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AN: Well, ladies and lycanthropes, this is the last and final part of The Fabled Were-Sara. First of all, I'd like to say that I'm SO SORRY for this part being so late!! It's just that a lot of things have come up - school has started, my Dad is depressed, and my Grandma has just died. I hope you all understand.
And now, the part you've all been waiting for!!
The Fabled Were-Sara part 7
Flint, Tony, Bindi, Pterri and Get-A-Long continued to follow Murlock's still questionable directions. Tony frowned. ' What the hell does he think he's doing? How on Earth would HE know where Sara is? Why are we following HIM? Why not ME? Where are we going?' His mental line of questioning came to a halt when Bindi cleared her throat, eager for attention. The pink time shifter quietly floated up front to where her beloved Murlock led.
" Merlie, where are we going?" Instead of responding, Murlock continued on, ignoring her question. " Merlie, did you hear what I said?" Still no answer. Bindi became annoyed. " Are you even listening to me?" Nothing. " Do you even care that I'm here? That I'm alive? I have feelings too, Murlock! Feelings and needs! And you need to respect them more because--"
" Bindi, would you just SHUT UP?!?! I heard every fucking word that you said! I'm not deaf, y'know! If you feel that you're 'needs' aren't being met, go and live with Flint and the Goodmans at the Time Bearau, because I'm not gonna bust my ass for every, single, thing that you need! So just fucking LAY OFF!!!" Murlock screeched. The bishonen vampire glanced over to the band - sure enough, everyone was speechless, and much more afraid to say anything else that might aggrivate him. Murlock sighed, preparing for an apology. " Look, Bindi....I-I'm really sorry about that. If you could accept my apology--"
" Okay." She squeaked, her teal eyes wide with fear and shock. Pterri flapped in the middle of the gathering.
" Alright, everyone! Settle down! I can understand that this is a tough time for everyone, considering what's happened to Sara, and our so-far failed search for the time shifter. But what we don't need is you all taking it out on eachother! Tell 'em, Get-A-Long!" The tiny shifter vigorously nodded.
" No fighting!" She ordered. Tony sneered, whispering to himself.
" Why should we listen to you, ya flying blue avacado?" *SMACK* " Ow!"
" I heard that."
" Sorry." Flint spoke up for the first time.
" C'mon, everybody! Sara's close! I've got her scent!" Behind him, Rocky's eyes popped open.
" Good work, son! Now, stay focused! If you can smell her, that means she can probably smell you too." Everyone fell silent. Tony blinked, and rolled his eyes.
" Oh, thanks for the news, Mr. Hammerhead. Now I feel so much safer. " Before a horribly mismatched fight could break out, Murlock interveaned.
" Rocky's got a point, you know. If dear Sara has become what I think she has, then there's a good chance that she knows we're here right now. So, we've got to keep moving." The self-proclaimed 'Scooby Gang' continued on their way, not sure if their reunion with Sara Goodman is something to be either thankful or fearful for.
The forest at nighttime. Dark, scary, yet teeming with nocturnal life. A normally inpenetrable forest was no problem for Sara Goodman and her companion. (Or is it the other way around?) Bright yellow eyes made short work of the lack of sunlight. Besides, the full moon provided more than enough light. The pink-haired wolf girl was still unsure of where they were going and why. ' Lupie just said that he felt he was needed elsewhere, and told me to come along. Oh well...' " We're close, child. Look presentable to your alpha." Sara blinked dumbly, a very certain sign that she was changing not only physically, but mentally.
" Look presentable...? I don't even have half my original clothes...."
" Nevermind that, we're here!"
Petra Fina slowly drummed her fingers on the hood of the Catamaran, they're (very odd) time traveling vehicle. She sighed, her normally venomous features now eerily calm. Her two henchmen, or 'boys', Dino and Mite, sighed as well. Dino leaned over to his companion. " Hey Mite, check out the boss. It's not like her to be so calm." Mite nodded his head in agreement.
" I see what'chya mean. This full moon buisness must be gettin' to everyone!" While her goons chatted away, the green-haired villianess suddenly became aware of two pairs of bright, yellow eyes in the bushes in front of her.
" Hmm?" The lower pair slowly blinked, and stepped into the clearing. A small, if not miniature wolf emerged, and bowed, raising a paw.
" Greetings, alpha. I felt you needed us." Petra sighed again. " Is something the matter?" Petra waved Lupie off.
" No, no, I'm fine. " She arched an eyebrow. " Who's that with you?" Lupie bowed once again.
" Ahhh, allow me to introduce to you....your newest soldier." The time shifter motioned for her to step out of the darkness. Although very reluctant, a drastically changed Sara Goodman slunk out of the shadows on all fours. Petra's eyes widened with disbelief.
" Oh....my....God...." She shook her head to clear the mental cobwebs. " Oh my GOD!! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!! Boys!! Come over here!! Ya gotta see this!!" Dino and Mite followed en suite, laughing, pointing and mocking the emotionally scarred teen. " I don't believe this!! Not only is one of the little time brats a freak, she's under MY control!!! OOhhhh...I can't WAIT to try you out!!" Petra ended, poking Sara on the nose/snout. Lupie raised a polite paw.
" Permission to speak, alpha." The voloptuous villianess rolled her eyes.
" Shoot."
" I would refrain from using Sara as a weapon against the time detectives, Petra. She's not fully transformed yet. If you were to put her in a battle now with her current transformation, she would lose in a matter of minutes. That caveboy is no pushover." As if to emphasize his point, the little wolf rubbed his still-tender ribs. Petra seemed unamused.
" So........?" Lupie snarled.
" All I'm saying is that you can't use her!" Petra snarled in return.
" Well, can't you speed up the process?"
" I don't know! As far as I know, anything could come out of it! I'm not doing it!" Suddenly, loud voices, almost like battle cries, could be heard about 20 feet away. The bushes exploded in a shower of leaves, twigs and berries, revealing a very pissed off group of time detectives.
" Grrrr....give us back Sara, Petra Fina!! Or else!!" Flint threatened. Petra smirked.
" Or else what, cave brat?" Ignoring his empty threat, Petra turned back to Lupie and a frightened and confused Sara. " Lupie! I ORDER you to complete her transformation!" Lupie seemed uncertain.
" You know I can't do that! It could kill her for all we know!!" That was the last straw. Petra Fina pulled out her whip, eyes burning with anger.
" Is my Petra Stamp wearing off already? You will NEVER disobey my orders again!" She lept gracefully on top of the Catamaran, brandishing her whip. " You stupid beast! I'll make sure you do as I say! Lupie! Petra-Form to Lupie-Kahn!!" She continually struck the time shifter with her leather whip, leaving large gashes. She struck him about seven times before stopping. Petra gave poor Lupie a look that could kill him on the spot. " I know that only one strike is necessary, but those extra will teach you to always be loyal, and to never question your commands."Lupie began to convulse, his muscles going out of control. Soon, he was bathed in the all-too-familiar black, swirling light that accompanied a Petra-form. Where the wise, even cute time shifter once stood, was the large, humanoid wolf that they saw earlier. Saliva dripped in long streams from his mouth, full of sharp, lethal fangs as white as the full moon hanging in the sky above. Lupie-Kahn gave a triumphant roar, chilling even Petra Fina down to the marrow in their bones. The evil woman cracked the whip at Lupie-Kahn's clawed feet. " Okay, Lupie-Kahn! Complete the girl's transformation!" The seven-foot tall werewolf swiveled it's head towards Sara, who sat in the shadows, paralyzed with fear. Murlock cried in frustration and pleading.
" No! Leave her alone! Please, I'm begging you!" They all knew it was hopeless; they just needed someone to prove it. Sara curled up in a tight ball, and began to sob. ' This is the first time in my life that I've been truley afraid...' No one dared to say a word; even breath, when the enormous, hateful time shifter began to belt out long, soul-shattering howls. Sara listened the first time, but it became harder because all the sounds around her became too loud; even the soft breeze blowing sounded like standing beside a speaker at an airshow. The young teen began to whimper in pain, softly begging the wolf creature to stop. Instead, he continued to fill his massive lungs with air and keep howling. The sound was driving her mad.
