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(Leticia's POV)

I started awake underneath my bed sheets, sense of danger prickling. Someone was in my town. I could feel it. Another witch? No. No, not a witch, or a sorcerer. They would give off a distinct sense of magicalyness, which was – if not completely absent in this vibe, definitely lacking. Whoever was creeping around my streets without proper introductions was giving off a frankly, not to be discriminating or anything, disgusting wet dog sense. Like one that hadn't washed in years. My delicate nose wrinkled involuntarily. Eeew.

Wait. If I could sense this doggy person, that means that they had to be a supernatural. 'No shit, Sherlock' I told myself, squirming reluctantly out of my nice, warm, fluffy bed. Sigh. Why did people always bother me in the middle of the freaking night? I glanced at the clock and winced. Daaamn. It was way too early to be up. The green blinking numbers read 2:01. I had just gone to sleep like an hour ago. And now I was up again, dragging my sorry witchy ass out of bed to face another day. No, forget that. It was so early I wouldn't even classify it as day. Heck, my 'day' started at like 10 o'clock. Now there was a civilized time to be up. None of this funky up at 2 kinda business. Definitely none of this up at 2 to face an unknown doggy-supernatura- whoop-de-fucking-do. I knew what was lurking in my town now. I mean, could it scream any louder? DOG supernatural? Werewolf. Great. My (way too early) day was officially taking a downwards spiral. I mean, werewolves are DANGEROUS. They bite. And definitely literally. Whoever said a dog's bark was worse than his bite should reconsider the truth of that statement.

Okay. I was up. Now what?My bleary brain wondered. I shivered in my flimsy nightgown and yanked it off, grabbing jeans and a tight black t-shirt off of my dresser and pulling them on. As I hopped up and down on one foot to get the jeans on (and quite nearly toppled over…), my cat stuck his nose into my bedroom door and pushed it open. "Hey Lucy." I said tiredly, bending down to scratch his head. Yes, I said Lucy. In case you're wondering, it's short for Lucifer. Like the one from hell. I call him Lucy when he's being good. He looked up at me and his gaze clearly said ,"Lia… why the hell is that my name?"

I grinned down at Lucy ,dragged myself in to the kitchen in a half-stupor and went through the motions of making coffee without actually thinking about it. Hehe. I was an expert at that. I felt kinda bad for leaving the were's to wreak havoc while I had coffee… But this was an absolute must. I didn't have a single doubt that without a huge caffeine boost, I would fall over as soon as I reached them. Which really wouldn't help anyone. And, besides, how much havoc could they wreak in 15 minutes? No, don't answer that. It was a rhetorical question. One that I really didn't want to know the answer to.

I was slightly more awake as I downed my first cup of coffee, and I began to run through the more powerful sorcerer and witch spells I knew. I glanced over at my cat and nearly snorted up the coffee. Very ladylike. Lucifer had a grimoire out on the ground and open to a page that said "How to Make your House Smell of Cats". He was looking down at it, yellow eyes seeming very bemused. Sometimes I can't believe what kind of spells were in the grimoire's. Apparently, neither could he, because he turned his bemused gaze back up towards me and gave a little cat shrug, then made his way around piled up books to my foot. Which he promptly sat on. What did I do to deserve this. That was a new grimoire that I hadn't looked at yet too… I really desperately hoped that not all of the spells in that book were quite as useless.

(15 minutes later)

I was actually feeling alive after the whole pot of coffee. Yaay. Although I was gonna paaay for this early awakening later. This had better be worth it. I swear if it is just some random mutt passing through and not planning on causing any trouble, I will scream. Loudly. Probably injuring the poor mutt's ears.

Getting into action, I grabbed my keys from a particularly tall stack of books that I had left them on last night and trotted out the door with my little black Lucifer closely tailing me. Some people might wonder why the cat was coming… But I really couldn't object. My kitty had a veeery stubborn mind of its own. And had saved my ass more times than I could count. So, no objections there.

I took the stairs in my apartment building two at a time, jumping off the last one and landing on two feet before quickly shoving my key into the door to open it. Oooh. High tech. Indeed. We had to have a key to get OUT as well as IN. Makes lots of tardies on the report card when you're a forgetful person. But hey, I can't complain. It makes me feel very, very safe.

Once I had managed to pull the ridiculously heavy door open and slip through, I shivered at the chilly breeze that played through the streets. Brrrr. I should've brought another coat. All I was wearing was a flimsy fleece thing that barely even qualified as a sweater. Oh, and the shirt. I was definitely wearing a shirt, just for y'all who tend to get the wrong ideas. Gah. These mutts who dragged me out here, however involuntarily, were going to weep in forgiveness. Ooohoh. I was really cold.

