Chapter 25:

Quinn's eyes fluttered open, then immediately closed again. She was coming in and out of consciousness until she felt someone's hand on the bare skin of her stomach. She woke immediately, and she shot up from her horizontal position. When she sat up, she came face to face with Danny.

"Hey, Buttercup," he smiled at her. Quinn tried to move but discovered that her hands were tied behind her back tightly with some rope. "Easy. Easy, Quinn," he told her softly. "I just want to talk, then you can go home." She looked down to discover that she didn't have a shirt on. She snapped her head up again,

"What're you doing, Danny?" She seethed. "Let me go!" She was struggling to hold back her werewolf side, knowing that she would like kill him if she lost control. She had to get out, but she had to get out with her human side.

"I will," he whispered. "I just want to talk. Let me talk."

"Fine," she grimaced, letting her body go still. "Then talk." He eyed her for a moment, then paused because he hadn't actually planned on her cooperation. Instead, he had hoped she was going to put up a fight. He liked when she fought with him, because it excited him. She was always so submissive before and now she was fiery, and he likes it.

"I'm sorry for what I did to you," he told her, "for hurting you." He put a hand on her cheek and she had to stop herself from biting it off. "I want you to know that I'm going to do better this time. I won't ever hurt you again, Quinn. Never again."

"What do you mean this time?"

"I want you back, Quinn," he told her, scooting closer to her. "I want to do better than I did before. To treat you better. To love you better." He looked down at her chest that was barely covered by her skimpy bra covered in black lace. She growled lowly. "I can be better for you."

"Start by letting me go," Quinn frowned. "Please, Danny."

"I have a lot more to talk about, Quinn," he shook his head. "A lot more that I want to discuss. Plans that I want to make with you. Now just be a good girl and listen to me for a little while. Okay? Can you do that, Buttercup." She bit her tongue. "Good. Let's talk."

Theo headed out to go by Quinn's to see if she was there. The last he heard, Quinn was supposed to be coming to his house that night, but she never showed. When he tried to call her, she didn't answer. He remembered that she had said she was going to the school first. Maybe she forgot, he didn't know. He figured Brooke would know.

He knocked on the door, and it only took a minute for Brooke to answer it. She only opened the door slightly, and her hair was messed up. Theo raised an eyebrow at her, smelling Scott's scent coming from inside the house.

"What's up?" Brooke asked him when she answered the door. "Quinn's not here."

"She's not?" He frowned. "I don't know where she is then. She was supposed to come over after stopping by the school. She never showed up and she's not answering her phone." Brooke looked worried all of a sudden,

"That's not like her."

"Yeah, I know," Theo scoffed. "I was hoping she was here."

"She's not," Brooked grimaced. "Oh, no."

"What?"

"Danny's in town," Brooke sighed. "He's been trying to see her for days now. What if she's with him? What if he tries to hurt her?"

"I'll go check the school," Theo turned in a panic. "You try to call."

"Okay," she said, watching Theo run back to his car. Brooke closed the door and looked back at Scott, who was sitting on the couch still. Her face went pale.

"What is it?" Scott asked.

"Quinn is missing," she told him. "Again."

"Let's get the gang together," he stood quickly, wasting no time to pull out his phone and start calling people. This time was the first time Isaac had answered in days. He was off in a hurry, in his car before Scott even hung up.

Quinn sat patiently and sawed away at the ropes binding her wrists with one of her claws. She was getting more and more anxious, and it was getting increasingly difficult to stay completely human. Danny paced around nervously, muttering to himself about trying to fix the situation. Apparently, he let his obsession get the best of him, and now the rational part of Danny was filling his head with guilt. Among the mutters, she heard him talking about his mom, who had always been nice to Quinn. He was worried that his mom would hate him if she found out what he was doing.