" Please....please, Lupie....make it stop....." she pleaded, hot tears streaming down her face. Lupie snarled, roared, and howled even louder than before. " Lupie! Please! I-I'm begging you-o-o....." Sara's voice dissolved into sobs that wracked her whole body. She opened her eyes a bit to see that her slightly furry skin was moving and stretching right before her eyes. Sara unintentionally joined in the chorus, howling in pain. Flint, Tony, Murlock and the others could only watch in horror as their dear friend and Tony's only sibling howl, screech, and scream in pain. Her continuing screams of agony, and pleading to God forced Flint to cry softly. Tony, as well as Murlock, had hot tears staining their young, vibrant faces. Sara's once melodic voice became garbled, ragged and feral. Her once soft pink lips, the lips that Murlock yearned to feel, were curled up in a vicious snarl, as her face completely changed profile - her entire mouth/nose area had grown into a long snout/muzzle, covered with whiskers and fine, dark fur. The young human's head literally sank into her shoudlers, her neck growing longer and more muscular. Her soft bosom seemingly disappeared, as more fur rapidly covered her body. Everyone cringed at the continuing sounds of bones stretching, popping, and rearranging themselves. Sara's legs turned inwards, towards her chest, where her already developing tail grew longer and hairier. Lupie-Kahn continued his merciless song, keeping a close eye on his 'student's' transformation. It was nearly complete. Sara tore out of the last of her now-useless human clothing, her entire body covered in thick, coarse fur. Soft, pink highlights danced across her back like some odd scars she recieved long ago. Miraculously, the young teen was able to rise to her feet. Everyone got a good look at her. She now stood about four or five inches shorter than Lupie-Kahn himself. Her body was filled out - not fat, but 100% pure muscle. Longer arms dangled at her sides, each of her hands decorated with two-inch long claws that shone like pure silver in the moonlight. Her legs were that of a wolf or dog, meaning the lower leg (tibia/fibia) were now turned inward, but somehow, they managed to support her incredible mass despite their odd appearance. A long tail swished in anticipation behind her. She opened her eyes - previously a gorgeous aqua, now, a deep blood red. Sara Goodman sucked in a lungful of air, and sang her own song. One of lost loved ones, sadness, fury, and lonliness. She breathed heavily, waiting for an order from either one of her alphas. Petra gave the time detectives a wicked smirk.
" Well, here's your friend and sister! Hey, boy, whadarya gonna say when you go to school? ' Teacher, teacher, my dog ate my homework! I know I don't have a dog, but my twin sister works just as well!'" she said, doing a high-pitched imitation of Tony. Tony clenched his fists and teeth in fury, his whole body shaking. Yelling in rage, he blindly charged Petra. She lazily snapped her fingers, and, almost instantaniously, Dino and Mite appeared in front of her, both of them simoltainiously punching Tony right in the face. The unexpected attack sent him sprawling back to where he started. Flint ran to his fallen comerade.
" Tony! Tony! Are you alright?" he asked, his young face full of concern. The young Goodman looked up at a smiling Petra, his eyes quivering with hatred and unshed tears.
" Yeah, I'm fine," he brushed Flint off. " Just a little bruise." Murlock arched an eyebrow.
" Just a little bruise? Uh, I think your nose might be broken." Tony ignored his medical advice and stood up again on shaky legs. Tony's injury was then forgotten, for the time detectives now had bigger fish to fry. Wordlessly, Flint, with his granite father brandished high, charged towards the closest wolf; his being Sara. Murlock followed his example, charging an eager Lupie-Kahn, swinging his wand in offense. Tony Goodman was a bit disappointed that he wasn't 'qualified' enough to fight, but his logic told him to stay behind with Bindi, Get-A-Long and Pterri in case he was needed. Besides, he had already lost a fair amount of blood from his broken nose, causing him to feel rather light-headed. ' Oh well' he thought. ' As Monk said: " Only a fool fights when he knows he cannot win."'
An enraged Sara took the first offensive, swinging her new claws in a desperate attempt that they would kill at least something. Flint had the greater defense, considering Rocky made a great shield against her unforgiving appendages. Also, he was at least eight times smaller than her, so he clearly had the evasive advantage. The young caveboy skillfully dodged back and forth, swinging Rocky when he got the chance. Although Flint wouldn't win the Noble Prize for mathmatics or literature, he sure knew how to fight. Years of practice, not to mention the added experiance of living among monsterous sauropauds and huge carnivors. Seeing that this was going nowhere, Flint lept back, as did Sara, although with a bit more trouble. He got an idea. ' That's it! Sara's weakpoint is her dexterity! This body is still fairly new to her, so she has more trouble maneuvering!' Too bad she was a superior fighter. With one massive swat of her hand, she sent poor Flint flying into the trunk of a dying tree. The young boy screamed in pain; because the wood was so old and dry, large slivers dotted his bare arms and back. Sara snarled and charged defiantly. Tony saw what was going to happen, so, despite the desperate pleas of the miniatures, Tony dashed in front of the injured Flint. " Sara! No! Don't! It's me! Tony! Your brother!" The charging werewolf screeched to a halt, kicking up a whirlwind of dust. Tony was overjoyed; tears sparkled his eyes in happiness. " Oh...Sara....you....you remember...." Petra Fina, however, was fairly disappointed over this petty sentiment.
" Sara! Attack the brat! Now!" she screeched, cracking her whip on the ground. The teenage werewolf snapped out of her daze. She glared at Tony, who was now shaking like a leaf. Flint's eyes flickered open long enough to see an aggrivated Sara grab her own twin, and effortlessly toss him into a tree. Multiple curses and profanities seemed to trail behind him, as he fell through the levels of thick branches. He finally came to a halt when he crashed onto the ground, whimpering in pain at his now badly broken arm.
Meanwhile, Murlock was in a little tussle of his own. He quickly glanced over at Tony, who was being tended to by Pterri, Bindi and Get-A-Long. ' If she didn't hesitate to attack her own brother,' he thought. ' Than that's all the more reason to be extra careful--' " Yikes!!" His own mental lesson came just at the right time, considering he ducked his head to avoid having it popped off by a frustrated Lupie-Kahn. The young bishonen clenched his teeth in anger and frustration. " This is getting us nowhere!" he hissed. " We're obviously outmatched!" Finally: " FLINT!!" The young time detective heard his call, and groggily lept to his feet.
" Yeah Murlock?"
" I've got an idea. Get one of the time shifters to distract them, preferably Get-A-Long. We can double-team and take down the most imporant one: Lupie-Kahn. Sara's more important to us. " Flint smiled in approval.
" Sounds good to me! Hey! Get-A-Long!" She looked up from tending to a suffering Tony.
" Yeah, Flint?"
" We need you to use your Love Beam! Can ya do that?" Get-A-Long happily obliged.
" Sure!" She flapped her tiny feathered wings over to the pair of killers. Swallowing a lump in her throat, she defiantly shouted out: " Get-A-Long.....LOVE BEAM!!" A large, shimmering heart fell upon the heads of the two werewolves, sending multi-coloured sparkles dancing in the night sky. Since love wasn't their field of experties, the pair of lycanthropes just sat their, a dumb and vacant look on their faces. Murlock readied his wand.
" You ready?" Flint nodded, his face beaming with determanation.
" You bet!" The odd couple raced towards a stupified Lupie-Kahn, both of their respective weapons poised for attack.
" HIIIIYYYYAAAA!!!" A loud, if not disgusting crunch was heard, as both wooden wand and 400+ pound granite hammer struck the unsuspecting time shifter - right between the eyes. The poor creature went flying back quite a few feet, skidding to a halt in the ground right at the foot of the Catamaran. Petra was livid.
