Dancing with a Werewolf
A/N: I decided to change the summary b/c not enough people are reading it, and that's probably cuz the summary's boring, but it's still the same story.
I was kinda scared to write this chapter, but this has to happen, so . . .
Chapter Six - Control
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
She approached the shack warily. It didn't exactly look haunted, but then again, neither did Hogwarts, and the ghosts were plentiful there. "Lumos," she said, holding her wand steady in her hand.
She began to circle the shack. There were no windows on it. No doors, either. Rozlyn sighed in frustration.
"Maybe there's a hidden door somewhere," she said to herself. 'After all, who would build a house with no way to get out or in?'
She circled the shack again slowly muttering, "Alohomora," at places where there might have been potential doors. No luck. She had walked around the place four times. (A/N: hey, this makes me wonder if anyone can Apparate into the shack . . . hmm, maybe it's a lot easier to get into Hogwarts than we all thought?)
Rozlyn stamped her foot on the ground. 'Now what?' she thought, fresh out of ideas. She had to get inside there. She just had to. There was nowhere else she could go. And Hogwarts right now was completely out of the question.
'Maybe there's some kind of illusion spell on it,' she thought, touching the side of the shack. 'Maybe there is a door here, but I just can't see it.' She sighed. 'It's a shame that I can't just blast my way in . . . )
She stopped what she was doing as an idea formulated in her mind. Why couldn't she? She could "blast" her way in, as long as no one took notice.
She went around to the back of the shack again. 'Right here,' she thought, excitedly. She could just make a small hole, big enough for her to crawl in and out of. And it would have to be low to the ground, so now grown up wizard would notice. 'And no kid wizard would come by the shack anyways with it being "haunted" and all.'
Rozlyn grinned. It looked as if her plan just might work.
-Remus P.O.V.-
The werewolf had completely taken over, and Remus had let himself go. That's how it always happened. When he became a werewolf, he lost his true self, and all he wanted to do was hurt and kill.
In the past, he had tried to control it, but it was no use. He could feel himself slipping away as he transformed, and the strain only made him stressed out, so that when was a wolf the human emoti0ons he still possessed made it even harder to deal with.
It was much easier this way - to just let go. Even with the constant fear that he'd somehow dig so deep into the werewolf's mind that he wouldn't be able to get out. To be stuck as a werewolf was his worst fear.
At the moment, Remus was tearing the cushion on the armchair downstairs to shreds. 'Destroy . . . kill . . . rip . . .' (A/N: sound familiar, eh?) The words ran through his head over and over. And instead of fighting them, he gave in.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
She hacked at the tiny hole she had made with her knife. Well, technically it was her truck transfigured into a knife. The hole was now big enough to get her hand through. She groaned. It had been forty-five minutes since she started, and this was all she had accomplished. If she continued like this, she wouldn't be through until another few hours passed.
-Remus P.O.V.-
Remus leapt off of the armchair. He snarled. He had caught a scent - a human scent. He crept out of the room and up the stairs.
Once up there, he immediately found the source of the smell. It was a human.
Remus growled low in his throat. The smell of blood was thick on this human. Tantalizingly thick. Remus could barely restrain himself.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
There was sweat on her forehead. She realized she hadn't taken a break yet, but she didn't care. She'd be able to rest once she got inside.
Already she could stick both hands into the hole. A few more scrapings and she'd be able to stick her head in there. She checked her watch. It was almost three in the morning. She groaned aloud. She needed to hurry, or else someone might wake up and come to investigate.
And that was the last thing she wanted to happen.
-Remus P.O.V.-
He was antsy with anticipation. Where was it? Where was that human? Why wasn't it in here yet? He paced back and forth, then settled himself in a dark corner behind the four poster bed to wait.
'Hurry up, human,' he thought, growling. 'I'm getting hungry.'
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
She was finished! Finally! She almost collapsed right there without even bothering to go inside. It was almost six on her watch. Witches and wizards would be waking up now.
That thought gave her the strength to crawl forward into the hole. It was pitch black, even with the light from the hole behind her.
Rozlyn shuddered. There was bad karma coming from this place. It reeked of danger and . . . Rozlyn shook her head hard. She would not start thinking like that.
"No," she whispered. "I am not afraid. It's not haunted. Those are all just stor - "
She froze suddenly. She thought she heard a low growl from across the room. "Hello?" she whispered, her voice shaking. "Wh-who's there?"
There was no answer, but his time she was sure she heard something.
"Lu-lumos," she stammered. Her wand lit up and her whole body went numb. Her wand slipped out of her hand and clattered loudly on the floor before the light on the end went out.
Rozlyn began to scream. She was in the dark. Alone.
With a monster.
-Remus P.O.V.-
His eyes glowed brightly. His mouth watered. She looked absolutely delicious. And he'd never had a human to play with before.
