A/N: Alright, now I know what you'll be thinking when you read this chapter, so DON'T. Yeah, It's a forest scene, but in no way does it reference itself to "Twilight". (None of this story will, believe me.)

The forest in which Audrey and Remus go to transform is Epping Forest in Essex, which in all actuality is about an hour from Central London. I figure it's an ideal spot for them, around 6,000 acres in which to roam and all of the deer they can eat.

I'm desperately trying to write longer chapters. They feel so rushed, but I figure when I get further into the story they will get a bit longer. Sorry.

When you review, you make me feel better about myself. Hooray.

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Audrey leaned back in her seat and sighed. 'Yes, this is definitely a much better means of transport than broomsticks.'

She closed her eyes and listened to the soft ticking of the train underneath her, like a metronome, making her body sway back and forth.

It had taken nearly hours of convincing, but Remus had finally agreed, with Sirius' help of course, to let her join him to Epping Forest, a 'safe, desolate location in which to transform', he had called it.

With its nearly 6,000 acres, she hoped so. Running into a human being for either of them would prove fatal, Remus transformed into an uncontrollable beast and Audrey unable to contain her lust for blood.

She opened her eyes as Remus made his way back from haggling with the trolley woman in the corridor.

"Chocolate?" he offered, pushing a rather large block of the confection into her face.

"No, I'm fine, thanks. Not much of an appetite, remember?" She smiled.

He let out a snort and continued munching on his candy.

The sweet sugary smell soon wrapped its aroma around Audrey's nose however, causing her to give in.

"Well, if you are going to keep taunting me like that!" she exclaimed, pulling the bar of chocolate out of his hands greedily.

"Oi! Hands off! You declined my offer, no taking-backs!"

After a few moments of awkward struggling, Remus soon found his hands empty and Audrey's mouth full of the delicious sweet.

After regaining her wits about her, Audrey realized in the struggle she had positioned herself onto Remus' lap, her legs overlapping his own, pining him down.

He sit there panting, gazing thoughtfully over at her. His right hand soon found itself resting on the top of her thigh, sending sparks shooting up Audrey's legs.

'Yes, that hand is supposed to be there.'

She slowly brought her hand down and laid it atop of his own gently.

"It's nearly like old times again, isn't it?" she whispered, entwining her fingers with his, never breaking eye contact.

"Audrey..." he began. His grip tightened on her fingers and he glanced down at the compartment floor, looking embarrassed.

Her hands shot up in protest to stop him from continuing. "It's nothing, it was ages ago."

He slowly brought his eyes back up to her own and searched into them deeply, trying to give her the answer she needed. The answer she had waited 14 years for.

But it didn't come.

She nodded, understanding.

Lifting herself from his lap, she walked the short distance back across the compartment and onto the opposite seat.

"You know why it couldn't have happened, Audrey."

She opened her mouth in response, her voice cracking -

"No, I don't..."

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The sun was already dipping lazily behind the horizon by the time Remus and Audrey the edge of the forest. Since they had departed from the train, Remus had begun to slow signs of his impending strain. Audrey could see the exhaustion in his eyes, even before his transformation had begun. He began to walk a bit slower, his shoulders hunching as his muscles began to tighten.

Audrey could see his fingernails digging themselves deep into his legs, trying desperately to control the throbs of pain weaving themselves through his body.

Audrey took a deep breath of the clean, pine air as they entered the woods. It burned her lungs, sickly sweet and cool.

She felt out of place surrounded by the immense forest, the thick branches swirling around her head like snakes.

"Boy, this place is just brimming with atmosphere." she mumbled, pulling off her jacket and throwing it carelessly over a low hanging tree branch.

"Well, I figure it all adds to the experience." Remus responded, his words issuing out with each little gasp of air.

She had always preferred the city to the countryside. The whirlwind of crowds seemed to calm her, the hum of civilization slowly singing her to sleep at night. Because, at least then she knew she wasn't alone.

The isolation that the forest provided made her want to scream with panic.

'What if, when I get out of here, they are all gone? Everyone. And I'm the only one left.'