" You stupid fucking brats! How dare you do this to my poor Lupie-Kahn!" The realization then dawned on her. " But....heh heh heh....I still have.....SARA!! ATTACK!!" A quick flash of red could be seen in the eyes of their former friend; the werewolf was back. And very pissed off.
" ATTACK!!" was the first word that she heard when she was awoken from her stupor. Before anyone could even take a breath, Sara was on her feet, and proceeded to attack an unsuspecting Flint. One swift kick in the ribs ensured that he wouldn't be getting up anytime soon. The young caveboy crashed into another tree, a thin trickle of blood running out of his nostrils and mouth.
" S-Sara.....why...? Why are you....doing this.....?" he choked, tears forming at the corners of his big brown eyes.
" Son! Ya gotta be strong! Rock hard! She doesn't know what she's doing! You gotta help her!" Rocky called out, being that he landed about six feet away. Flint stood up.
" Grrr....You're right, Dad! I gotta....help.....Sara....." Unfortunatly, the meal he ate at the town before obviously didn't suffice for his voracious appetite. The poor child promptly collapsed. Murlock sweatdropped.
"Awww man....."
A drastically changed Sara Goodman and the gentleman vampire Murlock Holmes both circled eachother, slowly, and suspensfully. Every living thing, even Petra Fina herself, didn't dare do anything that might break either one of their concentration. Sara growled; a deep, warning that quietly bubbled from her throat, warning Murlock not to advance. Surprizingly, Murlock growled himself. ' I don't know what it is, but...a....a feeling deep inside of me wants her dead. Wants her to suffer for all the losses my people have faced.....' " At the hands of your barbarian tribes!" Not even realizing what he had just said, Murlock bared his fledgling fangs and lept at Sara's throat. Fortunatly, (?), the hulking creature managed to dodge his attack just in time. She gracefully rolled on the ground, little bits of moss, twigs and grass sticking to her fine hazel fur. Enraged, Sara attacked this time, knocking Murlock off his feet. That is how the fight continued for what seemed like hours. One attacks; either hits or misses; the other attacks; and is either successful or not. Although this may seem fairly boring, only the basic outline was the same. (Aren't all fights?) The moves, athletic and acrobatic abilitly of both humanoids was astounding to watch. Countless rolls, jumps, dodges, and strikes were so graceful that both seemed to be locked in a flowing, violent ballet. Finally, Sara got the upper hand. Using all of her hunting and killing skills, she swept a large clawed leg under Murlock, knocking him off his feet. Then, while still in the air, the vengeful werewolf grabbed his left leg, threw him even higher into the air, and finally finished with a large, talon-trimmed hand holding the helpless vampire up against a tree. Murlock's gorgeous azure-coloured skin slowly gained an unhealthy bluish tinge to it because her hand was covering his mouth. " S-Sara......" he choked. The dimly lit atmosphere seemed to go even darker; he was losing air fast.
" Gotta....do....some.....thing......" Suddenly, the ever-present secret weapon arose: the adrenaline rush. The body's natural protection in dangerous situations. This special chemical, formed in the brain, brings forth the ultimatum: fight or flee. Guess which one he chose.
Meanwhile, Bindi was freaking out. " Oh no! Oh no! My poor Merlie!! Are you okay?! Knock that bitches' block off!" Tony scowled at the snail-like time shifter, then realized that doing so hurt his already injured nose. Pterri, who was helping Get-A-Long tend to Tony, raised his eyes from the young boys' broken arm.
" C'mon, Bindi," he lectured. " Have a bit of faith in Murlock. He's doing surprizingly well, considering....well....his past stunts." Bindi heaved a sigh.
" Well...I-I guess you're right....." Of course, deep in the recesses of her sick little mind....' YEAH! YEAH! THE GOODMAN BITCH IS A FREAK! THIS IS YOUR CHANCE, GIRLFRIEND!!' The pink time shifter snickered.
" What's so funny?"
" Can it, bird boy."
" Uh, I'm not a bird, I'm a pteridactyl."
" Who the hell cares?"
"......" Bindi then promptly ignored the dumbass dinosaur, and turned her attention back to the fight.
" Go Merlie!!"
Back at the fight scene, Murlock heard his friends' shout of encouragement. ' I've....gotta do it....' he thought, the last desperate thought to run through his mind. ' For Bindi...a-and Flint....and.....Sara......' Mustering up all the strength he had, Murlock used a very ancient, yet effective technique - biting. Within the soft flesh of her hand, Murlock sunk his vampire fangs into it, causing Sara to jump back in surprize. The strange thing is....he wouldn't let go. With a strength he never knew he had, the young bishonen grappled onto her hand, oddly desperate for her blood. ' It's so sweet, and delicate....yet filled with the power of the werewolf....I must have more!' The larger werewolf began to grow confused and frightened; she had NO clue what was going on. Murlock's body rocked back and forth with his sucking motions, savouring every crimson drop he could get. Finally, she snapped out of her trance and yanked her paw away ferociously, snarling at Murlock while cradling her injured hand. Murlock sank to the ground on his hands and knees, breathing heavily. The cold night air stung his lungs, mouth and nose...the blood was so sweet, and warm....like nothing any man or god had ever had. The last reminiscance of her blood trickled down his face, and lightly stained his tunic. Everyone was silent; Flint, Tony and the time shifters, even Petra and the time bandits, all of them, their eyes all wide with shock. He didn't feel the slightest bit ashamed, just a little akward. He rose to his feet, and took in a full breath of crisp nighttime air. His senses were hyped; he could see, hear and smell every single thing in what seemed like a ten-mile radius. Sara's musty, yet, almost perfume-like scent was the strongest. The smell drove him wild - he needed more blood. A very different Murlock slowly advanced on the were-Sara, bloodlust dancing in his eyes like wildfire. The confused lycanthrope was obviously afraid. She slowly began to slink away, then rose to her feet, greatly widening her get-away strides. Suddenly, Murlock froze, his eyes wide in pain. He clutched his head, ruffling his neatly kept mauve hair. His breathing became more rapid; his entire body convulsing with every breath. All of a sudden, he was engulfed in a white light, like he was being given a power from the heavens themselves. The spectators all shielded their eyes to avoid going blind, but secretly wanted to watch the awe-inspiring spectacle. All was done and past. The dust settled, and a lone flock of ravens momentarily covered the round, pregnant moon. He rose, not making a single sound. Almost as if for emphasis, his deep vermillion cape fluttered about, dancing gracefully to the silent songs of the wind. His gaze met a frightened Sara's. Murlock seemed....taller, almost adult-like. Power and magical energies seemed to radiate off of him. His eyes...the window to the soul....were now a deeper red....and seemed to glow in the night, much like Sara's. Finally, he bared his fangs - now each one more than an inch long. Murlock hissed, and lunged for Sara.
Not a single soul dared to disturb the god-like fighters as they danced and moved to a violent and bloody melody that only they could hear. Noone paid any attention to how long the battle was taking; all were too interested in the epic of almost Shakespearian proportions. The war was long and gory; sores, gashes and wounds seemed to just appear on both of them as they fought. " You.....will.....DIE!" spat Murlock. Not far away, Petra Fina wore her familiar pout when she felt she was losing.
" Sara! Attack the vampire freak! No mercy! I'll kill you if he doesn't first! You better win!" Petra's constant babbling and idle threats were all that was necessary to break the concentration of the werewolf for less than two seconds. Sara's glace turned to the hollering Petra momentarily. Without any hesitation, Murlock lunged. After a bit of tangling and pinning, the vicious vampire had Sara in a physical position which put her at an incredible disadvantage. Murlock teasingly leaned down and whispered in her ear:
" Move one, single inch....and I can effortlessly snap your neck like a twig." The large beast's eyes widened in fear. She didn't want to be stuck like this forever. The young teen squeezed her eyes shut, the oncoming tears quickly soaked up by the fur that covered her face. Murlock's face was stone cold. Suddenly.....
