HOLY FREAKING CRAP! OVER 20,000 WORDS! AND AT LEAST 51 PAGES! WOOOOT! Thus the addition of this chapter now concludes the fact that I have made it into the double digits of CHAPTER NUMBERING! SO HERE IS CHAPPIE NUMBAAAAA...*drum roll PLEASE!* ... NUMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA TEEEEEN! (10 WOOOOT!)

So anyway, I don't own DragonHeart, only Becca and the storyline twists that don't happen in the movie. Uuh... for those who can't take gore... this next chapter is a little gory so yah...

Hope it's good! Enjoy Chappie Ten!

Chapter Ten: Frenzy

Sitting in the corner of her room, Becca stared at the floor with a blank expression on her face. Looking at the floor in anger as her thoughts flew around her head, turmoil threatened to overtake her as she weighed the two things on her mind. Einon wanted her to kill Bowen, in order to win her freedom.

Freaking bastard… she kicked a metal bowl across the room, bending it. She growled at the bowl. Hearing loud noises from outside she looked up, it was near sunset and she guessed that the servants were getting ready for the evening feast. Becca had put everything back in front of the door. She sat in the farthest corner, hugging her knees with her head in her arms. Why was he bartering her freedom with a task like that? He knew she would never kill the knight, he was her friend! What the hell is his problem? Does he actually think that I'll go and kill Bowen? And even if I said I would I could easily just run away as soon as I'm let go… so why?

She hugged herself tighter and pressed into the wall, shivering die to the chill of the stone. Becca was confused and felt strangely restless. Glancing at the window once again, she felt a sudden rush of energy as she saw the moon, it was a giant round orb hanging in the sky overhead. It had finally risen to shine through her small window. Her eyes became a bright yellow and widened insanely. She knew what was happening, the full moon was taking over her body, usually she wouldn't loose her mind. Yet this time the moon's power was taking advantage of her confusion and anger. She felt her mind slowly slipping, as if she was watching herself, she saw her body begin to change.

Instead of becoming a normally very large wolf, Becca became a more human-like wolf. Her legs became long and bent, and very furry, her tail was shorter but still fluffy, her hair became ears and her face lengthened into a wolfish muzzle, though still retaining some human likeness. She felt her claws becoming more pronounced and sharp, she was becoming a proper werewolf although 'proper' wouldn't be the most ideal word to be using for a werewolf.

She walked across the stone floor, her long back claws clicked on the cold floor as she made her way to the door. This one time she wasn't thinking straight, she would have gone out the window, broken through the hard stone and taken the shortest route. Yet her hatred for the king had overtaken her usually logical mind, driven her crazy with a need to make him hurt. She bared her long teeth and glared at the door, a small drop of saliva dripped from her jaws as she gave a massive heave and shattered the door into tiny splinters. The guards outside jumped in surprise as the creature came crashing into the hall.

Some of them turned and fled, screaming madly. Others stayed and held out their swords and spears at her, she easily knocked them aside and ran at full tilt down the corridors. She had her target in mind, and nothing would stand in her way. She reached Einon's door (which had been repaired after her previous visit to his chambers) and burst into the room, startling the king. Einon looked up to see the massive creature in the doorway.

Becca watched as she approached him, her white teeth glinting, her yellow eyes glowing with her full-moon frenzy. Standing on two paws, she came up to her full height over at least six or seven feet, her tail swishing back and forth angrily. Becca's fur bristled and made her look even bigger.

"GUARDS!" Screamed Einon, the men came running. She heard them, but they were far enough from them that Becca could torment the king as he had tormented her.

"Had enough of a fright have we?" she said, using her mind link to speak. The king looked around frantically. Becca growled with satisfaction at his facial expression, she stepped forward and gnashed her teeth.

A sudden clang came to her ears and she glanced around, in time to have a huge claymore stick in her side. Letting out a cry of pain, she wheeled about and saw a guard stepping back from her in shock. She couldn't die, so all that did was piss her off.

"Stab me will you?" she barked, the others in the room all had startled looks on their faces. She snarled angrily and lashed at them, her claws tearing through flesh and bone, blood splashing the floor.

Pouncing on the nearest soldier, she cracked his neck and crushed his skull with her back claws. She leapt over to two more and slashed at their throats, blood stained her fur as she jumped on another and squashed him with her weight. She killed another that tried to cut her hind paw by throwing him against the wall, a sickening crack resounded as his body collided with the stone. Becca felt the heavy, metallic taste of blood in her mouth. Opening her mouth she panted crazily, blood mixed with saliva as it dripped from her jaws, her teeth and muzzle stained with the red liquid.

She stepped from the carnage, blood pooling around her massive paws. A rumble like thunder escaped her as she licked her muzzle with her long pink tongue. The yellow eyes were wide and wild, the full moon giving her every ounce of her power. Becca glared at Einon, the look on his face left her with a feeling of accomplishment and yet, guilt.

Becca hear clanking coming from down the hall, more soldiers. She gave a huff of indignation and threw a poisonous look at the king. "You're lucky this time… big-nosed jerkface…" she said through the mind-link. Becca whipped around and shot into the corridor, now running on all fours and following the scent of fresh air coming from a window.

Finding the window, (it was somewhere on the other side of the castle) she made a dash for it. A small crowd of soldiers chasing after her, if some came out in front of her from other directions, all she would do is cut them down or trample them. Her full moon frenzy was beginning to wear off, and she wanted to be in the open air and not in this stuffy castle anymore. She saw the window ahead and went sailing through it, her tail streaming out like a banner. She landed in the courtyard, more high stone walls surrounded her and soldiers began to make their way to the yard. If she didn't get out now, she would be stuck there and captured before she could even get away.

