Chapter Twelve
Darry slowly opened her eyes and groaned; her head hurt like someone had taken a club to it, her shoulder hurt and pretty much the rest of her body hurt as well. At first, Darry didn't know where she was. On second glance, she didn't know where she was either but when the pounding in her head stopped a little, Darry was able to remember where she was. She was in Sunnydale, on the street. Okay, she knew where she was but she couldn't remember how she had gotten there. Ugh, this being a werewolf thing never got any easier did it? No matter how long you had been a werewolf, the memory thing just isn't a factor.
Darry sat up and tried to remember anything that had happened during the night. She didn't feel full, which was a good thing (she had learned). The last thing she did remember was helping Dawn with her school project. And then the demon had come right as the sun had started setting.
Ohimgod! Dawn! Darry tried to remember what had happened to Dawn but the thoughts seemed to have been erased from her head. Darry groaned as she stood up, her baggy clothes were now way too big for her. She always wore baggy clothes when it was a full moon so that she didn't rip her 'regular' clothes when she transformed. However, like so many of her 'werewolf outfits' the outfit she wore now was ready to hit the trash pile.
Darry looked down at her hands, they were scratched and bleeding. She figured her werewolf side would engage in a fight during the night, only this time it looked like she lost. Darry sighed and looked around her.
To her surprise, she saw Willow lying in the grass. The girl appeared to be sleeping; at her side was a silver tranquilizer gun. Darry looked at her shoulder and saw a feather-ended dart sticking out of it. Darry grimaced as she pulled the dart out; the accounted for one of her injuries. Darry wasn't mad at Willow for shooting her; she just hoped she hadn't hurt Willow or anybody else.
Darry walked over to the sleeping Willow and dropped to her knees beside her. "Willow?" Darry said softly and gave the redhead's shoulder a gentle shake.
Willow awoke with a start and looked up at Darry. "Darry? What, are you alright?" Willow asked, sitting up and then getting to her feet.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Darry asked and smiled. However, she winced and realized that her face hurt just as her arms and whole body did.
Darry stood up as well. Willow looked down at the tranquilizer gun and then up at Darry. "Sorry, I had to um... shoot you." Willow muttered.
Darry shrugged and then realized that wasn't a good idea either.
Willow looked up at the sky, the sun had barely risen but it was not early morning any more. "We'd better get home." Willow suggested.
Darry looked uncertain. "Does everyone know I'm a werewolf?" Darry asked.
Willow looked up at the somewhat scared look on her new friend's face. Darry had no idea that everyone had their own share of secrets and hidden identities. Willow offered Darry a comforting smile. "Yeah but don't worry." She said, hoping that those words would comfort the girl in some way.
Darry forced a smile and then winced, again. Then she slowly nodded and the two walked off toward the Summers house.
Buffy paced in the living room, waiting for Willow or Darry to return. When Buffy and Xander had arrived home, they found Anya and Dawn both asleep on the couch. However, Willow was absent from the house and Buffy was worried. She hoped that her friend hadn't run into the werewolf and hadn't been able to defend herself. When Xander woke Anya up, she said that Willow had left the house with the gun but she had fallen asleep soon after that.
Dawn was still stretched out on the couch/folded out bed. It was clear that Anya had tried to clean the girl's face free of dirt but the dirt had stayed on and was just more smudged. However, Buffy had to admit: Anya got points for effort.
Anya was awake and in the kitchen with Xander, who was attempting to repair the hole that Anya had made in the window. Well, repair was not the right word exactly. He was taping a dishtowel over the hole while Anya watched.
Buffy admired Anya and Xander for being so calm and wished she could be calm herself but found it hard when Willow was missing and there was a werewolf lose. What made it worse was the fact that they knew who the werewolf was; the fact that the werewolf had been living in her house for a few days. Buffy admitted that she wasn't mad at Darry for not telling them that she was a werewolf because she had good reasons. Number one, you didn't just up and tell someone that you were a werewolf. And number two, maybe Darry didn't know she was a werewolf, like Oz didn't know.
Buffy was startled out of her train of thought when Dawn called her name. Buffy turned around to see her sister sitting up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"Dawn, are you alright?" Buffy asked, before she even knew what she was saying.
Dawn nodded. "Where's Darry?" The teenager asked.
Buffy shrugged. "I don't know, Dawn what happened?" Buffy asked.
Dawn seemed to think for a minute. "Well, we were at the park doing the science project thing, which by the way is late since school has already started, and then the sun started to go down. Then, some demon jumped and it started to attack us. Darry tried to protect me but the demon was really strong and knocked Darry out of the way. At first I thought that she was really hurt but then she started to change. Buffy, I've never seen anything like it. She became a werewolf and she started attacking the demon, she was protecting me. Then you showed up, Darry killed the demon. Where is she?" Dawn asked, looking up at her sister.
Buffy hugged her sister, trying to think of the right answer. "I don't know, Dawnyie. I hope she'll be here soon." Buffy said.
