Legend of the Wolf Demon

By SugarHighNutcase

To those who have reviewed so far- many thanks! Feedback is always appreciated. I think this is where the action finally begins, so I hope you enjoy. Also, now that the action's beginning, we'll be finding out more about this mysterious girl next chapter. Finally, I'll be able to refer to her, not as "she" or "the girl", but her actual name! Anyway, enjoy, and please leave a review!

Chapter 4

Will climbed awkwardly up to the ship, still carrying the bleeding girl in his arms. Jack, Gibbs, and the three crew members were trailing behind him, but he hadn't waited. Will was greeted by Elizabeth, who, once seeing the wounded girl, ushered the two into the bedroom she shared with Will.

"What happened?" she asked as Will laid the girl on the bed.

"Gibbs thought she was some animal going to attack us. He shot her."

Elizabeth brought out some bandages she always kept with her when Jack and Will were together- those two got into so much trouble- and nodded toward the door. "I'm going to ask you to leave; give us a bit of privacy for a moment. I just need to look at the wound and bandage her up."

He nodded and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

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A while later, Elizabeth came out, her hands tinged with blood. "I'm going to wash my hands," she said to Will, "and get something to eat. You hungry?" He shook his head. "Do you mind watching her while I'm gone? In case anything happens, you know."

Will stood, nodding. "Sure," he murmured. Elizabeth kissed his cheek and walked away; Will turned and went inside the room.

He found the girl lying on the bloodstained bed. She was stirring, coming out of unconsciousness. Will pulled a chair up beside her, and waited for her to come to.

She opened her eyes, took in her surroundings, and immediately sat up, frantically searching the room for enemies. Finding only Will, watching her with slight amusement, she seemed to relax.

When she merely watched him and said nothing, Will spoke up. "Are you feeling all right? Elizabeth- my wife- took care of your wound, but it looked pretty bad. Are you sore? Need anything?" The girl simply stared at him, though Will thought he saw something flash in her eyes. Thinking she didn't understand English, he smiled as though to reassure her. Noticing blood seeping into the dress she still wore, he reached out gently, so as not to alarm her, telling her that she should lie down. "I'll get Elizabeth to change the bandage; it must be bad if it's bleeding so much. Just-"

But he did not get to finish, because at the moment his hand touched her shoulder, the girl lunged out, and bit him- hard- on the wrist. Will yelped and tried to pull back, but her sharp teeth merely sunk in deeper, as though in warning. Will shook his arm, trying to fling the girl off, and finally she let go. Swearing, Will fell backward, clutching his bleeding hand, and staring at the girl in alarm.

She wasted no time in acting. The moment Will had fallen, she was out of the bed and bolting toward the door. She flung it open and raced past the stunned crew. Will swore again, and followed.

On deck, Will caught the girl as she trying to jump overboard. Will's yells had alerted the entire crew, and as they, Jack, and Elizabeth ran out to see what was going on, Will grabbed the girl's arm, taking no notice of his audience. He held the struggling girl back from the water below, and, although they could not understand the language she spoke, they could tell she was cursing furiously.

She kicked at Will as he struggled to hold her back, and his grip loosened as her foot made contact with his shin. He had let down his guard for a moment, but it was enough for her. She jerked an arm away from Will, and quickly whipped out a shining dagger. She held up the blade menacingly, but Will, undaunted, merely grabbed hold of her wrist. She squirmed, trying to get away, but his grip held firm.

The girl, however, had excellent fight instincts, and in a flash, she had twisted around, jerked her arm loose, and hurled the dagger across the deck. Will didn't bother to look at where it'd gone, for he was sure she'd missed her target, whatever it was. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her, pinning her arms to her sides. It was only when she stopped fighting to smirk at him as a scream sounded. Will whipped he head around, and all color drained from his face.

The girl, apparently, had good aim. Even though she was being restrained by a man twice her size and strength, and even though her view of her target was obscured, she had hit her mark. Will could see the head of the dagger protruding from Elizabeth's shoulder.

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A while later, the girl had been bound to a bed and locked in a room for the time being. Will paced the room as Gibbs examined the wound and the dagger. Finally, the man looked up, and Will came to a halt beside the bed in which his wife lay.

Gibbs sighed. "The dagger was poisoned," he said solemnly. "With what, I dunno. I'm sorry, Will."