Chapter Thirteen



Willow and Darry entered the house, surprised to see Dawn and Buffy in the living room. When the door opened, Buffy turned around; she was happy to see Willow and surprised to see Darry. Darry looked worse for wear that was for sure. Her face had a three long claw marks down it, the blood still looked like it was flowing. Her arms had many claws marks down them, as did her legs. Her clothes were rather baggy and the part of her shirt that covered her stomach was ripped in the same three-clawed mark. Her stomach was cut as well; Darry looked like she had gotten into a fight and lost. However, after witnessing the fight Buffy knew that wasn't true.
"Willow and Darry!" Anya said as she emerged from the kitchen. Anya frowned. "Poor Darry." She muttered.
Dawn stood up and walked over to Darry. "Are you okay?" She asked.
Darry seemed surprised and relived at the same time. "Yeah, Dawn, I'm fine." Darry said, though looking at her you would have thought otherwise.
Darry and Willow walked into the living room and sat down on the folded out bed. "Darry, did you know you were a werewolf?" Buffy asked, hoping the question wasn't too blunt.
Darry slowly nodded. "Yeah, for a while." She answered.
"What happened?" Anya asked. "Where are your parents?" She added.
"Like I said before, they're dead." Darry said, looking at Anya like she had no memory whatsoever.
"Oh yeah." Anya muttered.
"How long have you been a werewolf?" Willow asked.
"Um, since I was like four." Darry answered.
"What happened? Who bit you?" Buffy asked.
"Well, a bunch of werewolves did. My parents were killed by the werewolves and then they bit me, I don't know how I managed to get away. At first, I didn't know what was happening to me. Then when I was a little older I think I started to understand." Darry said, her voice was flat without emotion.
"That's awful." Dawn muttered. Darry gave her a forced half-smile. "Well, it was at first. When I was six I started to realize what was happening so I started to live on my own. At first I couldn't remember anything that happened during the nights when I was a werewolf but lately I've started to be able to remember some of it but not a lot." Darry added.
Everyone was silent in the room. "I haven't told anyone I'm a werewolf, it's not really a conversation starter. It's not like: 'Hi, three days out of the month I'm a big, mean werewolf and you?'" Darry said, trying to lighten the mood.
Buffy cracked a smile. "Yeah, I can relate there. I don't know if you know what a Slayer is but I'm one. A Slayer, I mean." Buffy said.
Darry's eyes widened. "A Slayer, I've heard stories about you from other demons and vampires. Great crowd I used to hang with." Darry muttered the last part. "I can't believe you're a Slayer, you could like, kick my ass if you wanted to right?"
Buffy laughed. "Yeah, if I wanted to. Werewolf's are pretty much a good match for Slayers, though." Buffy said.
Darry smiled. "But you know, being a Slayer isn't a conversation starter either." Darry pointed out.
"I know what you mean: 'Hi, my name's Buffy and I can kill things with my bare hands, what do you do in your spare time?'" Buffy laughed.
Willow smiled. "I used to be a witch." She said, throwing her oddity into the pile.
Anya decided to add on. "Yeah, I used to be a vengeance demon but I lost my powers." Anya said.
"That sucks." Darry muttered, thinking it wouldn't be too bad if she lost the ability to become a werewolf. "And that guy, Spike, he's a vampire right?" Darry asked.
"Yeah, how did you know?" Buffy asked.
"Remember, I used to hang with vamps and other big and nastys, I can spot one when I need to." Darry answered.
Darry smiled as she listened to Buffy, Willow and Anya make jokes about what they were or used to be. However, Darry found it hard to joke about being a werewolf. However, if she had friends like Buffy, she didn't think being a werewolf would be so bad. Or so she hoped.