He advanced on her slowly, cautiously. He could see her perfectly in the dark. She was emitting some kind of shrieking sound and covering her head.
Remus winced. Her voice was getting on his nerves. He growled, then ran toward her and pounced. So much for timidness.
Her clothes ripped in the process, exposing her bare shoulder. A drop of his saliva landed on her skin, glinting in the darkness. He lowered his head to bite her.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
She was frozen. The monster had her. She was on the ground under him. His weight was balanced mostly on her chest. She figured she would pass out from lack of oxygen before he killed her.
She began to shake uncontrollably. Her voice was gone. She had stopped screaming. What was the point? The shrieking shack was haunted. Who would come up to investigate? A part of her was stunned that her mind was still thinking so rationally.
She stiffened as she felt something sharp graze her shoulder. When had her clothes ripped? Then, she felt the worst pain imaginable as the teeth of the monster sank into her shoulder.
Before she could get out another scream, her eyes rolled back in her head, and everything went dark.
-Remus P.O.V.-
'She tasted as delicious as she looked,' he thought, subconsciously. 'Wait? What?' He was human again, and laying on something soft. There was a sweet metallic taste in his mouth. He almost gagged as he realized it was blood.
He had probably bitten himself again. Surprisingly, he couldn't feel any pain anywhere. 'Oh, great. I've paralyzed myself,' he thought, miserably.
He opened one eye and the sight that greeted him shocked him so much that he could do nothing, but stare blankly.
He stood up and stared some more. "Roz - lyn?" he whispered, hoarsely. Her shoulder was completely covered in blood. Realization hit him like a ton of twenty-pound bricks.
"NO!" he screamed. "NO!" He rushed over to her, spitting blood madly out of his mouth. "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!"
He started to shake her fiercely. "Wake up, dammit! Wake up! Damn you! You stupid girl! Wake up! WAKE UP!" Tears were pouring down his bloodstained face.
He moved away from her in shock. He couldn't have. He couldn't have. Not Rozlyn. Not her. 'Oh, God! Let this be a dream!'
He slid down in the corner having lost all feeling in his legs. 'ROZLYN! ROZLYN!' his mind screamed her name over and over. He suddenly became very dizzy. Before he knew what was happening, he had sank into the pit of darkness that threatened to envelope him.
-.-
Oh God, don't hate me, you guys. I feel so bad about posting this chapter, and now I'm depressed. Please make me feel better by reviewing.
Ariana S.
A/N: I decided to change the summary b/c not enough people are reading it, and that's probably cuz the summary's boring, but it's still the same story.
I was kinda scared to write this chapter, but this has to happen, so . . .
Chapter Six - Control
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
She approached the shack warily. It didn't exactly look haunted, but then again, neither did Hogwarts, and the ghosts were plentiful there. "Lumos," she said, holding her wand steady in her hand.
She began to circle the shack. There were no windows on it. No doors, either. Rozlyn sighed in frustration.
"Maybe there's a hidden door somewhere," she said to herself. 'After all, who would build a house with no way to get out or in?'
She circled the shack again slowly muttering, "Alohomora," at places where there might have been potential doors. No luck. She had walked around the place four times. (A/N: hey, this makes me wonder if anyone can Apparate into the shack . . . hmm, maybe it's a lot easier to get into Hogwarts than we all thought?)
Rozlyn stamped her foot on the ground. 'Now what?' she thought, fresh out of ideas. She had to get inside there. She just had to. There was nowhere else she could go. And Hogwarts right now was completely out of the question.
'Maybe there's some kind of illusion spell on it,' she thought, touching the side of the shack. 'Maybe there is a door here, but I just can't see it.' She sighed. 'It's a shame that I can't just blast my way in . . . )
She stopped what she was doing as an idea formulated in her mind. Why couldn't she? She could "blast" her way in, as long as no one took notice.
She went around to the back of the shack again. 'Right here,' she thought, excitedly. She could just make a small hole, big enough for her to crawl in and out of. And it would have to be low to the ground, so now grown up wizard would notice. 'And no kid wizard would come by the shack anyways with it being "haunted" and all.'
Rozlyn grinned. It looked as if her plan just might work.
-Remus P.O.V.-
The werewolf had completely taken over, and Remus had let himself go. That's how it always happened. When he became a werewolf, he lost his true self, and all he wanted to do was hurt and kill.
In the past, he had tried to control it, but it was no use. He could feel himself slipping away as he transformed, and the strain only made him stressed out, so that when was a wolf the human emoti0ons he still possessed made it even harder to deal with.
It was much easier this way - to just let go. Even with the constant fear that he'd somehow dig so deep into the werewolf's mind that he wouldn't be able to get out. To be stuck as a werewolf was his worst fear.
