My first BSC fic. Part 1.



"She's dead?," Claudia Kishi asked, as the baby-sitters settled into her room for their five thirty meeting, "I mean, how is that even possible?"

Stacy McGill shook her head sadly, "It happens every day, and not just in Stoneybrook. I say that were lucky that we live in a place where people aren't murdered everyday."

"But she was a kid," Mary Anne Spier practically whispered, trying to hold back her tears, "It's just . . . It's so wrong."

"The paper said that she was torn up," Kristy Thomas trailed off, "Like it was an animal attack or something. An accident, and not some serial killer."

"So what if it was an animal?," Dawn Schaefer chimed in, "Either way there is something out there killing people!"

"My parents don't want me out after dark anymore," Mallory Pike interjected, "After what happened. I need to cancel my sitting jobs."

"Me too," Jessi Ramsey added, "Sorry."

"This is ridiculous!," Kristy exclaimed, "I'm sorry that she's dead, but come on. We can't just hide out in our rooms! Animal control will shoot whatever it is, and we can get back to our lives. We can't just bail on our clients because we've worked too hard to build this business! I won't let that happen."

"What is wrong with you?," Dawn asked dumbfounded, "We're talking about Abby being killed, and all you care about is the club Kristy? Even if it was an accident . . . How can you be so insensitive?"

"I'm not," Kristy argued, "All I'm saying is that we shouldn't get all worked up over it. It was an accident, end of story. We live in Connecticut, and there are a lot of wild animals here. That's all. No reason to panic yet."

"I can't believe you," Stacy said under her breath, shooting Claudia a look, "Besides the phone isn't even ringing. Parents don't want to leave their kids alone while there is a killer on the loose!"

"It's getting dark out," Jessi said nervously, looking out the window, "I better go. Mal, do you want to walk home with me?"

Mallory nodded, as the two younger girls all but fled downstairs, "Yeah. Bye."

"This is ridiculous," Kristy muttered, "It was an animal attack. Nothing more."

"It's almost six," Claudia said pointing at the clock, "Why don't we just end it for the night?"


"This is stupid," Kristy said aloud, as she went out onto the back porch of her family's house, "Of course I'll miss Abby, but everyone is being so dumb. There isn't any serial killer."

Leaning up against the porch steps, Kristy gazed at the stars in the sky and inhaled the night air. It's a perfect night, she thought, even the moon is full.

"Is someone there?," she asked, hearing a rustling in the bushes, "Hello?"

Hearing nothing, she rose to her feet shakily and looked around. Taking a tentative step off of the porch, she called out again, "Hello? Shannon? You scared me!"

Scratching the dogs ears, Kristy shook her head at her own nerves and watched as the dog bounded into the house. Laughing to herself, she turned to follow her in. Looking up at the night one more time, she didn't even get a chance to scream.



"I thought she would show up for the funeral," Mary Anne said softly, looking around the gathering in the church, "I mean she and Abby were friends."

"She'll be here," Stacy vowed, "Kristy wouldn't not come just because she's mad at us. She's a good friend that way."

Claudia nodded, "Come on, lets go in. We can save her a seat or something. Wait, her parents aren't here Either . . . That's kinda weird."

"The police are," Dawn said slowly, nodding to the squad cars pulling up, "Do you think they know something about who or what killed Abby?"

"Girls? You were friends of the deceased?," the first officer asked, "Abby Stevenson? And of Kristy Thomas?"

"Did something happen to Kristy?," Stacey asked quickly.

"When was the last time that you saw her?"

"Last night, around six," Mary Anne whispered.

"Why?," Dawn added.

"Last night, between seven and eight, she disappeared in her backyard," the officer began, "And given her friendship with Abby Stevenson, we're looking into a possible connection between the two cases. I'm going need you girls to come down to the station after the funeral."



Kristy opened her eyes, and squinted in the darkness. She struggled to sit up, as her body throbbed in pain. Where am I, she wondered?

"I see that you're awake," a voice whispered, as hands caressed her bare shoulders, "I've been waiting for you to wake up."

"Who are you?," Kristy whispered hoarsely, "What do you want from me?"

"You'll see," the voice promised, "I'm going to give you a choice my love. You can live. Or you can die. It's really that simple."

"Did you kill Abby?"

"She made her own choice, I just fulfilled it. You don't want to die, do you? You're much too young for that, and I am offering you an opportunity of a lifetime."

"Who are you?"

A soft chuckle filled the room, as he came around and knelt in front of her, "My name? I've had many over the years. Stavros was my birth name."

Kristy inhaled sharply at the beautiful man in front of her. Dark hair tumbled around a face of strong features and deep set green eyes. Strong hands traced her face and ran through her hair. I can't stop looking at him, she realized. Whoever he is.

"Stavros," she whispered, "Please don't hurt me. I don't want to die. I'll do whatever you want, just please don't kill me."

He smiled slowly at her, "I won't kill you. In fact I've already done it. Don't you remember?"

"Remember?," Kristy whispered, "What?"

"Oh you will," he promised, "Tonight it'll all be clear to you, but we have to go now. Take you to a safe place."

"I feel so strange," Kristy replied, not being able to look away from him, "What did you do to me?"

He kissed the top of her head, "I made you mine. Don't you feel it? It's running through you, like a burning fire. I changed you."

"Changed me?"

"I'm a werewolf love. And now you are too.



To be continued.