' Murlock!' He blinked his eyes in confusion, and glanced around. " S-Sara.....? Is that you? I heard you're voice. Are you here?"
' Murlock!' He shut his eyes momentarily. As soon as his eyes were shut, what he saw shocked him.
' Sara? Is...that you?' Indeed, she was hard to recognize. Her usual casual cargos and yellow shirt were replaced by a flowing silver gown that hugged every curve of her body. Her long, magenta hair sparkled like a thousand suns. But mostly, was her large, pleading eyes.
' Murlock, please don't kill me! I can't help what I'm doing...' The rest of her sentence was cut off by her own sobs. Murlock blinked slowly.
' Sara....I....' She looked at him with an expectant expression. ' I'm....sorry...I am so, so sorry....Sara...can you ever forgive me?' The angelic Goodman smiled through her tears.
' Of course....'
Murlock opened his eyes to find that he still had a deathgrip on his former friend turned werewolf. Slowly, and hesitantly, he let go. " Sara.....did...you just....talk to me...?" The large wolf smiled slightly and nodded. His own eyes welled up with tears, the eerie glow leaving them. " Oh my God, Sara....I'm so sorry...." he cried, burying his face in her soft but bloody fur. Sara hesitantly draped an arm over her friend, in a feeble attempt to comfort him.
" Oh no you don't! It's mine! I've been huntin' all night for that son of a bitch!" He looked up from where he sat with his odd looking friend. BANG!!! Everyone gasped and froze. The both beautiful and ugly fabled were-Sara collapsed to the ground, her eyes wide with pain and shock. The voice whooped. " Hot damn! I'm gonna get at least four hundred gold for this demon here!" The hunter trotted out of the bushes. Tony was furious.
" Bunyan!!" Bunyan grinned triumphantly.
" Eh, you remember me, boy? I'm flattered!" Tony cursed.
" FLATTERED!?!? YOU JUST SHOT MY SISTER, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!" Bunyan looked confused.
" Wha..? You're sister's the werewolf? Well then, Mr. 'Time Detective'," he said threataningly. " That must mean your a demon too!" Tony gulped. Before he could even lift his rifle, a large paw swung over and knocked the fool-hardy hunter's head off like a ripe melon. His lifeless corpse fell to the ground with a sickening thud. Sara roared in pain and victory, falling back down to her knees. Tony and the others, including Flint, came rushing over.
" Sara...." her brother choked. " You saved me...even though you were hurt, you saved me...." The werewolf replied with a toothy grin which quickly turned into a snarl of discomfort. Both Murlock and Tony were crying freely now before the awesome sight they saw. Everyone watched as bones shifted, fangs and fur disappeared, and human flesh arose once more. Now on the ground lay a bloody, naked Sara Goodman, still struggling for every breath. Murlock tore off his cape and wrapped it around Sara's limp body. Meanwhile, Lupie-Kahn shed tears for his fallen therianthrope, and promptly turned back into the noble time shifter which he once was. Petra hissed, but wordlessly lept into the Catamaran with her two henchmen, and sped off into the gateway of time. Pterri flapped furiously over to the time cycle, and pecked on a few buttons until a video screen of a sleeping Bernard Goodman showed up.
" DOCTOR GOODMAN!!!"
" Waahhh!" *Thud*. " Uhh...Yes Pterri?"
" Sara's badly hurt! She's been shot! Have an ambulance and paramedics ready at the buerau!" Dr.
Goodman's face turned frighteningly serious when Pterri mentioned his injured niece.
" Okay! When will you arrive?" he asked, already sending an emergency message to the closest hospital.
" In about one minute!"
" Okay, they're on their way! Dr. Goodman out!" Back at the time buerau, Bernard sighed. " Hang in there, Sara."
Not giving a shit about Bunyan's corpse, Murlock gently and tenderly lifted Sara into his arms. She groaned, a good sign that she was at least conscious. " Sara!" he gasped. " You're awake...." She took in a ragged breath.
" Murlock..." she whispered. " Everyone....I....just wanted to say....that....I'm....sorry....." she finished her sentence just in time, for she stained Murlock's already crimson cape with a horrid amount of blood from her violent coughing. The young vampire tenderly hushed her.
" Shh, shh, shh shhh.......it's okay, Sara....don't talk...save your strength..." he whispered in return.
" M-Murlock......"
" Yes?"
" Thank you..........." Those were her last words before drifting off into the realm of unconsciousness.
" Uhhh........"
" Wha...? Hey guys! She's waking up!!"
" Wha.......?"
" Really?! Oh boy! Sa-ra's back! Sa-ra's back! We are all happy 'cause Sara's back!"
" Huh....?" A bright, smiling face fell over her.
" Hey, Sara! Glad to see you're awake!"
" Uuhhh.....Tony?" Her brother beamed with happiness knowing that his twin was finally okay.
" Hey! What about us?" Sara managed a weak smile.
" Hey....I could never forget about you and the others, Flint....." Flint Hammerhead, along with his father Rocky, Dr. Goodman, Pterri, Get-A-Long, and all the time shifters smiled in return. " What happened? What am I doing in a hospital?" Her uncle Bernie held up a hand.
" Allow me to explain," he began. " When you were shot, Flint, Tony and the others loaded you up onto the time cycle. They rode with you back home to the time buerau, where you were promptly whisked away to here, the hospital. You've been in a coma for three days." Dr. Goodman's miniature worker smiled brightly.
" Hey, don't forget about Murlock! He did a lot to help Sara!" Get-A-Long nodded in agreement.
" Yep! You owe him your life, Sara!" Sara gasped.
" Murlock! Where is he? I wanna speak to him!" Pterri frowned.
" Unfortunatly, when you were loaded onto the time cycle, Murlock just left with Bindi, saying he would catch up later on." Sara frowned as well, mimicking Pterri.
" That's too bad; I really wanted to thank him personally." Her twin brother grinned.
" Yeah, Sara," he winked. " 'Personally', wink wink..."
" Hey, not funny, Tony!"Dr. Goodman butted in between the two siblings' argument.
" Hey, hey, both of you settle down! You don't want to rip any of your stitches, would you Sara?" She shook her head no. " Tony, leave you sister alone. She's in a lot of pain right now." Tony grinned sheepishly.
" Well Sara, we're going to go back home. The time shifters are getting astsy. Do you need anything else?"
" No, Uncle Bernie."
" Okay, then. Take care!" Sara watched as they all filed out, watching the door to her room quietly shut. Taking in a deep breath, Sara Goodman fell asleep.
Sara's eyes fluttered open when she felt a blast of cold air hit her partly naked body. Pulling her hospital gown over her, she attempted to sit up and close the window, only to be met with a pang of pain and soreness. " Here, allow me." Sara became frightened.
" Who's there?" The voice was silent.
" Don't tell me you don't know who I am..?"
" Murlock!!" Sara, despite the pain, lept out of bed and straight into Murlock's waiting arms. " Oh Murlock....the others told me what you did for me. How can I ever thank you?" The young bishonen smiled mishcheviously.
" Maybe I can have that kiss you were going to give me when we went after Mosbee?" Sara gave an expression of mock insult.
" Murlock! You naughty boy!" He still waited. Sara smiled warmly. " I'd love to." The two souls that were destined to meet fell closer into eachother's arms. Sara looked deep into his gorgeous red eyes. She would have to do some thinking - now she knew what it was like to be different, a freak, a creature of the ledgends....a creature of the night. Now, this time.....
.....no tricks......
.....no promises.....
.....no interruptions......
.....no hypnotism....
.....just pure bliss as both pairs of lips met for the first, but definatly not the last, time in their young, exciting lives.
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*whew* Well, what did you think?!? Comments, critisism, anything! Please don't hesitate to reply! Also, say so if you want more stories. I'll try to fit 'em in!
Domo arigato!!
