I'm going to have to apologize to my beta reader. I posted this without letting her look at it. If any of you see something wrong with it, please tell me. I don't pretend to be the best editor, so I probubly didnt' catch everything. But on a lighter note. This one is in honor of Halloween. ^^ YAY! =^._.^= I is a kitty. lol, sorry my cat sucks. But this one is for Halloween, and I'm telling you now it's my longest oneshot/drabble thingy yet. So I understand if you just want to skip it and wait for the next one. I don't own iCarly, if I did they wouldn't be allowed to show it on Nickelodeon, for fear of scarring little kids. ^^ tell me what you think, and I might make more like it!
"Sam, please don't open that door." Freddie's voice sounded gruff, coming from the inside of the bathroom. He had been acting weird at school, very distant from both girls and downright rude to everyone else. So, after learning he had cut his last class Sam followed him home to find out what was wrong. Now, standing outside his bathroom door in his empty apartment she was trying to get him to come out.
"Freddie, what was the matter today?! If you don't open up that door and tell me right now I'm breaking the lock and coming in that way!" She yelled through the wood.
"Now isn't a really good time to talk Sam." She heard some shuffling coming from the other side and a pained groan. "Please, go away."
"What the hell Freddork?! Is this all because you had to crap?!" she was about to burst out laughing but something stopped her, wanting to hear his answer.
"Yes! Yeah, yeah that's it Sam. I really had to crap, and this place is going to get really smelly so I suggest you leave."
For some reason Sam didn't believe him. Silently taking a safety pin out of her hair she stuck it in the lock and started to jiggle it around, all the while distracting Freddie by saying, "Freddie, for some reason I don't think that's true. You have Carly really worried, and your attitude is starting to piss me off, so if you don't open the door right now and say that to my face I'm coming in there and kicking your ass." Finally she heard a click and with a triumphant smile she swung open the door. On the other side she saw Freddie sitting on the back of the toilet in the corner, his feet on the covered seat. His face was white with some repressed emotion and he was bracing his arms against the two walls beside him. He looked terrified.
"Freddie?" The triumphant smile had left Sam's face. "Freddie what's the matter?" He stared at her wide eyed, their brown depths flashing.
"No," he moaned. "You weren't supposed to see me like this." A sudden spasm ripped through his torso throwing him off his perch and onto the tile floor. He gripped his stomach in pain and rolled into a ball.
"Freddie!" Sam threw her book bag down and knelt by his side, trying to see what was wrong. Pulling up his shirt she saw a rapid bruise spreading under his skin, already covering his back and spreading down his arms, leaving his stomach pale in comparison. She gasped and pulled away slightly, just as his eyes flew wide and he bared his teeth against another onset of pain. As Sam looked on she saw his pupils' dilate violently and his teeth start to grow rapidly. She got up and took a step backwards, distancing herself from her friend.
"Freddie?" She was starting to get very afraid. As he rolled onto his stomach and braced his hand on the floor she saw his nails growing and darkening, pulling themselves into a sharp point. Another ripple went through his body and everywhere she thought was a bruise suddenly burst into brown fur, bristling at the agonizing transformation. She took another step back, and out of the bathroom, right as his body sagged, all the tension falling out of it. Panting Freddie looked up at her, panic in his eyes.
"Sam, you have to leave now! I don't know how long I can control myself like this!" She only looked at him, confused. His rapid breathing increased, "Sam! The animal inside of me is hungry. I don't know if I can keep him away from you." She felt her back hit the wall outside of the bathroom. "RUN!" He yelled one last time kicking the door closed.
Turning she fled, listening to the grunting and scratching coming from the other side of the door. Quickly she pulled a map of Freddie's house out of her memory and thought of the best way out. His apartment was laid out almost exactly like Carly's, only where the studio would be was Freddie's bedroom, and he had a bathroom where there was supposed to be an elevator. Turning, she tore open the door and headed for the stairs. As soon as she was at the top she felt a vicious roar rip through the air and the splintering of wood as the bathroom door was broken. On her second step down she heard glass shatter, and running footsteps behind her. Panting she ran down the stairs and around the corner, almost to the apartment door. Right as her foot hit plush carpet a hard body hit her from behind, throwing her across the room and in front of the couch. Rolling onto her back she felt a weight set itself on her hips and she looked right into Freddie's animalistic eyes. She repressed a small whimper and made her face stone.
