An American Werewolf In Vegas

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A/N: Wow, thank you for your encouragement, I didn't know if this story would appeal to anyone. Thank you for your kind reviews and to Ambient Flames for her suggestion. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter Two: Folk Songs

Crying always seemed weak, the weak and the worthless cried, showing their emotions to everyone. Those little drops of sadness, hatred and things forgotten. As the wetness coated your eyelids, the heavy feeling of tears wanting to spill over the edge and show everyone what you were actually made of, the deep lump of emotion stuck in your throat, it was then that you wanted to pour your heart out to the world. As Sara ran towards a screaming Grissom she knew of only two things, if she didn't get to him fast he would be dead. If she got to him, how would she fend off whatever was attacking Grissom. Her thigh became heavy as she remembered the chunk of metal attached to her skinny thigh. She ran, she ran as fast as her legs would take her until she noticed Grissom's limp body being dragged from behind a black SUV.

NO! She screamed internally, he couldn't be dead but it was then that Dorothy's cold corpse pushed itself into her thought-infested mind. She had died within minutes, her throat being ripped like a piece of meat. Meat, Sara had considered meat not part of her daily diet anymore, after seeing Grissom's experiment with the pig she had been put off forever. Even if she were still a meat eater, seeing how someone's body could be ripped to shreds would have put her off. She stood transfixed at the beast hovering over Grissom's limp body. She could hear it's breath, she could smell the stench. She was sure that was the smell of death, cold hard and burning to the nostrils.

It's heavy and muscular body shook with excitement, she knew that it seen Grissom as it's next meal. It's claws were extended beyond reach, it was getting ready for the kill. What did she have to do, her icy hands grabbing the butt of the gun. She hoped to God that the trigger didn't stick; she needed to help Grissom before it was too late.

She lifted the gun, time seemed suspended as she rose the gun to the beasts hairy back. It's fur was matted with sweat and grease, dirt and grass. It smelled wild and angry, Sara's eyes closed as she listened to it's rough un even breathing.

Sara cried, she cried and cried, her tears spilling over her pale freckled cheeks. The tears warming her cold face, the night air had turned chilly and she had forgotten altogether about keeping her jacket close to her body. Her vision was blurred, she could see something tall and heavy rising and staring straight at her, it couldn't have been Grissom. With her free hand she wiped her tears, but they kept coming. She was in a state of utter shock and she knew not what to do. The beast snarled and growled at her, she shook, the gun rattling in her hand.

Pull the damn trigger Sara, Grissom's unconscious and the beast is after you!

She raised the gun towards the wolf like beast, it's teeth showing, yellow and gruesome. She shivered as she stared into it's yellow and orange glassy eyes. The pupils dilating.

She pulled the trigger, the wolf staggering back an inch and rising higher than before. She screamed, she screamed for help as the wolf pounced on her and ripped her clothing with it's sharp claws, she could feel warmth against her ribs, it was blood. The beast had scratched her, she grit her teeth as she pulled the trigger, once twice three times. The wolf crying out in pain, howling, it's voice almost singing a song of pain and anguish. The eyes stared at Sara, cold hard eyes; she felt a weight lifted from her body as the beast fled.

Sara lay on the concrete; her hair knotted and twisted, her body limp, Adrenaline fading. She stared at the sky the stars twinkled, the moon beamed at her from it's corner, the black sky illuminating as the moon smiled down at Sara. She stared at it what seemed like forever, her mind calculating how many stars were twinkling tonight. Her mind kicked in, Grissom's named spilled from her trembling lips. She rose slowly, her tired body screaming at her to lie back down, she couldn't. She needed to know whether Grissom was alive or dead, the tears spilled once more, her jacket wet at the collar with her tears of love pain and fear.

She took one step at a time, her boots-sounding heavy on the hard concrete, Grissom's shadow blurred by her teary vision. She couldn't go through with it, she couldn't look upon his limp body and cry for things which hadn't happened. That wolf had killed Dorothy and probably her boyfriend too, it had probably killed Grissom and now, she had to find out. She wiped her tears away angrily Grissom needed her.

Groaning could be heard, a soft painful groaning, it was coming from Grissom. She gasped as relief washed over her, her cold body shivering with hope. She inched her way towards Grissom, his body huddled together, he looked to be in pain. She bent down and noticed that his face was scratched with the force of him falling. His beard bloody, the hair matted to his chin. His eyes seemed lost as he stared at Sara.

"Gr-Grissom?" Her voice stopped momentarily, the lump in her throat making it hard to swallow. He looked at her with blank eyes.

"Are you O-OK?"

He blinked slowly and groaned. His back and neck had been slashed, his jacket ripped to shreds. The blood had stopped and left a trail running down his torso. Sara was reminded of Dorothy, the river of blood that surrounded her frail body. Her eyes welling up once more. He had to be OK, only his eyes they told a different story. They were grey and dull; he looked as if he couldn't focus on anything. He twitched in pain, a scream forming on his lips. His back arched into the black night, his blood spilling over the concrete the agony in his voice making Sara cover her ears with her hands. She could smell his blood; it was hot and spicy, metallic and sweet. He cried out, his body on fire. His lips bloody, he couldn't stop biting them. He was in pain, in terrible pain. Sara called out to him, he screamed in reply.

Sara's hand was reaching into her coat pocket, she needed to phone Catherine or Brass or somebody. She felt a splitting pain in her head her eyes were burning. Her chest heaved in and out. She could feel the blood in her veins pumping extremely fast, her arteries bloating in size. The pain, the excruciating pain. She collapsed on the ground next to Grissom her hands ripping her skin she was hot. She needed to cool down; she looked up to the sky, her cries mingling with Grissom's the dark night slowly took over her mind as she closed her eyes to dull the pain.

The air smelled of blood, anger and fury. Grissom's nostrils flared as he took in the daily smells of life. The trees, the grass, the dirty tarmac. He opened his eyes slowly his vision blurred somewhat. He could swear that he had had a bad dream. Wolves and screaming. The screaming chilled him to the bone as he registered it had came from him. He remembered searing hot pain and darkness and the smell of Sara.

SARA!

He searched around frantically as his eyes adjusted to the dark of the night. He could see blood and clothing. He turned around and noticed Sara's body lying next to his. She wasn't moving. Her long brown hair bathing her head. He crawled over to her and checked her pulse, her thin pale wrist looked fragile, as if holding it too tightly might break her wrist. Her pulse was steady, loud and steady. Her soft breathing comforting him. He whispered her name softly as to not disturb her. Her eyes fluttered wildly as if she were dreaming.

"Sara honey.."

Her eyes fluttered again, she moaned as her eyes opened to the darkness of the night. Her joints ached as she sat up and searched for Grissom. He sat next to her, his curls unruly, his eyes a ghostly shade of blue. His face looked pale in the moonlight, blood had dried on his beard making him seem evil.

"Griss?"

His eyes quickly found her brown ones; he searched them to see if she could remember anything. She nodded stiffly.

"Are you…alright?"

Grissom nodded. He smiled softly reassuring her.

"I'm fine, although I'm rather stiff."

"Your joints feel like they haven't been used in years?"

He nodded rubbing his shoulder. The cold night air made them both shiver; the air blew the trees, the wind whistled to them both in a hauntingly familiar tune. The moon mocked both Grissom and Sara, it had seen the actions of the beast, it had witnessed their attack of weakness. It had watched as they had howled in pain while searching each other out. The moon had witnessed many secrets; this was one secret it couldn't keep.

To Be Continued…

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