NOTICE:: At the end of this story... do not be alarmed... it will be fixed.... its just for humor. I am actually proud of this chapter... I did it all before work and while making dinner for the family.. YAY!

Chapter 5

Never Ending Chaos

They had to wait till dusk to leave, due to the villagers. Shaggy had spent most of his time eating, curtisy of Vanapira and their servants. He was grateful, that none of the normal monsters had shown up, he wasn't sure how his friends could handle that. They had settled down fairly fast to the vampires and witches, but he was certain swamp monsters, other werewolves, and other creatures would cause a panic. As the sunset, Fred stood and stretched and they headed down the long cliff path to the race field, it didn't take as long because they'd used the rear exit of the castle. But Shaggy was more on edge, and even though he didn't want to, he stayed close to his friends, especially after hearing a hunting howl. As they reached the car, Shaggy breathed a sigh of relief.. which he soon regretted, as the smells intensified when Daphne slipped on a rock. He saw flashes as her blood level rose, as did everyone elses. He dove in the car, taking a few deep breathes through his coat sleeves, trying to filter the air and get rid of the images.

"Daph, you okay?" asked Shaggy through his sleeves.

"Yeah, I'm fine." she replied, "Just a scrape...."

"Rhere's rood raggy," whispered Scooby, practically sitting on him.

"Great..." mumbled Shaggy, taking a few more breathes, "Can we hurry... please."

"Got it Shag," said Fred starting the car and speeding down the road.

Shaggy opened the window, glad to smell the air. He knew Fred thought that he had wanted to go so fast out of fear for their safety from the castle monsters. They don't know the real monsters already in the car. Shaggy watched the gravel as they drove. What would he do if this wasn't fixed complety.... would he return here... to the one place he hated more than anything... well perhaps not more than Sadie May's clutches, he shuttered. He looked back in the car; Scooby was asleep, his head on Velma's lap... she was watching him. The way she did.... did she know why he'd really wanted to go. He looked at Daphne, he couldn't smell blood from her, he was glad. His mind and body had calmed enough for him to relax against the seat. He counted signs to keep himself occupied, he jumped when he felt a hand touch his shoulder.

"Hey Shaggy, are you okay... I mean... is there something else bothering you than this?" asked Velma.

"Hmm... no... just this." he waved his hand in the air.

"Okay..." said Velma, leaning back against her seat and watching the trees go by.

"Thanks for the concern, like it means alot... all of you." said Shaggy, quickly looking out the window, his stomach twisted.

Maybe he should just stay in Transylvania. He felt his heart sink at the thought of not seeing them, at the same time... the images had returned... stronger than before... than a thought occurred. Maybe... even if it was just for a few hours.... He looked at Daphne, who had held the spellbook a great deal of the time. But if I turn back later... the pain... the uncontrolled anger... should I.... He looked at them as his mouth watered at the prospect of food.

"Daphne... can you read that spell. I wan't to see if it works... I mean if." Shaggy was cut off.

"Are you sure?" asked Daphne, now he noticed that she was reading the part on protection.. smart.

"Yeah..." said Shaggy, he was certain, if Daphne was afraid enough to want protection, than he could suck it up and risk the pain again.

"Okay.... Uhmm.. Perkur .. Deredvert. Lycine negstasis, homoameba ." Nothing happened, and then their was a large flicker of light.

Fred slammed on the breaks as lights seemed to spark. Shaggy's body ached... like twisting your body into a nut shell. But within seconds, though it seemed like hours to him, Shaggy sat in his human form again. It was that simple, it hadn't hurt nearly as much as changing, he should have done it before. All of sudden, things seemed quieter, his smell wasn't as strong, no urges, no tastes... He felt sick though.

"You okay Shag?" asked Fred, though he noticed a relieved expression on all of their faces.

"Yeah, like way better man. Come on, lets go home." said Shaggy, glad to finally relax.

The jet ride was a lot less tense. They'd arrive back in the states by morning, something he was very happy about, he hated flying, and he wanted to get as far from Transylvania as possible. Scooby relaxed, but every so often... he still had a need to keep an eye on Shaggy, just in case. Not sleeping for almost twenty-four hours had caught up with them, this allowed Scooby to keep an eye more effectively than before. Like the witches had said, something could still trigger the change, and Scooby wasn't stupid... one wrong thing, one spell... and Shaggy would snap back just as vicious as before... and here, there was no way for him to take a breather apart from sky diving.

Scooby awoke to turbulence, and his eyes snapped open. He looked at the gang, Shaggy was still human and snoring very loudly. Scooby stretched and went to his seat, Shaggy'd be asleep for a while yet; most likely all the way home... with the accounts of jet leg, exhaustion, and the fact he'd mentioned to Scooby he didn't feel all too well... it was easy to assume. As predicted, Shaggy had promptly fallen asleep three minutes into the van ride home. Scooby lay in back, Shaggy had fallen asleep on the seat, which he now hogged with Velma. She'd started reading her book again, as Shaggy's head rested on her lap.

Shaggy grumbled as a streak of sun hit his face, turning the other way in his seat, so when he opened them, he saw fabric.... orange fabric. He drifted to sleep with the color in his head. It was daytime, and the sun was out. He happily sat in the backyard of headquarters, anticipating the huge sandwich he was about to eat. A frisbee hit him in the head, and he heard laughter.

"Come on Shag!" the gang was playing a game of keep-away with Scooby.