"Do you come here every time you transform?" Audrey didn't look at him as she spoke but kept her eyes on the green leaves above her head.

"Sometimes." he muttered back. "I haven't been in London that long, I've been recruiting, you see."

She reached out her hand and caressed a tiny leaf, feeling its velvety skin.

"Recruiting?"

"Yes." He sounded farther away now, as if his voice was coming from the sky. "For the Order."

She withdrew her hand and searched around for Remus, who was about 50 feet away, removing his small striped scarf from his neck. She watched him as he folded it up neatly into a square and tucked it safely underneath a fallen log. "Real discoveries come from chaos."

"Recruiting whom, might I ask?"

He let out a breath of air and glanced over at her solemnly.

"Dumbledore thinks it is in the best interests to get all of the force we need for the Order, to fight back against Voldemort when the time comes, and so I am recruiting other Werewolves for the fight, to join us in helping take down the Death Eaters."

Audrey, knowing Remus wouldn't want to delve into the subject any further merely nodded her head and continued walking around, the first tiny streams of moonlight beginning to shine into her hair.

"Well, it's a nice place you've got here." she joked, glancing over her shoulder at Remus.

Her eyes landed on him and realized that he was in far too much pain to make any response.

He lay doubled over, his torso wrapped awkwardly over a tree stump. She crouched down beside him and could make out tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

Her eyes shot up to the sky, desperately searching for any sign of the moon.

It was making its way steadily up into the heavens, the grey clouds acting as a silkscreen blocking the worst convulsions of pain from the werewolf's body.

His temper would not remain in check much longer. But she couldn't find it in herself to leave him just yet. Couldn't leave him all alone.

He began to shake his head slowly, his hands hunting for hers in the little space between them.

"You...must..." he choked out, sobs racking his body.

"I'm not leaving you just yet." she cooed back calmly. She squeezed his hands tightly, reaffirming her statement.

As they sat in the middle of the forest floor, Audrey could feel hundreds of eyes on her, watching every move she was making. No noise issued from the darkening boughs around her, but she could hear the creatures slithering over the dead leaves peppered on the ground, the tiny heartbeats thundering out from their chests. She could feel the pulsing of their blood, drumming in her ears, driving her insane with hunger.

'Soon I'll be able to hunt. It will be a game, you hide and I'll count to ten.'

She looked down upon the man clutched in her arms, his breath shallow in his throat and realized she had been petting his hair, brushing it back past his eyes.

"Look at us, we're quite the pair, aren't we? I can't look at the sun, you can't look at the moon. It's a celestial conundrum."

At this he managed a weak smile.

"I...uh..." he began.

But as soon as the smile appeared, it vanished from his face as did all of the color, leaving his cheeks cold and pallid. His body began to shake violently, his grip crushing Audrey's hand in his own.

She let out a gasp and dung her fingers in between their hands, trying desperately to get loose.

She could feel his muscles contorting underneath her, lengthening and snapping into place in their new form. The hands compressing her own cracked into distorted shapes, the bones breaking and reshaping themselves and were soon matted with a coarse, black fur.

She managed to rip her hand from his own and threw herself from the monster and behind a nearby tree, leaving him screaming hysterically while coiled within the tangled roots littering the ground.

His clothes had almost all been ripped from his body, the sharp clawed nails at the ends of his fingers shredding them into tiny scraps.

Audrey was at a loss for what to do at this point, her own body shaking violently with fear.

Fear. That was something she hadn't truly felt for years, she had almost forgotten its hostile touch.

'Surely he can't hurt me,' she thought to herself, 'There's not much damage you could do to someone already declared dead.'

Suddenly, the security the shaded branches had offered her vanished and she could feel something closing tight around her neck. The werewolf swung her around as she thrashed about to get loose, smacking her hard against the trunks of several trees. Suffocating, she clutched wildly at the beast and grabbed a fistful of hair. She could hear him snarling fiercely and could feel globs of foamy saliva oozing down her arms.