She scrambled up the wall nearest to her, using her back legs and claws to gain traction in the wall. She pulled herself up and right into the face of an archer guard. SHIT… she thought furiously as the archer shrieked and aimed at her. Becca grabbed his head in her mouth, yes his whole head, and threw him down into the courtyard. He fell with a smack on the ground and a short scream, Becca looked back up at the castle and saw Einon in his window, giving her what looked like a death glare. Becca only cocked her head, then howled one short, blood chilling howl and then disappeared over the other side of the wall and into the forest.

Morning came bright and early for Becca. She woke up in a soft patch of clovers with a bee tickling her ears. She was no longer a full werewolf anymore, just an abnormally large wolf (about the size of a horse). Her limbs were sore and tired and she felt like she hadn't eaten in weeks. Becca still had dried blood all over herself, but she was too tired to care, she had to find the others. She didn't want to be alone.

For the first time in a while she thought of her family, of how they were at home. Did they miss her? Or did they even know she was gone? Maybe it was like Narnia and she would fall out of this place and time in her world wouldn't have moved for more than a second. She felt her heart lurch when thinking of home, it hurt too much to think about it so she shook her head tiredly. Becca walked off through thick fields of wheat, trying to keep herself from thinking of home and from totally collapsing.

Hunger and exhaustion began to take their toll on her, Becca's sight began to blur and her stride became wobbly and she collided with several objects. One was a large boulder placed in her path by who knows what force of fate. The second happened to be a very large male moose, which didn't take too kindly to being head-butted by a huge wolf. Another was a particularly hard wood fence, which made her even more turned around and confused.

Becca came out onto a large grassy field, the sun was just setting over the countryside, and she felt the cool shadow of the hill on her as she went down it. A village lay at the bottom, it was the last one she and the others had been to before they had accidentally left her behind.

Her now worn out ears pricked up slowly as she heard sounds from the village. Were people afraid of her? Well no wonder… a giant wolf walking aimlessly toward them out of nowhere would be a source for alarm. Yet Becca pressed onward. Down the decline she staggered, she could smell water and instantly felt thirst gripping her starved body. Her tongue felt as soft as sand paper and her body as light as lead, her shoulders were heavy and her eyes were closing as if someone had replaced the lids with rough paper. Suddenly a louder voice cried out and she looked up to see a dark figure with long blonde hair running out of the village towards her. Becca finally knew her limits had been met, and her legs collapsed underneath her and she fell to the ground. Blackness enfolded her and she could hear someone, multiple people, calling her and then nothing.

Something cold was pressed to her side and Becca felt another cold thing on her head. She gave a gruff snort and opened her sleepy yellow eyes, she was in a room. The room was in a cabin made of logs with a straw roof overhead, there was a skin-flap over the door and it let in a cool breeze from outside. Judging by the light from outside, it was early morning. She was lying on a cot made of cloth and hay.

Becca looked at herself, she was back in her normal human form (whether or not wolf-form was normal or human-form, she didn't even know herself) and there were several cold cloths over her side wound and on her head. Taking them off, she looked around the cabin and realized that no one was there, but she heard a great deal of noise outside and thought; why this early?

Bringing her hands around to the back of her head and stretching, Becca got off the small cot. She fixed her tunic and her boots, then lifted the skin-curtain over the door and stepped out into the crisp morning air.

Walking straight for a small pond and sitting on the arching bridge that went over it, Becca looked at the murky water. She wouldn't drink it, not in a million years. She stared at the reflection of herself in the water, and the reflection of the sky above her. It was almost exactly like a mirror, only it wavered and had a funny color too it. Becca didn't know what to think exactly, she knew that someone had rescued her from that field, and that someone was here now. She had a feeling, but it was only a feeling.

"You're awake," came a voice from behind her. Turning around, Becca saw Bowen standing on the other side of the bridge. She gave him a shrug and continued to stare at the water, a kind of withdrawn expression on her face.

"I'm guessing you're angry with us for leaving you?" he said while he walked over to where she was sitting. Becca swung her legs back and forth over the side of the wooden bridge, saying nothing. The knight scratched his head and seemed at a loss for words.

"I don't think that 'angry' is the right word to be using," said the werewolf who didn't take her eyes off the water. Unless she was just looking everywhere but at him.

Bowen sighed, "Then what word would you use?" he questioned.

Becca shook herself, acting like a dog when it's wet. She but a hand to her chin and leant on her knee, "Well, I think that 'furious' might be a good choice, or maybe 'utterly confused' hey that's two," the sarcasm was heavy in her voice. Bowen couldn't help but feel a stab of guilt, but it had been an accident.

"Look Becca—" he began, but she put up a hand to stop him in mid-speech.

She gave him a look, "Yeah, yeah, before you get all creepily mushy about how you didn't mean to leave me there, it's cool," she said, Becca noticed his face was confused. "I mean that it's fine, don't worry about it. It's all in the past and there's no reason to fret over it now,"

"Wise words for one so young," he complimented.

"Are you really sure you know how old I am?" she grinned mischievously, "I'm a freaking werewolf you dang wombat, for all you know I could be three hundred years old!" she laughed.

"And for all I know you could be far younger than you appear," he retorted, mimicking her smile.

Becca laughed, "FOO YOU!" then she shoved him into the murky pond.

LOL humorous ending! 8D Oh and if you're wondering what Becca's "FOO YOU!" thing was, it's just something she says a LOT when she's joking around.

Well, I'm most proud of myself for getting this far... And thanks to those who R&R! I GIVE YOU ALL HUGS AND A COOKIE! 8D