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Chapter 3

New Smells

Shaggy sat next to Velma on the private jet ride. He was nervous, running over what he was going to say and do. Focusing on anything but the scent of his friends. A part of him, however small, still longed for their flesh. It was his nightmare all over again, images kept swimming of it everytime he let his mind rest. Scooby was walking around, but every once in a while Shaggy saw him glance at him and then at the rest. Could he smell Shaggy's urge..... Shaggy looked at his torn shoes, watching his claws wiggle out the tips. He looked at his clawed fingers, furry digit tapping the arm rest, he'd made a whole in the material. Velma was reading a book, but he caught her glances at him. He sniffed the air, catching her emotions. Fear, unease, tension, and something like curiosity. He turned his head sharply away catching something unfamiliar, and also not wanting to answer the questions she thought of asking. Shaggy looked across at Fred and Daphne. Fred was looking at Shaggy's feet, his emotions where unreadable. Daphne was staring directly at him, and when he looked at her, she didn't look away right away. She was confused and a little afraid, nothing more.

"Shaggy?" asked Velma, her voice seemed louder than normal, but it could have just been his hearing.

"Yes?" he asked, his voice was louder... it was his hearing.

"Are you hungry?" asked Velma.

'More than you can imagine,' his own thought scared him, "Yeah, I guess.... like Daph, you got any food on this thing?"

"Yeah, I'll get some." Daphne stood and walked passed Fred, whose eyes shot to her form.

Shaggy knew that Fred had feelings for Daphne, but he didn't need to smell this. Shaggy looked at Scooby, he seemed un-phased by the new smell. Shaggy couldn't understand why he hadn't noticed all this the last time, 'Because you where freaking out,' his mind yelled. Yeah, he had been. Why wasn't he know. Velma noticed the corner of his lip flair, and continued to watch him. Shaggy knew why he wasn't so jumpy, simply because his closest friends hadn't ran screaming from him, they had argued to go with him. As well, as this time, he knew what was going on and what to do. He felt eyes watching him, he looked at Velma. She was smiling, and looking at his waist... she started to giggle.

"What?" asked Shaggy, feeling uneasy.

"... your tails wagging...." she looked away, fighting back laughter.

Shaggy glared at his tail, but smiled none the less. Fred was smirking as well. Shaggy didn't know why he did it, but he stuck his tongue out at Fred, who retaliated. Shaggy went back to staring out the window, he saw Velma shift out of the corner of his eye. That smell again. He felt the wolf in him shift uneasily. His gut lurching, he turned his head quickly. He wasn't sure, but he was almost completely positive he wanted to eat her. He shook it off, the wolf in him calmed and he looked out the window. Velma stood up, and crouched down under her seat, the sudden shift made him turn to look at her. The smell hit him again, he couldn't shake it this time. He found himself looking at her, though no images flashed, no blood, no thirst. Maybe his wolf side couldn't figure it out either, it was trying to put the puzzle together. She turned around about to stand, she was holding her bag. She froze and hit the window. Shaggy snapped out of his trance, he realized that he was no longer sitting in his seat. He'd shifted, half in his seat, his face had been less than an inch away shoulder blades. Shaggy sat back in his seat, eyes wide. Fred was looking at him wide eyed, his head tilted. Amusement was the scent in the air, and complete fear on Velma's side.

"Sorry," said Shaggy, he looked at Scooby, hoping for some sort of recollection, Scooby's one ear was cocked sharing the same expression as Fred.

"I got some food, what I miss?" asked Daphne, pushing a cart full of food.

"Shaggy scaring the bejesus out of Velma." said Fred, with a snicker, "His tail wagging the whole time."

"It was not." said Shaggy.

"Ras, roo," chuckled Scooby.

"I'm sorry Velma, I don't know what that was." said Shaggy, apologizing again.

"It's okay, you just startled me, that's all." said Velma with a small laugh as she looked at the cart.

Shaggy looked before him, nothing his body craved was on it. He saw Velma about to ask for something, but he already held a hot dog for her. She smiled and took it from his clawed hand as if it was normal. Shaggy himself was getting uneasy that his friends were okay with all of this. A part of him wanted to tell them that he had spent the passed six hours thinking of a hundred different ways to eat them, just to make sure they didn't get too comfortable in case this was permanent.

"Shag!" Shaggy looked at Fred, as he tossed something in a plastic container at him.

"What is it?" asked Shaggy, pulling off the lid, nevermind, he could smell what it was.

"Uncooked stake, not sure if you...." Daphne stopped talking as Shaggy tore into it, "I guess that is what you wanted."

"Thanks," grumbled Shaggy as he saw more containers on the bottom of the shelf and began to grab them.

"Huh, surprisingly.. I'm not grossed out by this," shrugged Fred, "Did you want something else?"

"No," Shaggy continued eating, wanting to smother the urge to eat Fred, Daphne, Velma, and Scooby.