Ly the werewolf
AN: Well, ladies and lycanthropes, this is the last and final part of The Fabled Were-Sara. First of all, I'd like to say that I'm SO SORRY for this part being so late!! It's just that a lot of things have come up - school has started, my Dad is depressed, and my Grandma has just died. I hope you all understand.
And now, the part you've all been waiting for!!
The Fabled Were-Sara part 7
Flint, Tony, Bindi, Pterri and Get-A-Long continued to follow Murlock's still questionable directions. Tony frowned. ' What the hell does he think he's doing? How on Earth would HE know where Sara is? Why are we following HIM? Why not ME? Where are we going?' His mental line of questioning came to a halt when Bindi cleared her throat, eager for attention. The pink time shifter quietly floated up front to where her beloved Murlock led.
" Merlie, where are we going?" Instead of responding, Murlock continued on, ignoring her question. " Merlie, did you hear what I said?" Still no answer. Bindi became annoyed. " Are you even listening to me?" Nothing. " Do you even care that I'm here? That I'm alive? I have feelings too, Murlock! Feelings and needs! And you need to respect them more because--"
" Bindi, would you just SHUT UP?!?! I heard every fucking word that you said! I'm not deaf, y'know! If you feel that you're 'needs' aren't being met, go and live with Flint and the Goodmans at the Time Bearau, because I'm not gonna bust my ass for every, single, thing that you need! So just fucking LAY OFF!!!" Murlock screeched. The bishonen vampire glanced over to the band - sure enough, everyone was speechless, and much more afraid to say anything else that might aggrivate him. Murlock sighed, preparing for an apology. " Look, Bindi....I-I'm really sorry about that. If you could accept my apology--"
" Okay." She squeaked, her teal eyes wide with fear and shock. Pterri flapped in the middle of the gathering.
" Alright, everyone! Settle down! I can understand that this is a tough time for everyone, considering what's happened to Sara, and our so-far failed search for the time shifter. But what we don't need is you all taking it out on eachother! Tell 'em, Get-A-Long!" The tiny shifter vigorously nodded.
" No fighting!" She ordered. Tony sneered, whispering to himself.
" Why should we listen to you, ya flying blue avacado?" *SMACK* " Ow!"
" I heard that."
" Sorry." Flint spoke up for the first time.
" C'mon, everybody! Sara's close! I've got her scent!" Behind him, Rocky's eyes popped open.
" Good work, son! Now, stay focused! If you can smell her, that means she can probably smell you too." Everyone fell silent. Tony blinked, and rolled his eyes.
" Oh, thanks for the news, Mr. Hammerhead. Now I feel so much safer. " Before a horribly mismatched fight could break out, Murlock interveaned.
" Rocky's got a point, you know. If dear Sara has become what I think she has, then there's a good chance that she knows we're here right now. So, we've got to keep moving." The self-proclaimed 'Scooby Gang' continued on their way, not sure if their reunion with Sara Goodman is something to be either thankful or fearful for.
The forest at nighttime. Dark, scary, yet teeming with nocturnal life. A normally inpenetrable forest was no problem for Sara Goodman and her companion. (Or is it the other way around?) Bright yellow eyes made short work of the lack of sunlight. Besides, the full moon provided more than enough light. The pink-haired wolf girl was still unsure of where they were going and why. ' Lupie just said that he felt he was needed elsewhere, and told me to come along. Oh well...' " We're close, child. Look presentable to your alpha." Sara blinked dumbly, a very certain sign that she was changing not only physically, but mentally.
" Look presentable...? I don't even have half my original clothes...."
" Nevermind that, we're here!"
Petra Fina slowly drummed her fingers on the hood of the Catamaran, they're (very odd) time traveling vehicle. She sighed, her normally venomous features now eerily calm. Her two henchmen, or 'boys', Dino and Mite, sighed as well. Dino leaned over to his companion. " Hey Mite, check out the boss. It's not like her to be so calm." Mite nodded his head in agreement.
" I see what'chya mean. This full moon buisness must be gettin' to everyone!" While her goons chatted away, the green-haired villianess suddenly became aware of two pairs of bright, yellow eyes in the bushes in front of her.
" Hmm?" The lower pair slowly blinked, and stepped into the clearing. A small, if not miniature wolf emerged, and bowed, raising a paw.
" Greetings, alpha. I felt you needed us." Petra sighed again. " Is something the matter?" Petra waved Lupie off.
" No, no, I'm fine. " She arched an eyebrow. " Who's that with you?" Lupie bowed once again.
" Ahhh, allow me to introduce to you....your newest soldier." The time shifter motioned for her to step out of the darkness. Although very reluctant, a drastically changed Sara Goodman slunk out of the shadows on all fours. Petra's eyes widened with disbelief.
" Oh....my....God...." She shook her head to clear the mental cobwebs. " Oh my GOD!! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!! Boys!! Come over here!! Ya gotta see this!!" Dino and Mite followed en suite, laughing, pointing and mocking the emotionally scarred teen. " I don't believe this!! Not only is one of the little time brats a freak, she's under MY control!!! OOhhhh...I can't WAIT to try you out!!" Petra ended, poking Sara on the nose/snout. Lupie raised a polite paw.
" Permission to speak, alpha." The voloptuous villianess rolled her eyes.
" Shoot."
" I would refrain from using Sara as a weapon against the time detectives, Petra. She's not fully transformed yet. If you were to put her in a battle now with her current transformation, she would lose in a matter of minutes. That caveboy is no pushover." As if to emphasize his point, the little wolf rubbed his still-tender ribs. Petra seemed unamused.
" So........?" Lupie snarled.
" All I'm saying is that you can't use her!" Petra snarled in return.
" Well, can't you speed up the process?"
" I don't know! As far as I know, anything could come out of it! I'm not doing it!" Suddenly, loud voices, almost like battle cries, could be heard about 20 feet away. The bushes exploded in a shower of leaves, twigs and berries, revealing a very pissed off group of time detectives.
" Grrrr....give us back Sara, Petra Fina!! Or else!!" Flint threatened. Petra smirked.
" Or else what, cave brat?" Ignoring his empty threat, Petra turned back to Lupie and a frightened and confused Sara. " Lupie! I ORDER you to complete her transformation!" Lupie seemed uncertain.
" You know I can't do that! It could kill her for all we know!!" That was the last straw. Petra Fina pulled out her whip, eyes burning with anger.
" Is my Petra Stamp wearing off already? You will NEVER disobey my orders again!" She lept gracefully on top of the Catamaran, brandishing her whip. " You stupid beast! I'll make sure you do as I say! Lupie! Petra-Form to Lupie-Kahn!!" She continually struck the time shifter with her leather whip, leaving large gashes. She struck him about seven times before stopping. Petra gave poor Lupie a look that could kill him on the spot. " I know that only one strike is necessary, but those extra will teach you to always be loyal, and to never question your commands."Lupie began to convulse, his muscles going out of control. Soon, he was bathed in the all-too-familiar black, swirling light that accompanied a Petra-form. Where the wise, even cute time shifter once stood, was the large, humanoid wolf that they saw earlier. Saliva dripped in long streams from his mouth, full of sharp, lethal fangs as white as the full moon hanging in the sky above. Lupie-Kahn gave a triumphant roar, chilling even Petra Fina down to the marrow in their bones. The evil woman cracked the whip at Lupie-Kahn's clawed feet. " Okay, Lupie-Kahn! Complete the girl's transformation!" The seven-foot tall werewolf swiveled it's head towards Sara, who sat in the shadows, paralyzed with fear. Murlock cried in frustration and pleading.
" No! Leave her alone! Please, I'm begging you!" They all knew it was hopeless; they just needed someone to prove it. Sara curled up in a tight ball, and began to sob. ' This is the first time in my life that I've been truley afraid...' No one dared to say a word; even breath, when the enormous, hateful time shifter began to belt out long, soul-shattering howls. Sara listened the first time, but it became harder because all the sounds around her became too loud; even the soft breeze blowing sounded like standing beside a speaker at an airshow. The young teen began to whimper in pain, softly begging the wolf creature to stop. Instead, he continued to fill his massive lungs with air and keep howling. The sound was driving her mad.