I rubbed my arms vigorously as I trotted towards my car. It was black. I'm not really a car person, so all that I could tell you was that it was a Bug. Adorable, yes. And it had a nice heater. (*Raises arms to heavens & hums*) I dug my keys out of the back pocket of my jeans and pressed the little un-locky button when I was about a foot away from the car.

I got into the car and pulled out of the parallel parking on the side of the street. Thank god no one had parked close to me, because at the best of times I'm a decent parallel parker and an awful uh, unparker. I do believe that I've paid for at least 30 minor repairs on cars… that weren't mine.

I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror and winced. My long black hair was pulled into a haphazard ponytail and there were bags under my brown eyes. Agh. I looked like shit. Not that anyone where I was going would care. Sighing, I pressed down on the gas and explored the location of the were's with my mind, automatically taking turns that I would need to get closer. My eyes widened. Fuck. There was someone with them. A human. Crapcrapcrap. My foot inched down towards the ground. I was definitely speeding now and I definitely didn't care.

One of my many thoughts was 'Please let these be benign mutts'.

I slowed down as I got into the low-income neighborhood, trying to pinpoint the feeling of where the werewolves were. It was pretty much down to 'Which way that I could go makes the feeling get stronger'. A couple guys standing in a group beside the road made obscene gestures in my direction, and I flipped them off. Gah. Wasting my time. I could feel that I was almost too where the wolves were now.

I stopped my car, quickly casting a weak protection around it then getting out. I didn't really want the human guys messing with it. That had happened before. Not pretty.

They were in that building. It was falling apart, a concrete building with cracks and graffiti all over the place. Looked like a perfect place for a gang to hide out. I came up with a couple spells from various grimoires that I had that would probably work fairly well against the werewolves. One was the knockback spell, always useful. A choking spell was another good one. The only problem with that one was that it took up a lot of energy, so I could only do it 2 or 3 times. Last but not least was screaming and running. No, I'm just kidding… kinda. It was a shock spell, mid-power. I could probably do it 6 or 7 times before I got tired. If my aim was good enough and I got one of the were's in the heart, then it could kill them. Fried werewolf. Yum. I shivered.

The entryway was dark, and I had the shock spell on my lips, muscles tense as I walked through, unaware of my cat following me. I was about to mutter a light spell, but then decided against it. Why waste any of my power? I knew where the wolves were, and I could find where to turn by trailing my fingers against the wall.

Finally, after a couple of the most stressful minutes of my life, I could see a faint light around the corner of one of the walls. It was them. My eyes widened in horror as I heard the tearing of flesh and a cut off of a human scream. No. Dammit. I was too late. Too late to save this person. But these mutts were going to die. Now. Before they killed anyone else.

I started muttering the choking spell, preparing it for casting.

"Hey, Dan?" A low, ruff voice said,"Do you hear something."

"Now that you mentio-" I cut off the bastard when I ran down the hallway and flung the choke spell at the first were I saw, him. His hands came up to his throat and his eyes bugged, gasping. It took the other 2 (Damn there were 2.) a second to get over that.

"BITCH!" One roared, and I quickly muttered the shock spell, hitting his shoulder instead of his heart because I was trembling after the effort of the choke spell. By now the one that I had hit with the choke spell was rolling on the ground, face purple. Both of the others leaped at me at once, but one never made it. A little black cat twined around his feet and tripped him. I almost grinned at the victory, but then the other one who had come at me from behind hit me. I flicked my hand automatically and he flew off me, landing on his feet. Good old knockback spell. I was glad that I had blackmailed that little old sorcerer in giving it to me. But I hadn't been able to do that before his teeth had sunk a little into my neck. Fuck. Letting go, I chanted the choke spell again, and he toppled. I spun around with my head pounding and every bone in my body aching, and cast the shock spell twice at the remaining were, one missing the mark completely and the other one hitting a lucky shot to the heart.

I collapsed, and raised my hand to my neck. It came away with blood. Fuck. He had bitten me. Bite. Werewolf. Turn. My thoughts became more incoherent, and I screamed at the pain in my head. Then I blacked out. But it still hurt.

(Lucifer's POV)

I watched my girl scream and go limp. I was worried. Over my time with her, I had grown to know of the supernatural community. So I could roughly understand what was happening. She was turning into one of the one's that we had fought. Werewolf. I also knew that there was about a 10 percent chance of surviving that change. Troubled, I made my way out of the building, heading towards the headquarters of the Wolves with swift pads. Stonehaven, New York. I would do everything I could to keep my girl alive. So I would find the people who could help her through this change.

(Leticia's POV)

I lay among the mauled, dead bodies. In agony.