My house was quiet since my parents had gone out for the evening and my little brother was at a friend's house. Willow and I were on my couch, supposedly having a study date, but we'd been doing way more dating than studying. Anyway, we were just coming up for air when the doorbell rang. Will gave me her cute little, don't-answer-the-door-stay-here-with-me-and-have-much-smoochies pout, but as tempting as she was I had to answer the door.
"I'll be right back," I promised her.
"You'd better," she pouted as she picked up our latest English Lit assignment, Shakespeare's Twelfth Night, and began to pretend to read as I walked to the front door.
"Oh my goddess," I cried when I saw Illyria distressed and bleeding heavily on my porch.
"What is it," Willow asked, running to the door to see for herself.
"I appear to be in need of medical attention," Illyria answered softly.
"Come sit on the couch why I go get the first aid kit," I suggested helping Illyria to the couch.
"What happened?" Willow asked squeezing Illyria's hand sympathetically.
"I believe I was attacked by a werewolf." Illyria informed us quite aware of our gasps of shock. "Do not worry, you are safe with me, I will not turn into a werewolf myself until the next full moon."
"Are you sure it was a werewolf?" Willow asked.
"A large dog in Sunnydale on the night before the full moon, I think my suspicion is valid." Illyria observed in a voice heavy with irony.
"Tara, I'll call Giles, while you bandage the wound," Willow took charge. "Blood makes me nauseous," she admitted before leaving the room to make her phone call.
"You'll be okay," I assured Illyria. "We'll find a way to fix this."
"I find that highly unlikely," Illyria commented weakly before she fainted.
"Giles is on his way," Willow said, walking back in.
"Good," I stood up and looked worriedly at her, "because we need to solve this before any more people are attacked."