He got up, it was a nice dream... then something changed, more suddenly than a normal dream. The sky turned black and his friends seemed un-phased by the quick transition to nightfall. Velma tossed the frisbee and it turned into the full moon, and suddenly... he felt that pain again. He could hear words... latin... no english. The voice couldn't be determined, but it kept repeating it, his stomach twisted. He began to howl with pain again, but this time, his friends ran to him right away, knowing. He yelled for them to run, but it was too late. His body snapped into a more beastly position..like a wolf on the prowl. Fred stopped in his tracks a little from him and backed up. Shaggy saw his reflection in his eyes, more hideous and menacing. His hand snatched at Fred's dragging him towards him. The nightmare shifted, he was running... no chasing... he could hear frantic footsteps ahead of him. He could taste blood in his mouth... as if it was no longer a nightmare.... it tasted of salt and tang... bitter and sweet all at once... he thirst for more. He could see the figure turn ahead of him, they stopped and backed towards him, absent mindedly.... Shaggy's eyes caught the sight of a blood bath he did not doubt his wolf self caused. A blood laden dog collar hung from a tree... and the moon fell on the orange fabric of the frightened person.

"Shaggy!" Velma.

Shaggy snapped awake, and Fred and Daphne's horrified faces came into view from the front seat. Scooby was laying on top of him, protectively, he was whimpering. He saw Velma's worried face above his... but he could taste it... the blood. Just like the nightmare, he shot up. His mind swimming... he felt sick... physically ill. He jumped the seat and grabbed the trash-can just in time. He could feel that Fred had stopped the van now, and could hear their worried whispers... or could he smell it... he froze. Blood trickled from his hand where he'd bit it in his sleep... but... fur covered his arm, and claws gripped the trash can. He felt dizzy... yep... he was hyperventilating... it was going dark.

Scooby and the others watched Shaggy faint. Velma climbed over the seat, Fred and Daphne followed. Scooby in the lead of the whole thing. They had all been calm and relaxed as they'd started their drive home. Shaggy had been sleeping peacefully, every so often turning because of the light. Then Velma had tensed and dropped her book, shifting so Shaggy's head was off her lap. Scooby had dove over to look at what was going on. Shaggy had started to bite... him hand... the seat.. and the small damp stain on the edge of Velma's skirt, showed he'd almost bit her. Daphne had patted Fred's shoulder, causing him to look in the mirror. They'd pulled over at that point, and all turned to look at Shaggy as he began to thrash more violently. Howling and whimpering even before he began to shift. Scooby had pounced on him. Velma grabbed his head to keep him from ripping his hand apart, which Fred had grabbed. That's what had happened.... and now... there lay a fainted werewolf in the back of the van. Scooby had an idea of what could have triggered it, apart from a spell as Velma stated.... he'd had a far too realistic nightmare.

"Shaggy?" Daphne, shook his fuzzy shoulder.

"Hey, Shag.... wake up buddy." said Fred, Velma had grabbed the first-aid kit for Shaggy's hand.

"This might wake him up..." said Velma as she put a disinfectant pad against the wound.

"YARO!" Shaggy shot up with a howl, yanking Velma with him, her hand still on his wound, "Like man, that smarts."

"Sorry, but you don't want this infected." said Velma, as she put a new cloth on, he cringed.

"You okay Shag?" asked Fred, Shaggy knew what he meant.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Like, I'm not going to flip out again." said Shaggy, Fred carefully headed back to start driving.

"I'll get the spell book." said Daphne, going up front.

Shaggy looked at his clawed hand in distaste. He felt horrible... what if he'd bitten something else besides the seat... like... the saliva on Velma's skirt caught his eye, and the red mark on her leg that looked like a bite mark. He'd bit her, luckily in human form. That is't the point. He growled at himself... Velma tensed and looked at him. She must have decided to disregard it because she finished putting the bandage on his hand.

"I bit you..." he sighed.

"Not that hard, it's not even going to bruise." said Velma deciding to get another piece of tape for his hand.

"But I...."

"I got the spell book." said Daphne, coming in the back, "It took me a few minutes to find the page. Good thing I dog eared it."

"Rog ear?" asked Scooby, eyes wide at the spell book.

"No, Scoob...like, nevermind.. Read away." said Shaggy.

"Lictanthrope, priorpit morpho." smiled Daphne, than froze, "That didn't sound right..."

"No it..." Shaggy's arm lit up... but nothing happened.. to him.

"What?" Velma, who'd still been holding Shaggy's arm flew back.

"Velma!" yelled Daphne, Shaggy watched as Velma's body began to contort in weird positions... Fred slammed on the breaks causing them all to jolt.

"Is everyone okay?" asked Fred, spinning around in his seat.

"Yeah.." grumbled Daphne.

"R'I ress.." said Scooby.

"Sure..." said Shaggy, who barely moved from his spot as his claws griped the floor.

"...N.. No..." everyone turned to the voice of Velma, and gasped.

"Jeepers... I'm so sorry..." said Daphne.

"Zoinks..." said Shaggy, as suddenly he wasn't the only werewolf in the van.

"... I'm just going to start the van again." said Fred, quickly swinging around.

TBC

*whistles casually* Sooo.... awkward..... now what? My friends Ravan and Al requested this part... which works for me....

Return to normal spell roughly translated. Through curse, be reversed. Wolf nomore, human return. You have no idea how annoying researching each word is... and making it into an actual sentence/word. Wrong Spell means: Human leave, seek former shape.