"Listen, Warren." Brittany said, to the redhead at school, the next day, as they were walking down the hall, together. "All I'm saying is that it's a little unnerving when you have your spoon 'rape' my lunch tray everyday."

Warren was probably her second best guy friend, Preston being her first, even though he was her best friend's boyfriend. And it wasn't everyday that he had his spoon "rape" her lunchtray, just when they had pizza day in their pro-time. Which happened about once a month, and since today was the second to last day of school.

"Oh, you know you like it." Warren smirked.

Brittany rolled her eyes at him. "Whatever."

"Okay, fine." Warren sighed, "But you have to admit that it was funny."

"Rape is never funny."

"So emotional." his voice had a tsk-tsk sound to it. "Don't you ever take a break from being so serious?"

Brittany smiled and shook her head. "Nope, if I did, the world would decend into chaos."

"Won't argue with you there." he laughed.

Warrren was all the way dirty minded. To the point that, just hanging out with him for a few minutes made you dirty minded, too. And let me tell you, you know you have a dirty mind when you can see the pervertedness in mashed potatoes. Though, they thought it was because of the fact that he accidentally watched porn when he was three.

They stopped as they reached her locker. Brittany turned around to smile at him. "You won't argue with me, at all, because you know I'll always win."

Warren sighed, and waved. "Whatever. Gotta get off to class, see ya'!"

Brittany laughed, and turned back to her locker. But, just as she was about to open it, a hand came out and held it shut. She turned around, eyebrow raised, to come face to face with brown eyes. She sighed.

"What, Devon?" she asked, exasperated.

"Where's your boyfriend?" he asked, in a toneless voice, glaring.

"He's not my boyfriend, and he's not here." Brittany grumbled, turning back around and prying his hand off of her locker, so she could open it.

"Good, because there's something I gotta tell you." Devon said, as she pulled out her binder.

"I don't wanna heare it, Devon." she sighed.

"Well, your gonna. I like you, alot. And, let's face it, to everyone, we're basically going out, so why not make it official?"

Brittany smiled tightly, and slammed her locker shut. "Maybe because I don't wanna make it official."

"But-"

"Listen, Devon." she turned around, smiling. "Maybe if you had treated me like a girl for the past two years then I would say yes. But, you didn't and that hurt your chances, you're a nice boy, but not my type."

"But everyone already sees us as a-"

"I don't care what everyone else sees us as. We're not a couple, Devon."

"But-"

"Goodbye, Devon."

She hurried off, not looking back. She ran up the stairs, as fast as she could, nearly tripping a bunch of times, and didn't slow down, until she was in the hallway her class was in.

Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and turned to come face to face with black lashed blue eyes that looked way to familiar for comfort.

"You're-Brittany-right?" the girl asked.

"Yes..." she said, not knowing for sure where this was going.

"I thought Pierce Holt had you."

Brittany raised an eyebrow at the girl. How did she know Pierce? Was she some kind of aquatence or something?

"My brother came home yesterday, mad, saying how he was going to kill Pierce for taking you." the girl said, eyes big.

Suddenly, Brittany remembered where she had seen the girl's face before. This was the girl from Fern's file, Emerald Redfern, his younger sister!

"You're brother doesn't care about me." Brittany shrugged Emerald's hand off of her shoulder, suddenly mad at the mention of Fern.

A shocked expression crossed Emerald's face. "What makes you think that?"

"The fact that he never mentioned you to me. And I bet that before last night, he never mentioned me to you." Brittany felt her face go expressionless at the thought.

Emerald shook her head. "Are you kidding? He hasn't shut up about you since this weekend! You're on his mind 24/7! You're all he ever talks about!"

Brittany felt her eyes go wide, as she stared down at the black haired girl-who had to be in the 6th grade. Since she was in middle school, and was younger then Fern.

"Really?"

Emerald nodded. "I don't joke about these kinds of things. He was really worried about you when he came home, last night. It wasn't a very nice trick that you pulled on him."

Brittany sighed. "I don't even know what trick I pulled on him. It was all Pierce's idea, I had nothing to do with it."

"Pierce left a note, saying that he was going to kill you if Fern didn't make it to you, in time."

Brittany's eyes went even wider-if that was even possible. "So, that's why he wanted me to stay home from school, yesterday..." she whispered. Then she shook her head. "But-he hurt Ashlyn. He wanted to kill her."

Emerald shrugged. "So? Pierce tried to kill Jez, but Ashlyn forgave him."

Brittany sighed, and looked away, not believing that she was taking advice from a girl who was younger than her. "Maybe..."

Emerald smiled. "Think about it."

~NWNWNWNWNWNWNWNW

Brittany was jogging next to Karina in gym class during the last period. She stared up at Ashlyn, ahead of them, aghast. Ashlyn had never been good at holding grudges, but what Pierce had done was unforgivable. How could she just forgive him so easily? And, how come Brittany hadn't thought of that, before?

Suddenly, something slammed into her, and pushed her up against the wall. She looked up, to see Devon glaring down at her, then he smiled, tightly.

"I don't think you understood me clearly last time we talked." he growled down at her. Brittany could see his face morphing as he did so. Realization dawned upon her, as his teeth became large and pointed. He... was a werewolf. She couldn't bring the air in to gasp, though. "I wasn't asking you to be my girlfriend, I was demanding that you do."

Brittany glared up at him. "You can't make me. I... I love Fern!"

Devon laughed, or, more like howled, his face looked more like an animal then a human's, now. "Yeah, but I don't think he'll love you after I turn you into a 'wolf." he smiled down at her, pressing sharply upagainst the wall. "One bite," he said, extending a claw, and dragging it sharply across her cheek, drawing blood. "One bite is all it takes, and then you'll be mine, whether you like it, or not. Hmm... and too bad that your precious little Fern isn't here to save you."

And in that instant, Brittany knew he was right. Fern wasn't going to be able to save her.

She was doomed.