"Remus..." she choked out, searching into the wolf's wild eyes, yellowed and almost glowing in the moonlight that was now dancing down upon his back.

Holding onto his neck, she plunged her teeth into his neck. He let out a vicious howl and tossed her from him, sending her soaring into the air. Her head collided with a rock, sending waves of pain throughout her brain.

She did not move; her head lay where it landed, against the unyielding rock, hoping he would eventually lose interest in her and go away. She didn't want to have to fight him anymore.

Rough pants and snorts echoed around her, not coming from any one direction and it made her stomach tighten.

Audrey could feel hot blood begin to trickle slowly down her forehead from where it met the rock.

The smell of it made her head swim, her thirst rising in her like a fever.

She needed to get out of there soon, otherwise she knew she would turn on Remus, no matter what the consequences.

Her heart began to beat at three times the normal speed. She could sense her eyes dilating and adjusting to the night, in order to hunt properly. The fangs she had used to bite at Remus' neck were growing still, until they reached past her tongue and over her bottom lip.

Barely lifting her head, she peeked out from behind her tousled hair which was now matted with blood.

Nothing.

There was no one there.

She lifted herself from the ground and knocked the caked dirt off of her pant legs.

"It is time to hunt."

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Audrey had just made her third kill and already the dawn began to poke its way out of the hillside, smiling upon the dew which coated the grass around her and the carcass beneath her.

It was normal for her to hunt several animals in one night, due to the fact that she rarely hunted wild game at all, and not just rats in the street or the stray pigeons bustling about in St. Pancras station.

It was a different experience entirely to feel the exhilaration of the hunt, the sweat pouring from her body, the smell of the blood fresh on her lips, the still-beating heart thumping in time with her own.

She searched the poor fawn's eyes as she sucked the last drops from its throat. She could feel it weakening, it was no longer jumping erratically to be freed.

She sun continued to rise up into the sky and she knew she had to stop soon and find Remus.

She hadn't encountered him again after the fight and she began to worry.

"I couldn't have hurt him too bad when I bit him, could I? It's not possible for a werewolf to die, just from one little tiny bite. Not even a bite, a pinprick of a bite. "

Audrey dug her teeth out of the deer's vein and looked around thoughtfully, her nose sniffing the air.

After a few minutes of doing this, she could make out his faint scent and followed it hurriedly.

She jogged without sound through the trees and into a small clearing not far from where she had been moments before. She spotted a rather large, dark figure laying amongst the thick weeds and came to a halt. For one second, she hesitated, unsure as to whether the final effects had worn off yet or not.

But a gut feeling assured her of her safety and she continued on until she was standing right above him.

He lay there on his stomach, his arms shielding his head, unclothed and fast asleep.

Audrey lowered herself to his level and ran her fingers through his tangled hair, whispering:

"Remus..." At this, he began to stir and lowered his arms down to his sides.

She could hear his nose whistling slightly as he breathed and a small grin beginning to etch its way onto his face.

"Remus..."

His eyes blinked slowly open and met Audrey's with their familiar grey cloudiness.

"Good morning, sir."

"Good morning." he mumbled, his voice cracking with lack of use.

Audrey laid her head down next to his on the crackling leaves and smiled across to him, their noses nearly touching.

"Rough night?"

He let out a small chuckle and nodded. "A bit. How about you?"

She raised her eyes upwards thoughtfully, thinking about it.

"Well, after I gave you these lovelies," she brushed her fingers over the small puncture marks dotted on his throat, "I didn't have any more problems."

Unbelieving, he quickly reached for his neck, feeling the bite marks underneath his callused fingers.

"But, I..." he began, his eyes wide with horror. "I didn't...hurt you?"

"Just my feelings, Mister Lupin." she winked at him, and then sat up suddenly.

She patted his bottom and jumped up onto her feet, already eager to get back to the Order.

Remus remained where he was, embarrassingly trying to cover himself up as he searched around desperately for his clothes.

"Don't worry, Remus." Audrey smiled at him before heading back into the woods, "It's nothing I haven't seen before."