" Please....please, Lupie....make it stop....." she pleaded, hot tears streaming down her face. Lupie snarled, roared, and howled even louder than before. " Lupie! Please! I-I'm begging you-o-o....." Sara's voice dissolved into sobs that wracked her whole body. She opened her eyes a bit to see that her slightly furry skin was moving and stretching right before her eyes. Sara unintentionally joined in the chorus, howling in pain. Flint, Tony, Murlock and the others could only watch in horror as their dear friend and Tony's only sibling howl, screech, and scream in pain. Her continuing screams of agony, and pleading to God forced Flint to cry softly. Tony, as well as Murlock, had hot tears staining their young, vibrant faces. Sara's once melodic voice became garbled, ragged and feral. Her once soft pink lips, the lips that Murlock yearned to feel, were curled up in a vicious snarl, as her face completely changed profile - her entire mouth/nose area had grown into a long snout/muzzle, covered with whiskers and fine, dark fur. The young human's head literally sank into her shoudlers, her neck growing longer and more muscular. Her soft bosom seemingly disappeared, as more fur rapidly covered her body. Everyone cringed at the continuing sounds of bones stretching, popping, and rearranging themselves. Sara's legs turned inwards, towards her chest, where her already developing tail grew longer and hairier. Lupie-Kahn continued his merciless song, keeping a close eye on his 'student's' transformation. It was nearly complete. Sara tore out of the last of her now-useless human clothing, her entire body covered in thick, coarse fur. Soft, pink highlights danced across her back like some odd scars she recieved long ago. Miraculously, the young teen was able to rise to her feet. Everyone got a good look at her. She now stood about four or five inches shorter than Lupie-Kahn himself. Her body was filled out - not fat, but 100% pure muscle. Longer arms dangled at her sides, each of her hands decorated with two-inch long claws that shone like pure silver in the moonlight. Her legs were that of a wolf or dog, meaning the lower leg (tibia/fibia) were now turned inward, but somehow, they managed to support her incredible mass despite their odd appearance. A long tail swished in anticipation behind her. She opened her eyes - previously a gorgeous aqua, now, a deep blood red. Sara Goodman sucked in a lungful of air, and sang her own song. One of lost loved ones, sadness, fury, and lonliness. She breathed heavily, waiting for an order from either one of her alphas. Petra gave the time detectives a wicked smirk.
" Well, here's your friend and sister! Hey, boy, whadarya gonna say when you go to school? ' Teacher, teacher, my dog ate my homework! I know I don't have a dog, but my twin sister works just as well!'" she said, doing a high-pitched imitation of Tony. Tony clenched his fists and teeth in fury, his whole body shaking. Yelling in rage, he blindly charged Petra. She lazily snapped her fingers, and, almost instantaniously, Dino and Mite appeared in front of her, both of them simoltainiously punching Tony right in the face. The unexpected attack sent him sprawling back to where he started. Flint ran to his fallen comerade.
" Tony! Tony! Are you alright?" he asked, his young face full of concern. The young Goodman looked up at a smiling Petra, his eyes quivering with hatred and unshed tears.
" Yeah, I'm fine," he brushed Flint off. " Just a little bruise." Murlock arched an eyebrow.
" Just a little bruise? Uh, I think your nose might be broken." Tony ignored his medical advice and stood up again on shaky legs. Tony's injury was then forgotten, for the time detectives now had bigger fish to fry. Wordlessly, Flint, with his granite father brandished high, charged towards the closest wolf; his being Sara. Murlock followed his example, charging an eager Lupie-Kahn, swinging his wand in offense. Tony Goodman was a bit disappointed that he wasn't 'qualified' enough to fight, but his logic told him to stay behind with Bindi, Get-A-Long and Pterri in case he was needed. Besides, he had already lost a fair amount of blood from his broken nose, causing him to feel rather light-headed. ' Oh well' he thought. ' As Monk said: " Only a fool fights when he knows he cannot win."'
An enraged Sara took the first offensive, swinging her new claws in a desperate attempt that they would kill at least something. Flint had the greater defense, considering Rocky made a great shield against her unforgiving appendages. Also, he was at least eight times smaller than her, so he clearly had the evasive advantage. The young caveboy skillfully dodged back and forth, swinging Rocky when he got the chance. Although Flint wouldn't win the Noble Prize for mathmatics or literature, he sure knew how to fight. Years of practice, not to mention the added experiance of living among monsterous sauropauds and huge carnivors. Seeing that this was going nowhere, Flint lept back, as did Sara, although with a bit more trouble. He got an idea. ' That's it! Sara's weakpoint is her dexterity! This body is still fairly new to her, so she has more trouble maneuvering!' Too bad she was a superior fighter. With one massive swat of her hand, she sent poor Flint flying into the trunk of a dying tree. The young boy screamed in pain; because the wood was so old and dry, large slivers dotted his bare arms and back. Sara snarled and charged defiantly. Tony saw what was going to happen, so, despite the desperate pleas of the miniatures, Tony dashed in front of the injured Flint. " Sara! No! Don't! It's me! Tony! Your brother!" The charging werewolf screeched to a halt, kicking up a whirlwind of dust. Tony was overjoyed; tears sparkled his eyes in happiness. " Oh...Sara....you....you remember...." Petra Fina, however, was fairly disappointed over this petty sentiment.
" Sara! Attack the brat! Now!" she screeched, cracking her whip on the ground. The teenage werewolf snapped out of her daze. She glared at Tony, who was now shaking like a leaf. Flint's eyes flickered open long enough to see an aggrivated Sara grab her own twin, and effortlessly toss him into a tree. Multiple curses and profanities seemed to trail behind him, as he fell through the levels of thick branches. He finally came to a halt when he crashed onto the ground, whimpering in pain at his now badly broken arm.
Meanwhile, Murlock was in a little tussle of his own. He quickly glanced over at Tony, who was being tended to by Pterri, Bindi and Get-A-Long. ' If she didn't hesitate to attack her own brother,' he thought. ' Than that's all the more reason to be extra careful--' " Yikes!!" His own mental lesson came just at the right time, considering he ducked his head to avoid having it popped off by a frustrated Lupie-Kahn. The young bishonen clenched his teeth in anger and frustration. " This is getting us nowhere!" he hissed. " We're obviously outmatched!" Finally: " FLINT!!" The young time detective heard his call, and groggily lept to his feet.
" Yeah Murlock?"
" I've got an idea. Get one of the time shifters to distract them, preferably Get-A-Long. We can double-team and take down the most imporant one: Lupie-Kahn. Sara's more important to us. " Flint smiled in approval.
" Sounds good to me! Hey! Get-A-Long!" She looked up from tending to a suffering Tony.
" Yeah, Flint?"
" We need you to use your Love Beam! Can ya do that?" Get-A-Long happily obliged.
" Sure!" She flapped her tiny feathered wings over to the pair of killers. Swallowing a lump in her throat, she defiantly shouted out: " Get-A-Long.....LOVE BEAM!!" A large, shimmering heart fell upon the heads of the two werewolves, sending multi-coloured sparkles dancing in the night sky. Since love wasn't their field of experties, the pair of lycanthropes just sat their, a dumb and vacant look on their faces. Murlock readied his wand.
" You ready?" Flint nodded, his face beaming with determanation.
" You bet!" The odd couple raced towards a stupified Lupie-Kahn, both of their respective weapons poised for attack.
" HIIIIYYYYAAAA!!!" A loud, if not disgusting crunch was heard, as both wooden wand and 400+ pound granite hammer struck the unsuspecting time shifter - right between the eyes. The poor creature went flying back quite a few feet, skidding to a halt in the ground right at the foot of the Catamaran. Petra was livid.
