Chapter Fourteen
Darry picked up the semi-soaked washcloth and gently touched it to the scratches on her face. She was attempting to clean herself up a little. Looking at herself in the mirror, Darry had to admit she had never looked worse.
Darry winced as the washcloth touched the scratches. She put the semi-blood soaked washcloth back in the sink and turned the water off. Darry had managed to convince the others that she could take care of herself, doctor her own wounds. Willow had lent her one of her outfits and it was slightly big on Darry, just a little.
Darry lifted the bottom of her shirt up and looked at the long gash in her stomach. Blood still slightly trickled from the wounds. Darry picked up the washcloth again and wiped the blood away from the wound. The three claw marks were the same, running along her belly.
Darry picked up the first aid kit that Dawn had given her and opened it. She pulled out a roll of bandage and began to wrap it around her stomach. Darry grimaced when she pulled the bandage too tight. She tore the bandage and tied the end to the beginning, dressing the wound with expertise. It's not like I haven't had a lot of practice, Darry thought.
Darry figured that if she were to cover every part of her that had been scratched or clawed, she would be covered in bandages. So, deciding that bandaging her stomach was enough, she put the bandages back in the first-aid-kit. She looked at her face in the mirror; the same three claw marks ran the length of her face. There was nothing she could do about that.
With a sigh, Darry turned away from the mirror and left the bathroom. She walked into the kitchen to join the others, who were having a late breakfast. Dawn, it appeared, was not going to school that day.
Willow looked up at her. "So, are you feeling okay?" Willow asked.
Darry nodded. "Yep, never been better. Okay, well maybe I have." Darry said and gave Willow a smile.
Willow smiled back; the redhead turned to Buffy, who was sitting beside her. "What are we going to do with Darry tonight? Tonight is the last night of 'werewolf-day.'" Willow whispered so only Buffy could hear her.
"Lock her up, I guess, like we used to do with Oz. I just don't know how Darry will feel about it." Buffy whispered back.
Willow shrugged. "Hopefully she'll think it's a good idea." Willow muttered.
In the cavern underground, another candle had been added at the base of the stone chair where the man sat. He once again held the bare golden chain; he let it dangle from his hands, shinning in the candlelight. 'Every day is the same' he thought 'it grows tiresome. I am forced to stay down here, like an animal. Hungry and alone. Well soon that will all change; I will no longer be trapped down here. All those above will tremble in fear when I rule over them.
'Yes, that will happen soon. But, for the time being, I am hungry. Perhaps a little magick is in order.' The man thought.
The man put the golden chain inside her pocket, and chanted some words in Latin or Greek. There was a bright flash of light and a hideous creature appeared before the man. The creature bowed before the man.
"I sayn yona tharn, Rah" (I am here to serve thee, king) The demon growled.
"Good." The man said, his voice echoing off the walls of the carven. "I need you to go above ground, tonight, a bring me something to feed on. Preferably a human." The man commanded.
"I crixa hrair narn flayrah for Rah fu inle." (I bring many good food for King after moonrise.) The demon said.
"Good." The man said again. All he had to do was wait; these demons were so easily controlled, unlike others. The man thought the last thought with anger. Now was not the time to get angry, he reminded himself, now was not the time.
As the day began to come to an end, Willow and Buffy managed to convince Darry that it was a good idea to be locked (or chained) up on werewolf days. Not that she needed much convincing.
Buffy had to debate where to chain (or lock) the werewolf-Darry up and they finally decided that the basement was a pretty good place. Willow volunteered to watch Darry, Buffy agreed as long as she had the tranquilizer gun. As the sun began to set, Willow and Buffy chained Darry up in the basement, and Buffy set off to patrol.
Hopefully, tonight would be a little less eventful then the last too nights had been. But, if Buffy knew Sunnydale (and she did) that was very unlikely.
Darry picked up the semi-soaked washcloth and gently touched it to the scratches on her face. She was attempting to clean herself up a little. Looking at herself in the mirror, Darry had to admit she had never looked worse.
Darry winced as the washcloth touched the scratches. She put the semi-blood soaked washcloth back in the sink and turned the water off. Darry had managed to convince the others that she could take care of herself, doctor her own wounds. Willow had lent her one of her outfits and it was slightly big on Darry, just a little.
Darry lifted the bottom of her shirt up and looked at the long gash in her stomach. Blood still slightly trickled from the wounds. Darry picked up the washcloth again and wiped the blood away from the wound. The three claw marks were the same, running along her belly.
Darry picked up the first aid kit that Dawn had given her and opened it. She pulled out a roll of bandage and began to wrap it around her stomach. Darry grimaced when she pulled the bandage too tight. She tore the bandage and tied the end to the beginning, dressing the wound with expertise. It's not like I haven't had a lot of practice, Darry thought.
Darry figured that if she were to cover every part of her that had been scratched or clawed, she would be covered in bandages. So, deciding that bandaging her stomach was enough, she put the bandages back in the first-aid-kit. She looked at her face in the mirror; the same three claw marks ran the length of her face. There was nothing she could do about that.
With a sigh, Darry turned away from the mirror and left the bathroom. She walked into the kitchen to join the others, who were having a late breakfast. Dawn, it appeared, was not going to school that day.
Willow looked up at her. "So, are you feeling okay?" Willow asked.
Darry nodded. "Yep, never been better. Okay, well maybe I have." Darry said and gave Willow a smile.
Willow smiled back; the redhead turned to Buffy, who was sitting beside her. "What are we going to do with Darry tonight? Tonight is the last night of 'werewolf-day.'" Willow whispered so only Buffy could hear her.
"Lock her up, I guess, like we used to do with Oz. I just don't know how Darry will feel about it." Buffy whispered back.
Willow shrugged. "Hopefully she'll think it's a good idea." Willow muttered.
In the cavern underground, another candle had been added at the base of the stone chair where the man sat. He once again held the bare golden chain; he let it dangle from his hands, shinning in the candlelight. 'Every day is the same' he thought 'it grows tiresome. I am forced to stay down here, like an animal. Hungry and alone. Well soon that will all change; I will no longer be trapped down here. All those above will tremble in fear when I rule over them.
'Yes, that will happen soon. But, for the time being, I am hungry. Perhaps a little magick is in order.' The man thought.
The man put the golden chain inside her pocket, and chanted some words in Latin or Greek. There was a bright flash of light and a hideous creature appeared before the man. The creature bowed before the man.
"I sayn yona tharn, Rah" (I am here to serve thee, king) The demon growled.
"Good." The man said, his voice echoing off the walls of the carven. "I need you to go above ground, tonight, a bring me something to feed on. Preferably a human." The man commanded.
"I crixa hrair narn flayrah for Rah fu inle." (I bring many good food for King after moonrise.) The demon said.
"Good." The man said again. All he had to do was wait; these demons were so easily controlled, unlike others. The man thought the last thought with anger. Now was not the time to get angry, he reminded himself, now was not the time.
As the day began to come to an end, Willow and Buffy managed to convince Darry that it was a good idea to be locked (or chained) up on werewolf days. Not that she needed much convincing.
Buffy had to debate where to chain (or lock) the werewolf-Darry up and they finally decided that the basement was a pretty good place. Willow volunteered to watch Darry, Buffy agreed as long as she had the tranquilizer gun. As the sun began to set, Willow and Buffy chained Darry up in the basement, and Buffy set off to patrol.
Hopefully, tonight would be a little less eventful then the last too nights had been. But, if Buffy knew Sunnydale (and she did) that was very unlikely.