"Get off of me Freddork." She said in monotone, "Or I'll hurt you." She felt more than heard a rumbling growl that she identified as laughter. Freddie lowered his head, pinning her down with his eyes.
"You, hurt me like this. I always did like you for your sense of humor." His head drifted to her neck and she strained trying to keep him from touching her. As his lips touched her skin she felt something inside herself break.
"Don't eat me." She whispered. "I don't want to die." Freddie jerked upwards and looked at her; another rumble grew in his chest until it burst from his mouth. Throwing his head back his laugh made the air vibrate around her.
"Eat you?! My god woman! I'm a werewolf, not a cannibal!" She just gave him another confused look. "I'm a wolf spirit infesting s teenage boy's body. I might be hungry, but not for food." She just kept looking. Sighing he stepped off of her and began to pace on all fours, his arms and torso having grown to match the length of his legs. "When a wolf spirit possesses a human body his greatest unfulfilled need becomes his body's new top priority. The reason werewolves used to 'eat people' as you say, is because the old top priority was food, everyone was always hungry, so everyone always needed to eat. This boy," he said gesturing at his wolf-man body, "already eats three full meals a day. He isn't hungry for food. He is however a teenage boy. So he is hungry for your body . . . just, not in that way." Freddie's eyes roamed along Sam's form, stopping on her face, and he smiled at her.
Sam suddenly felt very bare, and very frail. She scooted behind the couch, trying to put something between her and the thing Freddie had become. He just laughed and pulled it away, like it was on well oiled wheels. Stalking closer to her she felt her back hit another wall, and pulled her legs up to her chest. Mid-laugh the werewolf went still, his sound suddenly leaving the air. Sam saw his ears twitch and his pupils began to grow. The beast started to shiver and Freddie's voice came out of its mouth. "Please! Don't hurt her! She's afraid! Just let her go!" The monster shivered and his eyes started to shrink again, snarling, he swiped his paw across his face. His deep voice returning the wolf growled, "It's my duty, I must give my human body what it needs." Another shiver wracked the lithe form.
"I don't need this," said Freddie's voice.
"But as half a wolf your instincts say you do. Look at her." The low voice growled, making Sam's skin crawl. "She's weak. Susceptible to your power! Bend her to your will and further your species!" Tears filled Sam's eyes as she saw the wolf's power growing. The small ripples running over its skin started to fade as he got back onto his paws. Pacing over to her she was hypnotized by the way his muscles moved under the unnatural coat. "Don't you see? She is already giving up. She knows who is most powerful, who will win. She has accepted her fate, now you should accept yours."
Another laughing rumble filled the air as Freddie griped Sam's upper arms and dragged her to the stairs. She tried to put strength in her limbs to warm her heart and stop what was happening, but her body seemed unwilling or unable to come out of the coma it had gone into. She felt herself being swung through the air as she was bent over the wolf's shoulder and carried up to Freddie's bedroom. She dimly saw the broken glass on the floor, mixed with the wooden chips from the bathroom door, felt the soft fabric of Freddie's bedspread as she was thrown onto it, but none of this registered. Only when she felt a warm body press itself to her side did the tears in her eyes escape. Sam didn't sob, she didn't' even make a sound. She just cried, the hot liquid running down her cheeks, making the pillow beneath her head damp.
When the wolf saw her crying he smiled. A sneer only made worse by his sharpened teeth. But as he lifted his hand to pet a tear away a look of shock and horror took over. He stared at the hand, softly wiping a salty drop from Sam's face and snarled deep in his throat. Pulling his lips back from his teeth again, he growled and curled his body, flexing his arms and scrunching the sheets in his hands. Soon he started to bark, a sharp, deep, yap that threaded along Sam's bones, making her grind her teeth. He started backing away and muttering, his voice growing until he was shouting.
"No! No, this is my home for the night! I won your body! You cannot take it back! THE GIRL IS MINE! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TAKE AWAY MY CONTROL NOW! STOP IT! NO!" As the last word left his mouth in a bark his body stretched up, his arms flying away from his sides. He flung back his head and howled as every muscle in his wolf form tensed. Then, Freddie dropped to the bed beside Sam, half conscious and in control of his fully human figure. She stared wide eyed at the boy lying beside her and watched as he lifted a hand and brushed a lock of hair from her face.
"Your safe now," was all he whispered as his hand dropped back onto the bed and he fell asleep.
So?! Isn't wolf-freddie a creeper?! ^^ lol, sending you all love!