THE BEAST WITHIN
The half-moon looked like a sickle as it shone through the window at number twelve Grimmauld Place. Slumbering within lay Professor Remus Lupin. The man had fallen into a dream state and in that dream, the Beast was unleashed...
He stalked to the familiar bed. The form of the woman was easy to distinguish with her dark head nestled comfortably against one pillow while she had another pillow hugged to her body. Nymphadora Tonks. She appeared to be the very essence of innocence and purity, all that could be beautiful in his life.
But the Werewolf leaned forward until his muzzle was mere inches away from the woman. The black nose twitched as he caught her scent and the blood lust began to fill him.
But an echo of the human mind remained and Remus felt the cold dread entering his heart. The danger was evident, but he was helpless to stop the events. Remus could feel himself shouting in his mind, "No!"
The Werewolf seemed to sneer in response. He would have his prey!
The woman suddenly opened her eyes and stared at the creature looming above her for a moment.
The Werewolf expected fear, he reveled in the shrieks to come, he--
Whimpered like a puppy when the woman slammed her wand against his sensitive nose with a mighty swat. The Werewolf stepped back a pace and shook his head.
The woman sat up in bed now as she finally recognized her dilemma.
The Werewolf's face turned into an ugly grimace. He would make her feel fear! So the Werewolf opened his jaws and emitted a mighty growl.
The noise was tremendous with the air pressing the woman's hair back as if in a mighty wind! The gaping maw of death was upon her--
Until she tossed something down the Werewolf's throat.
Cough, cough. The Werewolf was silenced as the morsel stuck in his craw. He beat at his chest with a paw and finally managed to swallow. Mm. Chocolate. Honeyduke's chocolate, if he were any judge.
The woman was now kneeling on the bed with her hand on her hips. "Feeling less grumpy now?"
The Werewolf wasn't ready to give up on his prey yet, however. A quick snap of his jaws would end this encounter. His muzzle darted forward quickly--
Just in time for Tonks to score a direct hit on his chin with a pillow that snapped his teeth together. The pillow then plopped into the grasp of his paws.
"Fine, you can have the pillow back. Now, come to bed." Tonks moved over to make room.
The Werewolf looked at the pillow he held and felt a gleam of victory. He got into bed, but turned his back on the vicious woman who had walloped his nose, tried to asphyxiate him with chocolate and had beaten him into submission with a pillow. By the time he was comfortably settled, he was Remus Lupin again.
Remus heard Tonks mumbling, "And men complain about PMS. Really!"
But then he felt Tonks pressing against him as she hugged his back and her arm went around his waist. All was forgiven as she held him tightly.
Remus woke with a start. He wasn't sure what was more disturbing, his fear that the Werewolf would harm Tonks or that she would actually share a bed with him. Could it be true? Did Nymphadora Tonks have no fear of the Werewolf?
Remus closed his eyes again, but as he drifted off to sleep, he swore he could feel her comforting touch. It was a night for very good dreams indeed.
TBC
Smile. One more dream to go. Thanks for the reviews, hope the humor makes up for fluff. Glad to see Ein is appreciated by others, by the way.
The half-moon looked like a sickle as it shone through the window at number twelve Grimmauld Place. Slumbering within lay Professor Remus Lupin. The man had fallen into a dream state and in that dream, the Beast was unleashed...
He stalked to the familiar bed. The form of the woman was easy to distinguish with her dark head nestled comfortably against one pillow while she had another pillow hugged to her body. Nymphadora Tonks. She appeared to be the very essence of innocence and purity, all that could be beautiful in his life.
But the Werewolf leaned forward until his muzzle was mere inches away from the woman. The black nose twitched as he caught her scent and the blood lust began to fill him.
But an echo of the human mind remained and Remus felt the cold dread entering his heart. The danger was evident, but he was helpless to stop the events. Remus could feel himself shouting in his mind, "No!"
The Werewolf seemed to sneer in response. He would have his prey!
The woman suddenly opened her eyes and stared at the creature looming above her for a moment.
The Werewolf expected fear, he reveled in the shrieks to come, he--
Whimpered like a puppy when the woman slammed her wand against his sensitive nose with a mighty swat. The Werewolf stepped back a pace and shook his head.
The woman sat up in bed now as she finally recognized her dilemma.
The Werewolf's face turned into an ugly grimace. He would make her feel fear! So the Werewolf opened his jaws and emitted a mighty growl.
The noise was tremendous with the air pressing the woman's hair back as if in a mighty wind! The gaping maw of death was upon her--
Until she tossed something down the Werewolf's throat.
Cough, cough. The Werewolf was silenced as the morsel stuck in his craw. He beat at his chest with a paw and finally managed to swallow. Mm. Chocolate. Honeyduke's chocolate, if he were any judge.
The woman was now kneeling on the bed with her hand on her hips. "Feeling less grumpy now?"
The Werewolf wasn't ready to give up on his prey yet, however. A quick snap of his jaws would end this encounter. His muzzle darted forward quickly--
Just in time for Tonks to score a direct hit on his chin with a pillow that snapped his teeth together. The pillow then plopped into the grasp of his paws.
"Fine, you can have the pillow back. Now, come to bed." Tonks moved over to make room.
The Werewolf looked at the pillow he held and felt a gleam of victory. He got into bed, but turned his back on the vicious woman who had walloped his nose, tried to asphyxiate him with chocolate and had beaten him into submission with a pillow. By the time he was comfortably settled, he was Remus Lupin again.
Remus heard Tonks mumbling, "And men complain about PMS. Really!"
But then he felt Tonks pressing against him as she hugged his back and her arm went around his waist. All was forgiven as she held him tightly.
Remus woke with a start. He wasn't sure what was more disturbing, his fear that the Werewolf would harm Tonks or that she would actually share a bed with him. Could it be true? Did Nymphadora Tonks have no fear of the Werewolf?
Remus closed his eyes again, but as he drifted off to sleep, he swore he could feel her comforting touch. It was a night for very good dreams indeed.
TBC
Smile. One more dream to go. Thanks for the reviews, hope the humor makes up for fluff. Glad to see Ein is appreciated by others, by the way.