Part Three: Tranquilizers, a Necessary Evil

He heard the screams and sighed, unholstering the tranquilizer gun he had to carry and shouted "Look sharp Jules!"

Her temper was always so very short now and was liable to be set off by anything no matter how small or accidental. Her parents had come home a week after her infection and accepted her new condition quite calmly, happily accepting their own tranquilizer guns.

The transforming girl turned from her victim, snarling at him and he pulled the trigger to tag her in the bicep. For a second she looked surprised, pulled out the dart, looked at it before closing her eyes and starting to teeter on her feet before falling back, hitting the dirt track with a solid thud and went back to human as she snoozed. Thankfully she hadn't transformed far enough to rip her clothes. He put the safety on, holstered the gun and causally went to collect his girlfriend while saying to her would-be victim, "Sorry Didi, she's still learning to control herself…" the blonde girl nodded faintly, watching as Ben scooped Julie up as easily as if she had been a child and walked away calmly. She was so going to go live with her aunt in Chicago. This city was crazy.

At the same time that Didi was frantically calling her parents to convince them to let her move to Chicago; Ben had laid Julie out on a stone picnic table, pulled a syringe from his pocket, uncapped it, and stuck it in her main arm vein, injecting her with the antidote to the tranquilizer.

"C'mon Julie," he roused her as she began to regain consciousness, "class ends in fifteen…"

She groaned to life, sitting up and rubbing her head, asking, "Who did I attack this time?'

"Didi, I think she got in your way while you were running."

"Uh hurgh," she moaned, "I have to cancel that game don't I?"

"Not unless you want to…"

"I may attack the referee if he annoys me! They'll put me down like a rabid beast! I want to die as a human!"

"Whoa," he pulled her close, "Nobody's going to kill you like an animal; you're not going to die any time soon. If you want to play that game me and the others will be on the sidelines with tranq guns, cheering you on…"

"What if you can't stop me?" she whispered petrified.

"Puh-lease," he smiled, "we've handled a lot worse than a pissed of werewolf…"

The bell rung; he stepped off the table, pulling her with him, scooped up their stuff and tugged her to their next class, already planning their weekend.