" You stupid fucking brats! How dare you do this to my poor Lupie-Kahn!" The realization then dawned on her. " But....heh heh heh....I still have.....SARA!! ATTACK!!" A quick flash of red could be seen in the eyes of their former friend; the werewolf was back. And very pissed off.
" ATTACK!!" was the first word that she heard when she was awoken from her stupor. Before anyone could even take a breath, Sara was on her feet, and proceeded to attack an unsuspecting Flint. One swift kick in the ribs ensured that he wouldn't be getting up anytime soon. The young caveboy crashed into another tree, a thin trickle of blood running out of his nostrils and mouth.
" S-Sara.....why...? Why are you....doing this.....?" he choked, tears forming at the corners of his big brown eyes.
" Son! Ya gotta be strong! Rock hard! She doesn't know what she's doing! You gotta help her!" Rocky called out, being that he landed about six feet away. Flint stood up.
" Grrr....You're right, Dad! I gotta....help.....Sara....." Unfortunatly, the meal he ate at the town before obviously didn't suffice for his voracious appetite. The poor child promptly collapsed. Murlock sweatdropped.
"Awww man....."
A drastically changed Sara Goodman and the gentleman vampire Murlock Holmes both circled eachother, slowly, and suspensfully. Every living thing, even Petra Fina herself, didn't dare do anything that might break either one of their concentration. Sara growled; a deep, warning that quietly bubbled from her throat, warning Murlock not to advance. Surprizingly, Murlock growled himself. ' I don't know what it is, but...a....a feeling deep inside of me wants her dead. Wants her to suffer for all the losses my people have faced.....' " At the hands of your barbarian tribes!" Not even realizing what he had just said, Murlock bared his fledgling fangs and lept at Sara's throat. Fortunatly, (?), the hulking creature managed to dodge his attack just in time. She gracefully rolled on the ground, little bits of moss, twigs and grass sticking to her fine hazel fur. Enraged, Sara attacked this time, knocking Murlock off his feet. That is how the fight continued for what seemed like hours. One attacks; either hits or misses; the other attacks; and is either successful or not. Although this may seem fairly boring, only the basic outline was the same. (Aren't all fights?) The moves, athletic and acrobatic abilitly of both humanoids was astounding to watch. Countless rolls, jumps, dodges, and strikes were so graceful that both seemed to be locked in a flowing, violent ballet. Finally, Sara got the upper hand. Using all of her hunting and killing skills, she swept a large clawed leg under Murlock, knocking him off his feet. Then, while still in the air, the vengeful werewolf grabbed his left leg, threw him even higher into the air, and finally finished with a large, talon-trimmed hand holding the helpless vampire up against a tree. Murlock's gorgeous azure-coloured skin slowly gained an unhealthy bluish tinge to it because her hand was covering his mouth. " S-Sara......" he choked. The dimly lit atmosphere seemed to go even darker; he was losing air fast.
" Gotta....do....some.....thing......" Suddenly, the ever-present secret weapon arose: the adrenaline rush. The body's natural protection in dangerous situations. This special chemical, formed in the brain, brings forth the ultimatum: fight or flee. Guess which one he chose.
Meanwhile, Bindi was freaking out. " Oh no! Oh no! My poor Merlie!! Are you okay?! Knock that bitches' block off!" Tony scowled at the snail-like time shifter, then realized that doing so hurt his already injured nose. Pterri, who was helping Get-A-Long tend to Tony, raised his eyes from the young boys' broken arm.
" C'mon, Bindi," he lectured. " Have a bit of faith in Murlock. He's doing surprizingly well, considering....well....his past stunts." Bindi heaved a sigh.
" Well...I-I guess you're right....." Of course, deep in the recesses of her sick little mind....' YEAH! YEAH! THE GOODMAN BITCH IS A FREAK! THIS IS YOUR CHANCE, GIRLFRIEND!!' The pink time shifter snickered.
" What's so funny?"
" Can it, bird boy."
" Uh, I'm not a bird, I'm a pteridactyl."
" Who the hell cares?"
"......" Bindi then promptly ignored the dumbass dinosaur, and turned her attention back to the fight.
" Go Merlie!!"
Back at the fight scene, Murlock heard his friends' shout of encouragement. ' I've....gotta do it....' he thought, the last desperate thought to run through his mind. ' For Bindi...a-and Flint....and.....Sara......' Mustering up all the strength he had, Murlock used a very ancient, yet effective technique - biting. Within the soft flesh of her hand, Murlock sunk his vampire fangs into it, causing Sara to jump back in surprize. The strange thing is....he wouldn't let go. With a strength he never knew he had, the young bishonen grappled onto her hand, oddly desperate for her blood. ' It's so sweet, and delicate....yet filled with the power of the werewolf....I must have more!' The larger werewolf began to grow confused and frightened; she had NO clue what was going on. Murlock's body rocked back and forth with his sucking motions, savouring every crimson drop he could get. Finally, she snapped out of her trance and yanked her paw away ferociously, snarling at Murlock while cradling her injured hand. Murlock sank to the ground on his hands and knees, breathing heavily. The cold night air stung his lungs, mouth and nose...the blood was so sweet, and warm....like nothing any man or god had ever had. The last reminiscance of her blood trickled down his face, and lightly stained his tunic. Everyone was silent; Flint, Tony and the time shifters, even Petra and the time bandits, all of them, their eyes all wide with shock. He didn't feel the slightest bit ashamed, just a little akward. He rose to his feet, and took in a full breath of crisp nighttime air. His senses were hyped; he could see, hear and smell every single thing in what seemed like a ten-mile radius. Sara's musty, yet, almost perfume-like scent was the strongest. The smell drove him wild - he needed more blood. A very different Murlock slowly advanced on the were-Sara, bloodlust dancing in his eyes like wildfire. The confused lycanthrope was obviously afraid. She slowly began to slink away, then rose to her feet, greatly widening her get-away strides. Suddenly, Murlock froze, his eyes wide in pain. He clutched his head, ruffling his neatly kept mauve hair. His breathing became more rapid; his entire body convulsing with every breath. All of a sudden, he was engulfed in a white light, like he was being given a power from the heavens themselves. The spectators all shielded their eyes to avoid going blind, but secretly wanted to watch the awe-inspiring spectacle. All was done and past. The dust settled, and a lone flock of ravens momentarily covered the round, pregnant moon. He rose, not making a single sound. Almost as if for emphasis, his deep vermillion cape fluttered about, dancing gracefully to the silent songs of the wind. His gaze met a frightened Sara's. Murlock seemed....taller, almost adult-like. Power and magical energies seemed to radiate off of him. His eyes...the window to the soul....were now a deeper red....and seemed to glow in the night, much like Sara's. Finally, he bared his fangs - now each one more than an inch long. Murlock hissed, and lunged for Sara.
Not a single soul dared to disturb the god-like fighters as they danced and moved to a violent and bloody melody that only they could hear. Noone paid any attention to how long the battle was taking; all were too interested in the epic of almost Shakespearian proportions. The war was long and gory; sores, gashes and wounds seemed to just appear on both of them as they fought. " You.....will.....DIE!" spat Murlock. Not far away, Petra Fina wore her familiar pout when she felt she was losing.
" Sara! Attack the vampire freak! No mercy! I'll kill you if he doesn't first! You better win!" Petra's constant babbling and idle threats were all that was necessary to break the concentration of the werewolf for less than two seconds. Sara's glace turned to the hollering Petra momentarily. Without any hesitation, Murlock lunged. After a bit of tangling and pinning, the vicious vampire had Sara in a physical position which put her at an incredible disadvantage. Murlock teasingly leaned down and whispered in her ear:
" Move one, single inch....and I can effortlessly snap your neck like a twig." The large beast's eyes widened in fear. She didn't want to be stuck like this forever. The young teen squeezed her eyes shut, the oncoming tears quickly soaked up by the fur that covered her face. Murlock's face was stone cold. Suddenly.....
