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DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING EXCEPT THE STALKER FANGIRL
Billy Black was getting ready to enjoy a day of relaxation. Jacob was spending the day hanging with Quil and Embry, so Billy had the house to himself. He nuked leftovers from last nights dinner of lasagna and wheeled himself to the TV. Flipping though the channels, he began to eat his meal. Two more plates of lasagna later, Billy decided that he would take a nap. He hoisted himself onto the couch, and closed his eyes. He had almost drifted into dreamland when he heard a strange noise outside. The noise sounded so familiar, but he just couldn't quite put his finger on it. He strained to hear the noise better. Sounds like someone frantically running around and...giggling? That's when it hit him. He knew this noise all too well, but it had been years since this noise plagued him. This was the unmistakable noise of a...of a...fangirl.
As fast as he could manage he got up for the couch and into his wheelchair. He threw open the front door, not even bothering to close it behind him as he zoomed out the house. The noise was much louder outside.
"BILLY!" came a high pitch voice from behind. He didn't even bother to turn around and see exactly who called his name, he just took off straight ahead. Faster and faster he wheeled himself into the forest, keeping an eye out for someplace safe he could hide until the dreaded fangirl left. No such luck. He came to a sudden stop. He look down to see what had gotten in his way. A log. Thinking, fast he tried to wheel backwards, so he could adjust himself to go around the log. He found he couldn't wheel back either. He eyes grew wide in horror when he discovered what was behind him, preventing him for reaching safety. A log. Billy leaned down to try and move the log in front of his wheelchair, but he couldn't reach it.
"My plan worked out perfectly," said the same voice as before. Billy watched as a girl emerged for the forest. She didn't look terribly evil, but he knew that looks can be deceiving. The fangirl slowly began walking to Billy with a smirk on her face. Billy began panicking. He couldn't get attacked by a fangirl again, he's getting too old. He did the only think he could think to do, something he hasn't done in years, he turned into a werewolf. Using his werewolf strength, he launched himself from his wheelchair, and landed a whole six inches away from it. As fast as he could, he began crawling on the ground.
"How long are you going to keep this up?" the fangirl asked easily keeping up at a slow walking pace. Billy tried to crawl faster, but his arm strength was diminishing. He started whimpering. After three solid minutes of crawling he finally gave up. He flopped onto the ground and began to cry, well as close to crying as a werewolf can get.
The fangirl looked at Billy with a wicked smile. "Excellent," she said, drumming her figure tips against each other. "Excellent."
Well there you have it. Oh, and by the way, I really don't think Billy is able to turn back into a werewolf, but for the sake of the story he can. Please review.