At the moment, Remus was tearing the cushion on the armchair downstairs to shreds. 'Destroy . . . kill . . . rip . . .' (A/N: sound familiar, eh?) The words ran through his head over and over. And instead of fighting them, he gave in.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
She hacked at the tiny hole she had made with her knife. Well, technically it was her truck transfigured into a knife. The hole was now big enough to get her hand through. She groaned. It had been forty-five minutes since she started, and this was all she had accomplished. If she continued like this, she wouldn't be through until another few hours passed.
-Remus P.O.V.-
Remus leapt off of the armchair. He snarled. He had caught a scent - a human scent. He crept out of the room and up the stairs.
Once up there, he immediately found the source of the smell. It was a human.
Remus growled low in his throat. The smell of blood was thick on this human. Tantalizingly thick. Remus could barely restrain himself.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
There was sweat on her forehead. She realized she hadn't taken a break yet, but she didn't care. She'd be able to rest once she got inside.
Already she could stick both hands into the hole. A few more scrapings and she'd be able to stick her head in there. She checked her watch. It was almost three in the morning. She groaned aloud. She needed to hurry, or else someone might wake up and come to investigate.
And that was the last thing she wanted to happen.
-Remus P.O.V.-
He was antsy with anticipation. Where was it? Where was that human? Why wasn't it in here yet? He paced back and forth, then settled himself in a dark corner behind the four poster bed to wait.
'Hurry up, human,' he thought, growling. 'I'm getting hungry.'
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
She was finished! Finally! She almost collapsed right there without even bothering to go inside. It was almost six on her watch. Witches and wizards would be waking up now.
That thought gave her the strength to crawl forward into the hole. It was pitch black, even with the light from the hole behind her.
Rozlyn shuddered. There was bad karma coming from this place. It reeked of danger and . . . Rozlyn shook her head hard. She would not start thinking like that.
"No," she whispered. "I am not afraid. It's not haunted. Those are all just stor - "
She froze suddenly. She thought she heard a low growl from across the room. "Hello?" she whispered, her voice shaking. "Wh-who's there?"
There was no answer, but his time she was sure she heard something.
"Lu-lumos," she stammered. Her wand lit up and her whole body went numb. Her wand slipped out of her hand and clattered loudly on the floor before the light on the end went out.
Rozlyn began to scream. She was in the dark. Alone.
With a monster.
-Remus P.O.V.-
His eyes glowed brightly. His mouth watered. She looked absolutely delicious. And he'd never had a human to play with before.
He advanced on her slowly, cautiously. He could see her perfectly in the dark. She was emitting some kind of shrieking sound and covering her head.
Remus winced. Her voice was getting on his nerves. He growled, then ran toward her and pounced. So much for timidness.
Her clothes ripped in the process, exposing her bare shoulder. A drop of his saliva landed on her skin, glinting in the darkness. He lowered his head to bite her.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
She was frozen. The monster had her. She was on the ground under him. His weight was balanced mostly on her chest. She figured she would pass out from lack of oxygen before he killed her.
She began to shake uncontrollably. Her voice was gone. She had stopped screaming. What was the point? The shrieking shack was haunted. Who would come up to investigate? A part of her was stunned that her mind was still thinking so rationally.
She stiffened as she felt something sharp graze her shoulder. When had her clothes ripped? Then, she felt the worst pain imaginable as the teeth of the monster sank into her shoulder.
Before she could get out another scream, her eyes rolled back in her head, and everything went dark.
-Remus P.O.V.-
'She tasted as delicious as she looked,' he thought, subconsciously. 'Wait? What?' He was human again, and laying on something soft. There was a sweet metallic taste in his mouth. He almost gagged as he realized it was blood.
He had probably bitten himself again. Surprisingly, he couldn't feel any pain anywhere. 'Oh, great. I've paralyzed myself,' he thought, miserably.
He opened one eye and the sight that greeted him shocked him so much that he could do nothing, but stare blankly.
He stood up and stared some more. "Roz - lyn?" he whispered, hoarsely. Her shoulder was completely covered in blood. Realization hit him like a ton of twenty-pound bricks.
"NO!" he screamed. "NO!" He rushed over to her, spitting blood madly out of his mouth. "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!"
He started to shake her fiercely. "Wake up, dammit! Wake up! Damn you! You stupid girl! Wake up! WAKE UP!" Tears were pouring down his bloodstained face.
He moved away from her in shock. He couldn't have. He couldn't have. Not Rozlyn. Not her. 'Oh, God! Let this be a dream!'
He slid down in the corner having lost all feeling in his legs. 'ROZLYN! ROZLYN!' his mind screamed her name over and over. He suddenly became very dizzy. Before he knew what was happening, he had sank into the pit of darkness that threatened to envelope him.
-.-
Oh God, don't hate me, you guys. I feel so bad about posting this chapter, and now I'm depressed. Please make me feel better by reviewing.
Ariana S.