear the van at the end of the road, it'd stopped, the girls must be talking to Shaggy. As it got closer and it parked in the driveway, the rustling of bags made his ears perk up, and the copper smell of fesh stake met his nose, he loved that smell. The door opened and Daphne backed in followed by Velma. Scooby heard Fred coming down the stairs to help with groceries. Scooby ran out to the van as Fred opened the door a little wider. Proudly Scooby grabbed a bag with bread and buns in it for tomorrows burgers. Scooby smelt something unfamiliar, he swung around and barked. His eyes shot open as Shaggy crossed the street, with a brow raised.
"Gee, Scoob. First growling, now barking... maybe you need to go to the vet." said Shaggy playfully, rubbing his head.
"Raggy? R'you rell r'different." said Scooby, giving his best friend a through sniffing.
"Is that, like a good thing or a bag thing?" asked Shaggy as he grabbed the milk from the back and closed the door as Fred held the charcole.
"I don't think you smell any different.." said Fred giving Shaggy a quick sniff.
"Like, I'm not using any new stuff... so I take its turned into a cook-out?" asked Shaggy as they headed in the house.
"I guess." said Fred, swinging the bag over his shoulder and picking up one of the bags the girls had dropped.
Shaggy gave a weary look at Scooby as they headed inside, he didn't like this new phase of his. Then that smell caught him, it was a strange smell, but he liked it. There was something familiar about it, but he couldn't quite place it. It was coming from the bag that Fred was holding. He had an urge to grab it, but restrained himself, that would've been rude. They walked into the kitchen, Fred heading outside as he dropped off the plastic bag on the table. Scooby was walking gingerly behind them, sniffing Shaggy every so often. Shaggy waved him off the third time her caught him doing it.
"Shaggy can you help me?" asked Daphne, trying to put syrup in the cabinet.
"Sure," said Shaggy walking towards her.
"You change your perfume or something?" asked Shaggy, picking up something that smelt like berries.
"Yeah. Thanks for noticing. Its more than I can say for a certain jock," said Daphne, glaring in Fred's direction.
It wasn't long before Fred brought in some food, leaving some food still outside to be cooked. The gang dug right in. Scooby happily ate his food, every so often glad that Shaggy kept giving him a burger or two, after the third time, Scooby froze. He seemed to be taking a few bites off of them and just deciding not to eat them. He looked at Shaggy, he was holding his stomach, Scooby let out a whimper of sympathy. Shaggy gave him a half smile and stood up, excusing himself to bed, the others stared off in shock. A mountain of tofu burgers left untouched by the beatnik.
"Maybe he's got a stomach bug?" suggested Fred.
"Even when he's sea sick, he still manages to eat." said Daphne.
"Maybe he just needs some rest." said Velma, "Come on Scoob, you want some more burgers?"
"Ro, rhanks." said Scooby, watching as Shaggy walked up the stairs.
Something wasn't right, but he couldn't place it. That smell, Shaggy's new smell, wasn't new, it was old and unwelcome. Scooby stretched, and looked outside, he liked the sunset. Fred went on the patio to get the rest of the stuff and put it away. Daphne and Velma loaded the dishwasher and sink. Scooby's ear twitched, he thought he'd heard something upstairs. He trotted through the living room and towards the bottom of the steps. He walked up carefully, that strange smell was stronger. He heard Shaggy let out a pained sound and sped up, maybe he needed water or something.
"Raggy?" Scooby slid his head inside, Shaggy was on the floor doubled over, he hadn't even changed out of his normal clothes yet, just his shoes, "Raggy?!"
Shaggy heard Scooby, but it didn't register. His mind was swimming, he'd gone up to go to bed. That's all, but something wouldn't let his body rest, it was swirling, aching, his stomach lurching. He could feel his mouth water in excess, and smells where shifting, vivid. He could hear Fred, Daphne, and Velma, all in the kitchen. Scooby's voice was fading, he'd backed out of the room. His stomach wasn't in pain, it was hungry. He saw visions, sworming, those images, he remembered them... he knew what this was. No, please... not with them home.. no. He heard footsteps thunder up the stair case. Panicked chatter, Scooby was barking, on edge. He felt his skin tear, he let out a yell, but it sounded more like a dog whimper. This pain, the ache... it was new to him... but the smells, the urges, the taste in his mouth.... the hunger as blood pressures rose in the doorway. A yell from one of the girls, Daphne. He felt his spin shift, his nails stretch. His hand that braced the ground, tore carpet. He could see only red, images flashing. He looked towards the doorway, shocked faces, a growling dog... most of all he smelt it.... unwavering fear.
TBC
I hate the smell of blood, yuck! Not many can smell it, but it makes me sick, not vomit sick, just odd that's all.