Then, he turned and looked back at her, and he paused for a second. Quinn stopped sawing for the moment, not wanting him to catch her trying to escape and send him into a fit of rage. He looked at her with sorrowful eyes,

"God, you're so beautiful, Quinn. How did you get even more beautiful?" He walked closer to her, then knelt down in front of her. He reached out to touch her cheek again, but she cringed away. Danny dropped his hand angrily, "Don't you feel anything for me anymore? I loved you, Quinn. I still do. I couldn't get over you no matter how hard I tried. You can't pretend that you don't have feelings for me, I know better." He leaned closer to her, and his hand came up and grabbed her face forcefully. As soon as she even felt his lips brush against hers, she jerked backwards entirely, knocking herself over.

Rejecting Danny was probably the worst thing that she could have done, given his current mental state, but the thought of him kissing her again made her stomach churn. Danny stood suddenly and kicked her in the stomach as hard as he could.

"Damn it, Quinn! Stop lying to yourself!" He brought his hands up to his face in frustration. "You love me, too, Quinn. You do. You know you do!" He glared down at her hatefully. "Your new little boyfriend can't give you what I gave you, Quinn. What I still can." That was her trigger. Quinn gave up trying to be nice to him, because it wasn't getting her anything but more bruises. Even though she would heal, it didn't make it hurt any less. However, she didn't care how many wounds she had to sustain; she was going to knock Danny off his high horse once and for all.

"You never gave me anything but misery," she stared back at him. "I wasn't happy with you, and I could never be. You're a dick, Danny, and you're not going to change. Theo gives me more than you ever did. In. Every. Single. Way." Danny looked genuinely hurt for a minute, but she didn't feel sorry for him. Danny was out of his mind, clearly obsessed with getting her back because he can't handle the guilt over what he did to her. All of that hurt changed to rage within minutes. The idea of Quinn with someone else was just too much for him.

He pounced on her like a vicious tiger, grabbing at her anywhere he possibly could, using his mouth to bite and ravage the skin on her neck and chest. Quinn started to squirm in an effort to get him off of her, while trying to maintain control. However, she lost all control when he tried to drag her jeans down her legs. She changed, nearly full blown werewolf, and she bit down on his shoulder as hard as she could. He released her and cried out in pain. When he managed to get away from her, he stood over her with fear in his eyes. His hand reached back and pulled a gun from the back of his jeans. He pointed it at her.

"What the hell are you?!" He snapped. "What the hell did you do to me?" Quinn's eyes were glowing brightly, and she growled at him. Danny fired off a shot, and it connected with her shoulder, but it went straight through. It would heal fine without any problems. She barely flinched. Instead, it only caused her werewolf side to flare up more. She broke free of her ropes, and she leaped at him much in the same way he pounced on her. This time, she wasn't herself. The werewolf had taken over completely, and it sank its teeth into his throat, then tore out as much flesh as it possibly could.

When he fell completely still, Quinn's beastly side began to subside. She moved away from him, sitting on her knees about a foot away from him. Her eyes were fixated on his now lifeless body, wide and full of regret. Blood was splattered all over her face, neck, and chest, and it dripped down to cover the rest of her bare torso. For an hour, she sat there, tears falling down her cheeks through the blood, until she heard a door open. She was surprised to see Isaac walk into the room.

He kept looking back and forth from the body to Quinn, trying to assess the situation as best as he could without any information. He walked slowly towards her, then took off his overshirt to give to her. When he knelt down beside her, she looked up at him and sniffed. He carefully slid the shirt on over her, and sat back to give her space. He waited a minute, then asked,

"What happened, Quinn?"

"H-He tried to... He tried to..." She couldn't even say the word, much less finish the sentence. "I didn't want him touching me... I freaked out. Then he shot me, and I just... I lost it, Isaac. I killed him... I killed Danny." She collapsed into Isaac's arms, and he held her there as tightly as he could. It devastated him to see her like that, to know what could have happened to her if she wasn't a werewolf. They had a huge mess to clean up, but Sheriff Stilinski would know what to do. Isaac guess that it would be determined to be an animal attack. When he left with Quinn, he made sure to take the gun and ropes. No evidence had to go against the animal theory.