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Last time on 'Captain Jack Harkness the holder of the Wolf: Gwen's lips pressed hard against Jack's…

'What the hell's she doing?' growled Owen.

The team were still standing back from the glowing, swirling vortex surrounding the two people in the centre of the littered Hub. They could feel the heat on their faces from the strange unnatural light as they stood there and stared, with their hearts pumping, at the strange and somehow frightening scene before them.

One of Gwen's hands was tangled Jack's hair, while the other one was on his shoulder. Their lips were pressed together along with the rest of their bodies. Jack's eyes were closed as he hung onto Gwen tighter. His face seemed almost calm and peaceful. Gwen's sad, brown eyes closed as their mouths parted and their tongues entwined.

She was scared, so scared. Her heart was beating so fast. Was this the end? What if this didn't work? What if... Jack died? What if this was the end, and he didn't come back this time? Why couldn't of she saved him before? Did he know about this all along? Why didn't he tell her? Was he afraid? So many doubts ran through her head, and she began to feel light. And tired, god, she felt so tired, she just wanted to fall and relax in those strong arms that were around her. When did those arms embrace her anyway?

The warmth of his tongue and lips disappeared, to leave cold air in its place.

It took a moment to realize her arms were embracing him too. Her eyes cracked open, to stare right into Jack's sad, smiling face.

'I'm sorry,' he whispered. A single tear ran down his cheek. Her eyes found his. The blinding light was still there, still burning as brightly as the sun. It was only as she looked deeper into those eyes that she saw a reflection herself. Her eyes glowed calmly back at her. It was only then she realized, with a shock, what had happened. This had been her plan, but Jack was still there, he was still glowing. Why was he still glowing? Why was he crying? And why did her head hurt so much?

She blinked. Her eyes didn't change back. She looked wildly around, maybe someone….

She froze. She wasn't in the hub anymore. It was a room, but she couldn't tell how big it was. She couldn't tell the roof from the floor or the side from the side. It was like she was suspended in a golden gas somewhere. From somewhere, a beautiful, haunting song echoed through the mist. Whispers hissed around her quietly like a pan of boiling water in the strange room. It was oddly... peaceful.

Jack's voice broke the silence. 'I'm so sorry,' he whispered again. 'This is my entire fault.'

'No,' she said. Her voice wasn't angry or worried, just…calm. Why did she feel so calm?

The pain was gradually going. 'I shouldn't have let you do this,' he said quietly. His arms that were embracing her tightly suddenly let go, accompanied with a sharp gasp of pain.

'Jack?' she asked, scared. It showed in her voice this time. Gwen's body was enveloped in an unnatural cold temperature as Jack stumbled back in pain.

'Stay away,' he gasped hoarsely, sticking out his shaking hand to stop her advancing. His sight was swimming; all the colours of the rainbow seemed to be mixing. Pain was searing through his whole body. It was engulfing him. Oh god it hurt. It burned his skin. His eyes flickered up, unfocused. Gwen.

'What's happening to me?' He gasped. All the information, all the knowledge of the golden room was disappearing - fading away. Why was it fading? He couldn't understand. He was immortal. This shouldn't be happening. He should be able to hold all this. Why was this happening?

His knees slammed against the metal floor – the hub floor. He looked dizzily up. Suddenly he felt his muscles contract. Every single one. Pain exploded in every fibre of his body and a scream tore itself from his throat. His whole body felt like it was burning, but it was worse that that. Much worse. Anger rampaged through his body and mind, consuming him along with the pain.

As suddenly as it began, the pain froze. The anger didn't though. It kept on raging, growing and growing until his vision was blurred tinted blue. He stood up effortlessly, a strange power flowing through his veins - An overwhelming power pushing him forward. His whole body was aching. His blood boiled. He could feel a growl come from his panting lips and his teeth were bared as he paced slowly towards the girl. His powerful muscles flexed. Everything was seen that slightly distorted, tinted blue hue now and the golden room had gone. Gwen stumbled away from him, the golden light around her gone. Jack could smell the fear, taste it almost. God, she smelled so delicious. Drawl dripped from his mouth. He could eat her. Literally.

It started with a few steps, and before he knew it he was running, and he was tearing into that oh-so-sweet, flawless skin. Beautiful red liquid splattered everywhere along with the sound of the distant screams as he savoured her. Long yellow nails sunk deeply into her blood-stained skin, gripping her tightly. With a quick movement, he yanked his un-human hand back, his nails still attached firmly. A scream of pain and agony echoed like a forgotten song in his keen ears as her flesh was torn from her frame. Her peppery-tasting veins were gouged out along with the rest of it, filling him, quenching his thirst and feeding his hunger. Her flesh was soft and stringy and her bones made a satisfying crunch with the glorious red sauce. He gulped down the sweet tasting organs that were ripped up along with the rest of the body. He was still hungry though, still so very hungry.

He let the bloodied carcass drop to the floor, chewed up into a pulpy mess, and turned to see the rest of the team there quivering. Two words registered in his mind – I'm hungry. His mouth curled into a vicious smile as he pounced.

He never noticed the reflection of a huge golden wolf gorging on its prey on a lone monitor.

Shafts of morning light fell and gently scattered across the floor of the Hub as the faint sounds of birds-song drifted through the thick and still air of the unnaturally silent building.

The fist thing Jack was aware of was the cold metal grid of the floor pressed against his face. There was a strange tingling smell in the air. A shiver ran through his body as he realized how cold it was. His tired blue eyes cracked open slowly and they met the first rays of light dancing on the floor. The red floor, he noticed. His heart skipped a beat.

NO!

He scrambled up, panicked, staring at horror at the nightmarish scene before him. The whole room was splattered with blood. It covered the bottom of the walls and the monitors, and the grid on the floor was stained completely red, along with bits of flesh and parts of bodies fling everywhere.

His eyes wildly scoured the floor. One, two, three…four. Oh god. They were dead. All his team, they were all dead He took a few shaky breaths, his eyes wide and body shaking; he staggered up to one of the corpses, and fell to his knees beside it on the damp ground. He reached out with his shaking hand, but drew it back quickly when it came in touch with the sticky blood of the corpse. All the skin had been ripped off the person, including some of the meat and the guts. A few strands of long hair lay across the skeletons disfigured face. They were black. That meant…

'Gwen?' he whispered, horrified. Had he done this? He looked down slowly at his shaking body. His clothes were soaked with blood. It didn't take an expert to realize the blood wasn't his. He looked at his hands. Bits of flesh were stuck underneath his nails. He looked around the hub then back at Gwen. A small, broken whisper cracked through the silence.

'What have I done?'

Jack's eyes snapped open. Sweat coated his clothes and body. Scared eyes met concerned soft brown ones.

'Gwen!?' But…that's impossible! Was that… just a dream?

He gasped out in pain and shock. His whole body felt like it was on fire. He looked wildly around. He was in the hub. There was no blood. The whole team was gathered round him. Ianto had a look of relief, Owen looked worried, and Tosh had a look of both worry and relief. Jack tried to sit up but his wrists were strapped tightly with metal cuffs to the autopsy table. Another blast of jagged pain shot through him.

'Jack!' Gwen breathed, relieved. A small smile broke out across her face.

'What happened?' he coughed out. A look of confusion applied it's itself on to Jack's hansome, painfilled face. Gwen softly put her hand on his shoulder as her soft, calming husky voice traveled through the hub.

'You were bitten by a werewolf on our trip to Scotland, remember?'

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MUHAHAHAHA! Cliffhanger (sort of!)

If any of you are confused, don't worry, it'll all be explained in the next chap….

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