' Murlock!' He blinked his eyes in confusion, and glanced around. " S-Sara.....? Is that you? I heard you're voice. Are you here?"
' Murlock!' He shut his eyes momentarily. As soon as his eyes were shut, what he saw shocked him.
' Sara? Is...that you?' Indeed, she was hard to recognize. Her usual casual cargos and yellow shirt were replaced by a flowing silver gown that hugged every curve of her body. Her long, magenta hair sparkled like a thousand suns. But mostly, was her large, pleading eyes.
' Murlock, please don't kill me! I can't help what I'm doing...' The rest of her sentence was cut off by her own sobs. Murlock blinked slowly.
' Sara....I....' She looked at him with an expectant expression. ' I'm....sorry...I am so, so sorry....Sara...can you ever forgive me?' The angelic Goodman smiled through her tears.
' Of course....'
Murlock opened his eyes to find that he still had a deathgrip on his former friend turned werewolf. Slowly, and hesitantly, he let go. " Sara.....did...you just....talk to me...?" The large wolf smiled slightly and nodded. His own eyes welled up with tears, the eerie glow leaving them. " Oh my God, Sara....I'm so sorry...." he cried, burying his face in her soft but bloody fur. Sara hesitantly draped an arm over her friend, in a feeble attempt to comfort him.
" Oh no you don't! It's mine! I've been huntin' all night for that son of a bitch!" He looked up from where he sat with his odd looking friend. BANG!!! Everyone gasped and froze. The both beautiful and ugly fabled were-Sara collapsed to the ground, her eyes wide with pain and shock. The voice whooped. " Hot damn! I'm gonna get at least four hundred gold for this demon here!" The hunter trotted out of the bushes. Tony was furious.
" Bunyan!!" Bunyan grinned triumphantly.
" Eh, you remember me, boy? I'm flattered!" Tony cursed.
" FLATTERED!?!? YOU JUST SHOT MY SISTER, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!" Bunyan looked confused.
" Wha..? You're sister's the werewolf? Well then, Mr. 'Time Detective'," he said threataningly. " That must mean your a demon too!" Tony gulped. Before he could even lift his rifle, a large paw swung over and knocked the fool-hardy hunter's head off like a ripe melon. His lifeless corpse fell to the ground with a sickening thud. Sara roared in pain and victory, falling back down to her knees. Tony and the others, including Flint, came rushing over.
" Sara...." her brother choked. " You saved me...even though you were hurt, you saved me...." The werewolf replied with a toothy grin which quickly turned into a snarl of discomfort. Both Murlock and Tony were crying freely now before the awesome sight they saw. Everyone watched as bones shifted, fangs and fur disappeared, and human flesh arose once more. Now on the ground lay a bloody, naked Sara Goodman, still struggling for every breath. Murlock tore off his cape and wrapped it around Sara's limp body. Meanwhile, Lupie-Kahn shed tears for his fallen therianthrope, and promptly turned back into the noble time shifter which he once was. Petra hissed, but wordlessly lept into the Catamaran with her two henchmen, and sped off into the gateway of time. Pterri flapped furiously over to the time cycle, and pecked on a few buttons until a video screen of a sleeping Bernard Goodman showed up.
" DOCTOR GOODMAN!!!"
" Waahhh!" *Thud*. " Uhh...Yes Pterri?"
" Sara's badly hurt! She's been shot! Have an ambulance and paramedics ready at the buerau!" Dr.
Goodman's face turned frighteningly serious when Pterri mentioned his injured niece.
" Okay! When will you arrive?" he asked, already sending an emergency message to the closest hospital.
" In about one minute!"
" Okay, they're on their way! Dr. Goodman out!" Back at the time buerau, Bernard sighed. " Hang in there, Sara."
Not giving a shit about Bunyan's corpse, Murlock gently and tenderly lifted Sara into his arms. She groaned, a good sign that she was at least conscious. " Sara!" he gasped. " You're awake...." She took in a ragged breath.
" Murlock..." she whispered. " Everyone....I....just wanted to say....that....I'm....sorry....." she finished her sentence just in time, for she stained Murlock's already crimson cape with a horrid amount of blood from her violent coughing. The young vampire tenderly hushed her.
" Shh, shh, shh shhh.......it's okay, Sara....don't talk...save your strength..." he whispered in return.
" M-Murlock......"
" Yes?"
" Thank you..........." Those were her last words before drifting off into the realm of unconsciousness.
" Uhhh........"
" Wha...? Hey guys! She's waking up!!"
" Wha.......?"
" Really?! Oh boy! Sa-ra's back! Sa-ra's back! We are all happy 'cause Sara's back!"
" Huh....?" A bright, smiling face fell over her.
" Hey, Sara! Glad to see you're awake!"
" Uuhhh.....Tony?" Her brother beamed with happiness knowing that his twin was finally okay.
" Hey! What about us?" Sara managed a weak smile.
" Hey....I could never forget about you and the others, Flint....." Flint Hammerhead, along with his father Rocky, Dr. Goodman, Pterri, Get-A-Long, and all the time shifters smiled in return. " What happened? What am I doing in a hospital?" Her uncle Bernie held up a hand.
" Allow me to explain," he began. " When you were shot, Flint, Tony and the others loaded you up onto the time cycle. They rode with you back home to the time buerau, where you were promptly whisked away to here, the hospital. You've been in a coma for three days." Dr. Goodman's miniature worker smiled brightly.
" Hey, don't forget about Murlock! He did a lot to help Sara!" Get-A-Long nodded in agreement.
" Yep! You owe him your life, Sara!" Sara gasped.
" Murlock! Where is he? I wanna speak to him!" Pterri frowned.
" Unfortunatly, when you were loaded onto the time cycle, Murlock just left with Bindi, saying he would catch up later on." Sara frowned as well, mimicking Pterri.
" That's too bad; I really wanted to thank him personally." Her twin brother grinned.
" Yeah, Sara," he winked. " 'Personally', wink wink..."
" Hey, not funny, Tony!"Dr. Goodman butted in between the two siblings' argument.
" Hey, hey, both of you settle down! You don't want to rip any of your stitches, would you Sara?" She shook her head no. " Tony, leave you sister alone. She's in a lot of pain right now." Tony grinned sheepishly.
" Well Sara, we're going to go back home. The time shifters are getting astsy. Do you need anything else?"
" No, Uncle Bernie."
" Okay, then. Take care!" Sara watched as they all filed out, watching the door to her room quietly shut. Taking in a deep breath, Sara Goodman fell asleep.
Sara's eyes fluttered open when she felt a blast of cold air hit her partly naked body. Pulling her hospital gown over her, she attempted to sit up and close the window, only to be met with a pang of pain and soreness. " Here, allow me." Sara became frightened.
" Who's there?" The voice was silent.
" Don't tell me you don't know who I am..?"
" Murlock!!" Sara, despite the pain, lept out of bed and straight into Murlock's waiting arms. " Oh Murlock....the others told me what you did for me. How can I ever thank you?" The young bishonen smiled mishcheviously.
" Maybe I can have that kiss you were going to give me when we went after Mosbee?" Sara gave an expression of mock insult.
" Murlock! You naughty boy!" He still waited. Sara smiled warmly. " I'd love to." The two souls that were destined to meet fell closer into eachother's arms. Sara looked deep into his gorgeous red eyes. She would have to do some thinking - now she knew what it was like to be different, a freak, a creature of the ledgends....a creature of the night. Now, this time.....
.....no tricks......
.....no promises.....
.....no interruptions......
.....no hypnotism....
.....just pure bliss as both pairs of lips met for the first, but definatly not the last, time in their young, exciting lives.
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*whew* Well, what did you think?!? Comments, critisism, anything! Please don't hesitate to reply! Also, say so if you want more stories. I'll try to fit 'em in!
Domo arigato!!
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