A short while later the jet flew over the ocean, it would be a while yet. They wouldn't arrive till later tonight. Shaggy was glad the urge was gone... for now. Scooby lay at his feet. The reassurance of that made Shaggy feel less uneasy. Fred had fallen asleep leaning on Daphne, who was reading a fashion magazine from Paris. He looked over at Velma, he didn't like the silence. She was looking at a book... on werewolves. He let out a twitch as he saw an image of one attacking a girl. In that moment, he thought of taring Daphne apart for no reason. He heard a whimper leave his mouth before he could stop it. Velma looked up and then back at the book. She closed it. Shaggy breathed a sigh of relief, but his breath caught in his throat. It was back. That smell. Velma was talking he snapped out of it.

"It's not accurate. I mean, you didn't get bit." Velma had opened the book again and was pointing to a page.

Shaggy knew he was supposed to read the sentence she was pointing at, but he was caught in that smell again. It was very potent, his body was lurching. He couldn't understand it, he had no image like he had before. There was no blood. Shaggy took the book and began flipping though it. Inaccurate it may be, but there could be a slight chance it could explain urges. Three chapter turns and he was there. The smell was stronger, he knew he was breathing heavier. He looked at it, trying to figure which it was. Velma turned in her seat, drawing her legs up on it and looking at Shaggy, he froze. The book hit the floor.

"Ohm...Shag?..." Velma voice was almost a whisper, he snapped out of his trance.

"Huh?" he looked at himself.

He had turned in his seat as well, but only one foot was on it. One knee was perched on the arm rest. His left arm on Velma's seat, the other holding the back of her seat. His nose almost touching the crook of her neck. Her eyes where wide, and she had drawn her legs closer to her, her fingers clinging to the orange pants she wore. Shaggy dropped back in his seat faster than lightening, and picked up the book again. Velma's brow raised, was he about to attack her. Daphne had stopped reading her magazine, her body unreadable. She was looking at Shaggy, Scooby had woken up, looking at him as well.

"Ohm... like... what happened?" asked Shaggy with a nervous hand in his fur.

"I asked if you where okay... and you.... you.." Velma seemed to be looking for the word.

"Lunged at you?" his eyes widened, had he, he didn't remember... but he had been in a lunge position.

"No... no.... it was kind of... well it was weird, that's all.... I have to go to the bathroom." Velma stood up and grabbed her bag from the above compartment and walked to the bathroom.

"Did I growl... did I snap at her.... what?" Shaggy looked at Daphne, she was fighting back... back laughter, "What?"

"Nothing, you just. Your eyes got all funky and well... I don't know... you looked... weird.." Daphne snickered and went back to her magazine, Fred was still asleep.

"I got that thanks. Like man, I'm a large fuzzy werewolf. Like, I know I look weird... but what... what did I do?" asked Shaggy, he was getting paranoid, had he almost bitten her.

"Shaggy, it's hard to explain.... but you didn't look dangerous." said Daphne, turning the page in her magazine.

Shaggy looked back at the book. He looked at the urges, as he turned the page Velma came back, the smell with her, though not as strong. He felt his body tingle, but he forced himself to read. He looked at his clawed fingers in anger, what if he'd attacked her... what if he'd gone into a frenzy on the jet. They couldn't have gotten away, he cursed at himself mentally, turning the page again. He froze at the picture a werewolf advancing on a girl, old books always held such pictures, but it was different this time. The smell, the unusual feeling, the blackouts, the lurching in the pit of his stomach. No he hadn't wanted to eat her. He looked at her bag, she only carried that once a month, when..... he closed the book and stood up. Closing his eyes and forcing himself not to even sniff, he walked to the bathroom. He wasn't going to let this get any farther, he was still human. He practically ran when images began to swarm.

Scooby stared after him, one eye opened. He looked at Velma, looking over the back of her seat after him. She'd figure it out eventually, as soon as she got to that chapter in a few hours or so. Scooby tried to picture her reaction, but instead snickered as he heard Shaggy growling at himself in the bathroom. Scooby shook his head and looked out the window, it was dark. They where nearly there. He stretched and went to his seat, clicking the seat belt, and waited. They hit turbulence

The reached Transylvania airport in no time. Shaggy wore a hoodie as they walked to their rental car, it was another hours drive, but once they where on the road, the dark would allow him to ditch the hood. Fred was giving Shaggy a curious look as they walked towards the black Dacia 500. Fred turned around and walked backwoods looking at Shaggy, brow raised, a smirk on his face.

"Hey Shag?" he tilted his head.

"Yeah?" asked Shaggy.

"What was that howl for when you where in the bathroom?" asked Fred.

"I told you, the turbulence, like, startled me man." said Shaggy, moving faster to go passed Fred.

"Really?" asked Fred, but Shaggy had booked it to the car.

TBC