Hey sorry for the longish wait for this update anyway here it is =] AN I do not own Emily Dickenson The heart asks pleasure first...

Chapter 5

All of the mews gathered around a table of the closed café. Staring at the sleeping cub who seemed more like a centre piece than a furious animal.

"So how did she change?" Zoe asked drawing everyone attention.

"We don't know how at this moment." Wesley replied

"Well it isn't due to closeness otherwise this would have happened sooner." Elliot added.

They all sat there pondering. Trying to work out how today was different. Only to find they were getting nowhere fast, the main factor for this was due to not one of them really truly knew her. A yawn filled the large room. All turned their attention to the centre of the table. To find the cub Sam rising to her paws and arching her back as she stretched, while a purr rumbled through her. She then stared at Bridget with the instincts to kill within her large grey orbs. "Sam." Wesley warned. She padded her way other to the male side of the table. Then curled up in front of Elliot. Glaring at Bridget. A sigh escaped Elliot's lips as he gently fussed her. With a purrs in reply.

"We've forgotten an important factor….Sam's parents." Renee stated

"We can say she stayed at mine." Kiki smiled and Zoe beamed. This only caused arguments to erupt.

"Girls…Girls" They all stared at Wesley, "We don't have to worry." He stated

"Why?" Bridget asked

"Because she was suppose to stay here tonight anyway." Elliot replied coolly.

"Elliot…" Bridget began

"…Your…" followed by Corina

"…Such…" Followed by Kiki

"…A…." Followed by Renee

"…Pervert." Zoe finished

"Girls…" Wesley began

But was interrupted by the hissing coming from Sam. She lunged forward. The girls scraped their chairs backwards. As Sam in mid pounce. Until she was plucked from the air. Crying and thrashing her paws in protest. He held her close to his chest while trying to restrain her paws as fresh hot blood ran down his arm.

"As sweet as the jester is Sam. You cannot act like a wild animal." Elliot stated

Which immediately stopped all of her protest. Her head dropped. She then began to lick up the blood upon his arm.

"We have to turn her back." Corina stated with hints of fear within her voice.

"We know…" Wesley replied with sadness roaming through his voice.

"We just have to wait…she might turn back by herself." Zoe then suggested

Sam's tail wiggled. Then softly tapped Elliot playfully.

"Girls…"They all turned their attention towards him. "I think it would be best if you go home… it's getting late." Elliot stated

Zoe stared up at the clock. Eight pm. A sigh escaped her lips in annoyance. "Fine." Zoe grumbled, "But..."

"But what Zoe?"

"You do anything perv…"

A fearsome growl ripped through the café. While Sam bared her teeth menacingly. Elliot tried to restrain her but was failing. Sam freed herself from his grasp. Her fur stood on end. Her claws ripped marks into the surface. With bloodlust within her eyes.

"Samantha." Elliot growled. The cub wobbled slightly showing a sign of weakness.

"Sammie." Kiki stated as she moved closer towards her.

"No Kiki don't." Bridget stated then stared to pull her back.

"But…" Kiki began

"Bridget is right Kiki." Elliot added

"But she is crying."

"Sam."

She turned and faced him. No longer with the look of death in her eyes but she refused to look into his eyes. Instead she glared at the scram that lay deep in his arm.

"Elliot are you alright?" Bridget asked

"I'm fine." He stated

She went to his side to check out his wound. When fury began rippling through her again. Sam dove at Bridget with all her might. She opened her mouth ready to bite. When she was hit in mid air. Returning to all fours she stared at Elliot. Who had hurt and annoyance covering him.

"Sam that was un called for…" He faced the ground, "I think it is best that you leave until you've calmed down." Without a protest and without a glance she left.

The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering,

And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.

Many weeks later

Worry started to arise within the café. Sam had not been seen in school or at the café. Elliot was also unable to get hold of her or any of her family. Worry and concern took over them. As the phone went dead for the hundredth time that day. Elliot hung up then re rang again hoping that this time he would get an answer.

Bring….Bring….Bring

"Hello." A worried male's voice filled his ears.

"Hello Mr. Wilson."

"Oh Elliot, I'm so sorry I was going to ring you earlier."

"Why?" Concern started to build up within him. Something was wrong he knew it. Every part of his body was filling with dread.

"Sam has been involved in an accident."