Yes, I know, I am very, very, very late. But I had a big case of writer's block and, on the bright side, along with this chapter, another is written and finished with me working on a sixth! Woo!
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diavoloduchessa – I'm glad you like the story, and another chapter will (hopefully, since I finished it) be up here soon.
shego219 - I'm glad that you enjoy my stories, and know my pen name! And yes, let howls rip through the city, that will teach ABC Family! LOL!
Nicole - I'm sure you're plenty creative, but thank you for the flattery. I'm happy to respond to the people that take the time to review, so thanks for reviewing! And yes, at the end of the Cursed Tuba Contingency, I thought she might have been a little jealous.
WildCroconaw – All your questions will be answered soon! In dramatic fashion! With lots of exclamation points!
Trecebo – Yes, it is a bit different in the MM category, but I like to write in a serious tone, instead of a funny tone all the time, so thank you for sticking with it. I hope you like this story. I agree, MM is very cool.
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Musicnotes093 – I hope there's another season of MM too! But on a brighter side, MM/WW are such a fun pairing to write for! Read on for more of this pairing!
In all honesty, she really should have been expecting this. It was in her line of work. Put your life on the line, deal with mystical, immortal beings hitting on you, transform into a huge dog…
Well, wolf, actually.
Her first instinct was to go right back to the Middleman and beg him to help her. She was halfway back to Jolly Fats when Sensei Ping's words entered her mind. "No Middleman can survive with the skills she showed today! Sensei Ping seriously doubts whether or not she should be allowed to continue!" Would Sensei Ping see her as a failure if she showed up, her mind trapped in a wolf's body? She couldn't risk it. Her job meant too much for her to throw it all away because she turned into Balto all of a sudden
Instead, she began to trot down the alley. She was almost out when she heard car horns honking in the distance, and the chatter of far away people. She stopped and turned around, making her way back into the alley, hiding in its depths as far as possible. Getting caught strutting around as a wolf in public would probably be just as bad.
Instead, she plopped down behind the broken mirror where she had first saw her reflection, shielding herself from human sight.
Human sight. Look at her, she was already talking like a werewolf.
Was that what she was? Or was she simply the product of some weird potion, mutation, etc. etc. gone amiss?
Slowly, she crawled out and looked at herself in the mirror once more. It was, to say the least, extremely creepy.
The very top of her body was a dark, thick brown fur, exactly the color of her human hair. Just a bit below that however, was another color fur that covered the rest of her body. It was soft, olive color that perfectly matched the color of her skin. The most startling thing, however, was her eyes. They had not changed at all, no wolf like tendiences had been added to them, no curve or slant of the normal eyes of a wolf. Instead, they were big and round, like they had always been. They too also retained their rich brown color. Seeing her human eyes brought a nub of comfort to her, and rubbed at her until she was able to calm down slightly. She took a deep breath, taking in her job training and the mediation training that stupid Sensei Ping had taught her.
She was calm, she was in control.
Although if she discovered that she had fleas she was going to lose it again.
The girl had finally made her first transformation.
She was scared. She was out right terrified. That was for sure. And by the sounds of her screams at night, she hadn't entirely forgotten him. That was good.
For a minute, her screams came back to him, and he had to fight to control himself from jumping down, introducing him, and then beating the life out of her.
Easy. Easy. She would get what she rightfully deserved in time. But cutting her down, right when she was so scared, right when she was so weak, wouldn't be what he needed. He needed her to be strong, resilient, ready to face death in the eyes, and not blink. When she was restored to the brilliant, breath-taking woman that she had been when she had entered her apartment three days ago, then she would be worthy of hunting and cutting down.
And why do it now, with no witnesses? He wanted the Middleman to be there, to hold his pathetic assistant in his arms, listening to her last words, breaths, heartbeats… He wanted to see the rage in the Middleman's eyes, to hear him desperately try to call back his assistant from death, only to be met with cold skin and unseeing eyes.
For now, he would simply have to be content with watching the panic, the deception, the pain play out, until the day where it would prove to be too much…And then his time would come.
Patience was, after all, a virtue.