Darry slowly opened her eyes and groaned; her head hurt like someone had taken a club to it, her shoulder hurt and pretty much the rest of her body hurt as well. At first, Darry didn't know where she was. On second glance, she didn't know where she was either but when the pounding in her head stopped a little, Darry was able to remember where she was. She was in Sunnydale, on the street. Okay, she knew where she was but she couldn't remember how she had gotten there. Ugh, this being a werewolf thing never got any easier did it? No matter how long you had been a werewolf, the memory thing just isn't a factor.
Darry sat up and tried to remember anything that had happened during the night. She didn't feel full, which was a good thing (she had learned). The last thing she did remember was helping Dawn with her school project. And then the demon had come right as the sun had started setting.
Ohimgod! Dawn! Darry tried to remember what had happened to Dawn but the thoughts seemed to have been erased from her head. Darry groaned as she stood up, her baggy clothes were now way too big for her. She always wore baggy clothes when it was a full moon so that she didn't rip her 'regular' clothes when she transformed. However, like so many of her 'werewolf outfits' the outfit she wore now was ready to hit the trash pile.
Darry looked down at her hands, they were scratched and bleeding. She figured her werewolf side would engage in a fight during the night, only this time it looked like she lost. Darry sighed and looked around her.
To her surprise, she saw Willow lying in the grass. The girl appeared to be sleeping; at her side was a silver tranquilizer gun. Darry looked at her shoulder and saw a feather-ended dart sticking out of it. Darry grimaced as she pulled the dart out; the accounted for one of her injuries. Darry wasn't mad at Willow for shooting her; she just hoped she hadn't hurt Willow or anybody else.
Darry walked over to the sleeping Willow and dropped to her knees beside her. "Willow?" Darry said softly and gave the redhead's shoulder a gentle shake.
Willow awoke with a start and looked up at Darry. "Darry? What, are you alright?" Willow asked, sitting up and then getting to her feet.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Darry asked and smiled. However, she winced and realized that her face hurt just as her arms and whole body did.
Darry stood up as well. Willow looked down at the tranquilizer gun and then up at Darry. "Sorry, I had to um... shoot you." Willow muttered.
Darry shrugged and then realized that wasn't a good idea either.
Willow looked up at the sky, the sun had barely risen but it was not early morning any more. "We'd better get home." Willow suggested.
Darry looked uncertain. "Does everyone know I'm a werewolf?" Darry asked.
Willow looked up at the somewhat scared look on her new friend's face. Darry had no idea that everyone had their own share of secrets and hidden identities. Willow offered Darry a comforting smile. "Yeah but don't worry." She said, hoping that those words would comfort the girl in some way.
Darry forced a smile and then winced, again. Then she slowly nodded and the two walked off toward the Summers house.
Buffy paced in the living room, waiting for Willow or Darry to return. When Buffy and Xander had arrived home, they found Anya and Dawn both asleep on the couch. However, Willow was absent from the house and Buffy was worried. She hoped that her friend hadn't run into the werewolf and hadn't been able to defend herself. When Xander woke Anya up, she said that Willow had left the house with the gun but she had fallen asleep soon after that.
Dawn was still stretched out on the couch/folded out bed. It was clear that Anya had tried to clean the girl's face free of dirt but the dirt had stayed on and was just more smudged. However, Buffy had to admit: Anya got points for effort.
Anya was awake and in the kitchen with Xander, who was attempting to repair the hole that Anya had made in the window. Well, repair was not the right word exactly. He was taping a dishtowel over the hole while Anya watched.
Buffy admired Anya and Xander for being so calm and wished she could be calm herself but found it hard when Willow was missing and there was a werewolf lose. What made it worse was the fact that they knew who the werewolf was; the fact that the werewolf had been living in her house for a few days. Buffy admitted that she wasn't mad at Darry for not telling them that she was a werewolf because she had good reasons. Number one, you didn't just up and tell someone that you were a werewolf. And number two, maybe Darry didn't know she was a werewolf, like Oz didn't know.
Buffy was startled out of her train of thought when Dawn called her name. Buffy turned around to see her sister sitting up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"Dawn, are you alright?" Buffy asked, before she even knew what she was saying.
Dawn nodded. "Where's Darry?" The teenager asked.
Buffy shrugged. "I don't know, Dawn what happened?" Buffy asked.
Dawn seemed to think for a minute. "Well, we were at the park doing the science project thing, which by the way is late since school has already started, and then the sun started to go down. Then, some demon jumped and it started to attack us. Darry tried to protect me but the demon was really strong and knocked Darry out of the way. At first I thought that she was really hurt but then she started to change. Buffy, I've never seen anything like it. She became a werewolf and she started attacking the demon, she was protecting me. Then you showed up, Darry killed the demon. Where is she?" Dawn asked, looking up at her sister.
Buffy hugged her sister, trying to think of the right answer. "I don't know, Dawnyie. I hope she'll be here soon." Buffy said.
