Shaggy remained in his room until well after dark. He refused to come down for dinner and instead said he was going to sleep. Addison knew better than Googie or Crystal she knew that sleep, where Shaggy was concerned, was not a need. She knew something was amiss but she chose not to bother him about it so, she went to bed with hopes that tomorrow would be better.

Once all three girls had gone to bed, Shaggy stealthily slipped out of the house in order to clear his head. He still couldn't get over what he had almost done. He wasn't okay with that. Why? Why couldn't he control himself? Vincent said it was due to outside forces but still. He was not okay with it. Not at all. He was so angry with himself. He didn't want to hurt anyone but especially Addison. Addison was his friend. She was far nicer to him than Googie who was distant and treated him like a small child that needed the constant supervision of a parent. Which is why he was so upset. He didn't want to be considered dangerous. He didn't want Googie to think she was right.

He wandered aimlessly through the streets. He had no real destination in mind. Then he smelt it. Blood. All at once his senses and instincts kicked into overdrive. He hastily followed the scent to a small butcher shop. He entered quickly and saw the butcher passing a large package to a hooded figure. The figure paid and turned to leave. Shaggy saw enough of his face to realize that this was no human. It was in fact, a werewolf.

"Can I help you, son?", the Butcher asked amiably.

"Th-that guy! H-he w-w-was...!"

"Ssssshhhhhhhh! Take it easy, kid!", he tells him quickly. "I help them out. None of them really want to hurt anyone. Sure, there are a FEW bad apples, but most just want to live in peace. So I sell them meat, organs, whatever they need. I'm one of a very few outside of New Salem or any of the strictly monster communities willing to help them. But the times are changing; slowly but they are. Places like new Salem are making it possible."

New Salem was all the way on the other coast but Shaggy had heard of it. A monster community. Then Shaggy thought of something.

"Like, could you help me then?" Shaggy questioned nervously.

"What do you need?"

"Blood,"

"Vampire?", he guessed. Shaggy nodded. "And you're afraid you'll hurt people Okay, no problem. I'll give you a good price too. I have all kinds, except human of course, but my other vampire customers tell me that pig's blood tastes the closest and satisfies them best."

"Thank you"

"No problem,"

…...

When Shaggy stepped out of his room he listened. Addison was at the table again. He could hear her typing away at the table as usual. Today would be better. He wasn't absolutely hungry. Or hungry at all. So, maybe this would help him resist those awful thoughts. Oh, he hoped.