Long time, no see! Hopefully, the last chapter gave you some clues to what is going on, because I've been getting questions on what is going on, and some people are confused. Don't worry, it'll all start to make sense, now that the story is beginning to get more interesting. If you think last chapter was a little spooky, just wait till you read this one;) I won't spoil anything, so here's chapter four :)

For days, Jeanette was stuck in bed, due to her feeling sick. She had wrapped the laceration on her paw in a bandage, so no one could see it. Her body temperature was over a hundred degrees, and she felt weak. Brittany and Eleanor were wondering if her ankle had gotten infected when she twisted it, while running from Simon. Miss Miller was scared for her daughter, not knowing what was wrong with Jeanette.

Jeanette didn't have a cold or the flu; it was no common sickness, so Miss Miller had taken Jeanette to the hospital, hoping for an answer. Unfortunately, not even the doctors could give a diagnosis on what was wrong with Jeanette, and only prescribed Jeanette painkillers. The painkillers had no effect on Jeanette, and only made the condition worse rather than better. Brittany, Eleanor, and Miss Miller didn't know what to do, and feared that Jeanette might be slowly dying.

Whenever Jeanette coughed, her blood would appear in her paw, and her head would be pounding, as if a bullet was ricocheting in her skull. She was scared to death, and thought of what could be causing this. She was fine before Simon attacked her, so what could have happened in such a short period of time that could be causing this sickness. That's when she thought of when she blocked Simon's first attempt at killing her, using her right paw. The laceration. Could that be the cause? Only one person could tell, and it was Simon.

Three days after the attack, Jeanette sat on her bed, feeling fragile. She could barely move, and had a hard time speaking or yelling for something. She hadn't ate any food, because she didn't crave human food at all. Her appetite was for nothing, and refused to eat any food. As for hydration, she had drank bits of water, and nothing else. Her fear was growing, so she had no choice but to go to Simon for help.

She rang a small bell, using her limp hand as a signal for help. Brittany burst into the room and stared at her sister in horror. She wanted to cry, but remained strong and walked to her sister's bedside. "What is it, Jean?"

Jeanette turned her head to Brittany, and stared at Brittany with a strange look in her eyes. "I need you to call him."

Brittany was confused. "Who?"

"Simon."

Brittany was outraged. "Absolutely not! After what he did to you in the forest!"

Jeanette started to feel weak. "Please, Britt. I believe he has the answer to my condition. He can help."

"What if he turns into that evil version of himself again?"

"He won't. Now, hurry and call him."

Brittany hesitated. "Okay. If you think he can help, then I guess I will give him a chance."

"Thanks, Britt." Jeanette turned away, as she saw Brittany pull out her cell phone. Brittany dialled the number, then stood, waiting for an answer. It wasn't long.

"What is it?!" Alvin was on the other line.

"I need to speak to Simon. It's important."

"He's busy. What's going on with that girl?!"

"First. Her name is Jeanette, and she has come down with a sickness."

"What!?"

"Please, Alvin. Jeanette needs Simon's help."

"Very well. Here."

Simon came on the other line.

"What is wrong?"

"Jeanette is awfully sick."

"I'll be over."

"Wait. Wha...

Simon hung up the phone, so Brittany tapped the "end call" button on her iPhone 5's screen.

"He's on his way," said Brittany.

"Good," replied Jeanette, weakly. "He'll have the answer."

"I hope so," said Brittany.

Simon arrived less than a minute later and knocked on the door. Miss Miller, who didn't know about his secret, greeted him into the house, then she took him upstairs, where Jeanette was. Simon rushed to the bedroom door, and opened it, only to see an angry Brittany Miller staring at him, strictly.

"Miss Miller, could you leave me with the girls, alone?," asked Simon.

"Not a problem. I'll check in later," replied Miss Miller.

"Thank you."

Miss Miller walked out of the bedroom, and shut the door, leaving Simon alone with Brittany and Jeanette. Simon walked slowly, but was stopped by Brittany, with her hands on her hips.

"Before you even touch my sister, what happened last night!" She had taken notice of the necklace around Simon's neck. "Is that necklace connected to whatever you were last night?! Start talking!"

Simon gave her a stern look. "Don't yell. I will explain some things, but I can't tell you everything. If Jeanette has what I think she has, only she can know everything."

"Why not. I deserve to know!"

"It's only meant to be known by specific people! Not everyone!"

"Fine. Now, help my sister!"

Simon walked past Brittany to Jeanette's bedside, and stared at her with fear. "Jeanette. It's Simon."

Jeanette turned toward Simon, struggling to move her weak body. "Simon. I'm glad you came."

"Jeanette, I need you to tell me if you have any cuts, lacerations, or anything like that. It's important that I know."

"I have one on my right paw." Jeanette held out the bandaged right paw, letting out groans of pain as she did. "I bandaged it so no one could see it."

"I need to see it."

"Go ahead. I would like to know what's causing this sickness."

