Part 2.

JadedRoses can kiss my ass. If anyone wants some amusement, I'll forward you all of the emails she sent to me.


Kristy stared at him like he had lost his mind, "What?"

"I'm a werewolf," Stavros repeated, "Don't you remember last night? It'll come back to you, but we have to get going Kristy. People are looking for you, and the last thing we want is for them to find you."

"You're crazy! Just let me go! I won't tell anyone about you. I promise!"

"I'm not crazy," he said calmly, as he pulled Kristy up on her feet, "You feel it inside of you? Aren't you hungry yet?"

"Hungry?"

"For fresh meat," Stavros finished, with a slow and seductive smile, "Blood. You'll feel it soon."

"Take you hands off of me," Kristy screamed, pushing him away from her, "Don't touch me!"

"You're strong," he replied, somewhat stunned that she had thrown him halfway across the room, "Very strong."

"What did you do to me? I just," she trailed off, staring at her hands in wonder, "How did I do that? What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing! You're perfect," Stavros insisted, as she backed toward the door, "You just don't understand yet."

"I don't want to understand. I just want to go home!"

Stavros pursed his lips, as she bolted out into the early morning, "I'll see you later love."


I've got to get home, Kristy's mind screamed, as she bolted down the street. Mom and Watson have got to be worried about me. This is all crazy because there aren't any werewolves. He, Stavros, is just some weird guy. I've got to run, get away from him. I'm going so fast, she realized, as she stopped dead in her tracks. I've never been this fast before.

"It doesn't mean that I'm a wolf," she said aloud, looking at the houses around her, "Anyone would run this fast if there was some lunatic after them."

Glancing over her shoulder, she shuddered, as she picked up her pace again.



"That's all that you can tell us? Anything else Miss. Thomas would be very helpful," Officer Carlson stressed, "What did he look like? Where did he keep you? Why did he let you go?"

Kristy shook her head, "It was dark, and . . . I don't know why he let me go. I took a chance and ran away. I didn't know where I was going or where I was. I just wanted to come home."

"I'm very glad that you did," Elizabeth Brewer whispered in her daughters ear, "I was worried that . . . Well with everything that happened with Abby."

"I'd say you were very lucky indeed," Carlson agreed, "If anything else comes back to you, call us. Until then keep your doors locked, and we'll have a squad car drive by every hour."

"Thank you," Watson said, walking him to the door, "We'll be in touch."

"Honey? How are you feeling? Your friends haven't stopped calling since you made it home," Elizabeth asked, smoothing her daughters hair back, "They want to come and see you."

Kristy shook her head, and was still stunned at what had just happened. Why did I tell them about Stavros? What he said he was? What he did to me? Or at least what he said that he did. I couldn't betray him like that. Oh god, what did he do to me? I felt sick anytime I tried to say his name. What is wrong with me?

"Kristy," Watson began, "Are you feeling okay? Did he hurt you?"

She shook her head, "No! He didn't touch me! I just want to go take a shower before anyone comes over. Is that okay?"

"Of course it's okay," Elizabeth agreed, before Kristy bolted upstairs, "We'll be down here if you need us."

Kristy heard her mothers parting words, as she shut herself in the bathroom. What's happening to me? She stared at her reflection in the mirror in wonder. I look older, she realized, prettier too. Certainly not just 16 anymore. My hair . . . it's so shiny, and it looks longer too. No! This is crazy! I'm losing my mind. I'm not a werewolf. Stepping into the hot shower, she tried to wash the thoughts in her mind away.


"I'm so glad that you're okay," Mary Anne cried, throwing her arms around Kristy's neck later that afternoon, "You had us so worried!"

"Was it the same guy? I mean," Stacy trailed off, "You know, with Abby?"

Kristy shook her head, "I don't know. I don't remember much. Just running away from him. It's kind of a blur."

"As long as you're okay," Claudia conceded, "Maybe they'll catch this guy soon. Are you okay?"

"You're kind of fidgety," Dawn added, watching as she scratched her arms and squirmed in her chair, "Kristy?"

She tore her gaze around from the window, and tried to ignore the tingles in her skin, "I'm fine. I'm just a little tired."

"Yeah," Stacy agreed, "I know Mom wants me home before dark, and the sun is setting. Maybe we should get going guys."

"Do you want some company? I know your family is here, but do you want someone to stay? ," Mary Anne asked, reluctant to leave her friend, "Kristy?"

"I," she trailed off, seeing the tall figure in her yard, "What?"

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing," Kristy insisted, as Stavros disappeared, "Just . . ."

"Are you worried that he'll come back? He'd be an idiot to do that. With the police being here and everything," Dawn interjected, "If you want us to stay, we will."

Kristy looked back out at the darkening day and the moon rising over the horizon. Nothing is going to happen to me, she thought, it's all some bad dream. Plus with my friends here I'll be safe, "Stay. Please stay. I don't want to be alone."

"Of course we'll stay," Mary Anne replied softly, "For as long as you want."

"Thanks."


Kristy, Kristy, Stavros thought, as he watched the scene from her yard. You don't know what you're doing. You've got to get out of there now, and come to me. I must teach you what you need to know. Come to me my love. Walking quickly, he approached the house.


Kristy tried to concentrate on the movie playing on the television in front of her, as she watched the moon peak over the top of the trees. See nothing, she thought, scratching her arm. Glancing down at her arm, she stifled a scream as she saw the dark hair growing on it.

"I have to go the bathroom," she cried, jumping to her feet, "I'll be right back."

"Honey," Elizabeth asked, "Are you all right?"

"Fine! I had too much soda," Kristy promised, slamming the door behind her, "Oh what's happening to me?"

Staring at the dark hair spreading across her arms, a fire shot through her abdomen. Collapsing on the ground, she stretched out in a vein attempt to relieve herself of the agony running through her. Eyes opened in horror, she watched the fur cover hands. Her fingers curled, and she cried out as razor sharp claws ripped into the bathroom rug. Twisting her body, she felt her body shrink and become that of an animal. Sitting back on her newly formed haunches, the bones shifted in her face, as a muzzle shot out and fangs replaced her once human teeth. Collapsing down on the floor one final time, all human instinct and rational fell away, as she changed into the wolf. Rising back on all fours, a deep guttural growl resounded in her throat.


To be continued.