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Puck waited for pain, but it never came.

There was a strange grunting sound, then a deafening crash. The floor underneath Puck shook violently.

He opened his eyes and saw the thing, lying dead on the ground inches away from him, the hilt of a sword sticking out of its matted fur. Standing over it was Sabrina, panting. She held her hand to her heart.

Ignoring the throbbing pain, Puck stood. He recognized the sword as the one that hung above the old lady's bed. Dazed, he stared at Sabrina.

"What, not even a thank you?" the girl sighed humorlessly. She wiped her forehead, removing the perspiration that had gathered there.

"Thanks." Puck murmured, kneeling down to get a better look at the monster. Carefully, he nudged it with his finger. "Yep, definitely dead." Frowning, he pushed it gently. "You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that this is the Beast."

"Beauty's husband?" Sabrina asked, also kneeling down. She hesitantly touched the thing's fur. When she took her fingers away they were wet with blood, which she quickly wiped on her t-shirt.

"Yeah. But that can't be. This guy is way bigger. Fur's a different color too. And there's no one in Ferryport Landing but us."

Sabrina looked at him. "We should really get your head checked out. You're bleeding." She reached out and pushed a few stray hairs back from the wound. "It's probably just a scratch though. Head wounds usually look worse than they are, cause' they bleed so much."

Puck had momentarily lost his train of thought.

"Yeah. Not so bad."

Sabrina stood up, and then helped Puck to his feet. The two trudged up the stairs and to the bathroom.

"Sit." Sabrina demanded, pointing to the toilet.

"Yes ma'am." Puck muttered, doing as he was told. He watched warily as Sabrina wet a washcloth. Turning off the water, she offered him a small smile.

"Don't worry, there's no soap on it," She said. She carefully wiped away the blood on his forehead. "We do have to clean it out, though. It could get infected." Stepping back to the sink, she turned the water back on.

"When did you become Miss Doctor?" Puck questioned.

"Wouldn't you like to know." She teased. "Okay, this time it might sting. Won't be too bad, though." She pressed the warm cloth to his head again, and frowned when he winced.

"Sorry." she said. She used a clean corner of the cloth to wipe the cut off again. "Anyway, I was right. It's just a little cut."

"Good. I have to admit, I was a little freaked out, what with all the blood."

Sabrina searched through the medicine cabinet that hung above the sink.

"Okay, you can either have one of those white wrap around bandage things, or a Hello Kitty band-aid." Sabrina laughed.

"Um… I'll take the wrap around one. I despise Hello Kitty." Puck shuddered as the image of the happy cat ran through his mind.

Laughing again, Sabrina brought over the roll of bandage and a small pair of scissors.

"You're lucky this stuff sticks to itself, or you'd be stuck Wearing Hello Kitty on your forehead."

After wrapping the cut with the bandage, she stood back, admiring her work.

"There. You'll be fine." She smiled once again.

"Thanks." Puck commented. He found himself lost in her eyes.

A loud grunting interrupted his trance. It came from downstairs. Freezing, the two listened intently. Another grunt, followed by a crash and a loud bellow.

Loud stomping indicated there was more than one. Sabrina scooted her way across the floor, swiftly and quietly closing the door. With a soft click, it was locked.

"There's more." She said whispered.

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