Simon grabbed Jeanette's paw, and gently removed the bandage from her paw. Once the bandage was off, Jeanette's large laceration was visible to Simon. Simon examined the laceration closely, and saw immediately, his worst fear had come true. "Jeanette. The cause of your sickness is the laceration on your paw, but I'm afraid it gets worse."

Jeanette gulped. "What do you mean?"

"You are changing. Changing into a new being. A Remagorah."

"A what?"

"Remagorah. What you saw me as a few nights ago."

"No. No! How can I be changing?!"

"The laceration was made by me, when you blocked my attack. I'm so sorry, Jeanette."

Jeanette was shocked and speechless. This wasn't happening! She couldn't be turning into something else! "How do I stop it?!"

"If the wound would've been treated with a special serum earlier, the transformation could've been prevented, but I'm afraid there's no way to stop it now. It won't be long before these symptoms ware off, and you become something new. Your strength will increase, your flesh will become impenetrable to anything, and at night, you will change into one of our kind."

"Oh my god!" Jeanette broke down, and she started to cry. She was going to change into a monster, and feared her family would be her first target. "What am I going to do?!"

Simon turned to Brittany. "I need you to leave. Your sister has a lot to learn, so she doesn't attack you."

"There's really nothing you can do, Simon! My sister is turning into a monster?!

"Afraid not, Brittany. Please, leave us alone. I will take care of her, don't worry."

Brittany darted out of the room, and shut the door with tears rolling from her eyes. Simon returned his attention to Jeanette, and started to explain everything.

"What I am about to tell you is very disturbing, and must remain secret. You must promise me to keep all of this secret, or I can be killed for this."

"I promise. Just tell me."

"Very well. The origins of our kind date back to the early 1800's, when our Master was born. Crazy experimentation was being performed at the time, as an attempt of making humans and animals more powerful, and immortal. My Master's father, Dorasi was experimenting with werewolves, and their ways of nature. He took blood samples from them, and sickly, mixed his DNA with the werewolf's, ending in madness."

"The result of the DNA mixture was said to be a failure, but was a success. The result of madman's dream. It was found as a success, when my Master, Migos was born. He was half human, and half werewolf, a Remagorah, cursed for the rest of his life. Migos was furious at Dorasi, and killed him the first night he transformed."

Jeanette interrupted. "So, why didn't you look like a werewolf when I saw you transformed?"

"Because my brother's and I chipmunks; animals. Animal DNA reacts different with werewolf DNA, so animals don't show a change in body form, but their eyes glow red, strength increases, and your hunger for blood takes over. My brother's have learned to control ourselves during the transformation, which is what you must learn too. You are a newborn, and newborns are unable to control themselves during transformation. They kill whatever they can find, and your sister's are going to be your prime targets when you transform for the first time."

"Oh. Brittany. Eleanor," she said with worry.

"Don't worry Jeanette. I can help you, so that that never happens. My father will not be pleased, because it is forbidden for one of our kind to turn others into a Remagorah."

"It was my fault. I blocked your attack with my paw."

"Yes, but I bit you, so it doesn't matter either way."

"How much longer will it be before I am changed completely?"

"Less than a day. I can already see it in your eyes."

"I'm scared. What if I can't control it?"

"That's why I want to help you. My Master tried to erase my love for you from my mind, but it will never disappear, because I hate having to live a life like this."

"Why can't you love me?"

"It's against our kind's heritage to love someone."

"Well, I love you, so we're two of a kind."

Simon chuckled. "This will be hard for you, but I promise. I will try to make it easy for you."

"Thank you." Jeanette leaned into Simon, and kissed him gently on the lips.

"Forbidden love."

"Just like Romeo and Juliet."

"Exactly."

Jeanette giggled. "Another thing. What is that thing around your neck?"

"A seal. Something presented to only special Remagorahs."

"What kind of seal?"

"I possess the Seal of the Ancients. Alvin and Theodore possess the Seal of Protection."

"Why is your's different?"

"Mine's different, because on my sixteenth birthday, the Master will pass, and I will become the new Master, and gain all of the power of the ancient Remagorahs."

"Seriously?"

"Not kidding."

"I thought you didn't want to live a life like this."

"I don't, but I was destined to become the next master."

"Destiny works in many ways. You can decide your own destiny, and not have some ancient master decide for you."

"You may be right, but there's no going back now."

"You have much to learn about destiny, but I want to know if there are any dangers in this life."

"There are. There are hunters, and they kill us to rid of us. Their main target is the newborns, but don't worry, I'm not going to let hunters get you."

"What do they bait us with?"

"Blood. Lots of blood."

Jeanette started to shiver from fear. "What if they...

"They won't. I will protect you from them, and train you how to control your actions."

"Thank you, Simon." Jeanette's fear faded.

"Before you change, I'm going to need you to come to the house, so I can train you."

"Okay. How about tomorrow afternoon?"

"That's risky, but I guess there's no other time, so tomorrow it is."

"See you then."

"Get some rest, and let your body adapt to the change."

"I will."

Simon turned from Jeanette, and walked out of the bedroom. Jeanette returned to resting, thinking of what she was to experience for the rest of her life. She was a Remagorah now, and her life would change forever.

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