The cool, brisk fall air felt good upon Sandi's skin, the warm, somewhat damp leaves keeping her nearly naked body warm. Ahh, much needed beauty sleep. Sandi shifted around in her 'bed' trying to get comfortable but felt something was misplaced in her early morning daze. It felt damp, cold, it kinda had a weird smell.

Sleeping beauty yawned, the crisp smell of iron, mildew, rotten leaves, and dirt filling her nose. Sitting up Sandi rubbed her aching head, "I feel horrible..." She remembered what had happened the night before, with her nails, her body, her dental bonding... "What a weird..." She looked at her hands, they looked normal. She looked at her body, the rest of her, it looked almost normal... minus some shreds of blue fabric still clingy to her body, a lot of what seemed to be dried red/brown stuff [a.n. blood] and that slight body hair problem [she thought she had under control].

She stopped thinking for a moment. Where was she? Glancing around her she saw she was covered in leaves, that made sense... but why? Sandi glanced around some more. She was outside. "Uh..."

Sadly she wasn't the smartest person to graze the world with her intelligence. She was far from it - almost too far from intelligent to be able to figure out where she was. "Why am I outside...?" Then it dawned on her, "WHY AM I ALMOST NAKED?""

Sandi turned her head and stared at the surroundings. It was the woods or something, somewhere. "Oh my God. That little perv!" Standing up the president of the fashion club clenched her fists, glaring around the wooded area, "SCOTTY. You better not have..." Her eyes caught something on the ground.

Scotty's body lay nicely torn up in shreds, his organs skewn all over the quaint fall ground. His severed spine ripped joyfully out and thrown aside like a meer toothpick. "..."

Putting one and one together, Sandi glared at the remains of Scotty and scowled, "Serves you right for trying to rape me in the woods you little brat. Like I would ever sleep with someone who... who used to be fat!" [a.n. in fat like me, Sandi was fat. but i guess she just pretended that never happened, because she's a conceited idiot - more obvious stating.]

Rolling her eyes the fashionista looked away. She had yet to realize her mouth was covered in blood as if she face-planted into a big bowl of blood pudding, because that might answer some questions, but then again she might just think her lipstick smeared... a lot.

Sighing, Sandi began to move around, trying to cover herself with the remnants of the blue dress, "How could this happen to ME?" She moaned as she started for the city, "I need a shower..."

"I knew I'd find YOU somewhere out here..." A familiar voice called out from behind, laughing. "I like what you did with Scotty!"

That voice. That voice sucked. That voice was the shirllest, more horrible voice that had ever existed within the walls of Lawndale High... and Sandi had known that voice through all of high school. Maybe she was a stalker - maybe she was STALKING SANDI. Whatever it was it was weird because Sandi had no idea why Ms. Barch would know Sandi would be out in the woods... because Sandi herself had no damned idea. Then it dawned on her. She was half naked and her science teacher was behind her. "Um..." Sandi stopped. She had no idea what to do. She could confide in Janet Barch - a.k.a. the biggest man-hater in the school and ask for a ride home... I mean, college was soon and I'm sure Barch wouldn't share the horror tales... in fact she might relate... with Sandi being raped and all... but wait, didn't she say, "I like what you did with Scotty?" Does this mean that Barch thinks SHE did that and now SHE'D BE ACCUSED of murder? "It was self defense." Sandi blurted out before turning to her teacher, who stood in nothing more than her usual attire, skirt, heels, blouse, angry face. "Like, he wanted to rape me and stuff..." WHAT ELSE WAS SHE SUPPOSED TO SAY?

Barch cackled in that weird witchy way she always did stepped closer to Sandi, "Relax. I know what happened."

"YOU WERE WATCHING IT HAPPEN!" Sandi stammered, glancing at her science teacher, "WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP HIM FROM-"

Laughing the teacher of Science tossed a bag at Sandi, "Damn Jon - That's why we don't let MALES into Lawndale... They screw up." She continued, "That stupid Man had it coming the day he set foot in this city and crossed MY path." She mumbled something about men being savage beasts under her breath but Sandi didn't quite hear it, "Didn't think he'd catch one of MY students... let alone turn 'em."

The bag fell inches from Sandi's feet and she stared at it, then at Barch, then at the bag, then at Barch, "What?" She replied mostly dumbfounded but trying to hold her composure till she got home [so then she could break down and cry, try to reflect why she was covered in blood, and what the Hell had happened that previous night], "Ms. Barch - I know I'm not the best student and stuff but could you maybe like give me a ride home?" She spoke quickly so she wouldn't have to repeat herself or hear what she just asked. She didn't even dare glance at the bag either because well, her Science teacher threw it to her in the middle of the woods, that she had just woken up in... almost naked.

"You want to go home looking like... that?" Barch smirked, "Okay Missy, it'll be fun to watch you explain why you've got Scotty's blood all over your face and hands to your parents..."

Did Barch even realize that Sandi had just woken up naked in the woods? "Blood?" Wait. Hmm. Thinking for a moment Miss Fashion Club President knealt down and opened the bag, hoping just by chance there was a mirror in it... not that she'd wanna see herself looking like she just killed a man with her own hands. The bag had about 8 water bottles in it, fresh towels, a pocket mirror, bandages and wraps, and even a few hefty bags and what appeared to be a really tacky sweater, fit for a giant and covered in snowmen. [something you'd find in the not-wanted bin at a thrift store] Grabbing the pocket mirror Sandi opened it up and stared at her face. She was filthy, absolutely disgusting. She face was covered in dry blood and dirt but otherwise she looked like her normal self. She checked her teeth - not pointy at all. "I had a weird dream last night..." Sandi began to use the towels and water to clean up, "I mean wooooow. It was a real nightmare."

"Oh, that wasn't a nightmare sweetie." Barch said that as if it was nothing. Taking out her cell phone she made a quick call, "Yeah... We have a mess to clean up..." She paused, listening on the other end of the line, "Yeah - Sandi Griffin. I think she'll be fine. I'm just as shocked as you are..." Barch laughed.

The car ride back to Sandi's house was a quiet one, filled with that awkward silence you'd normally get when you woke up naked in the woods with your Science teacher laughing at you for a job well done. Every passing moment back to Lawndale seemed to fill Sandi Griffin's mind with more questions than answers - mostly why a sweater like this existed in the first place and why Ms. Barch knew she'd be out in the woods. "So..." Sandi mumbled under her breath to her educator, "You wont tell anyone about this, will you?"

"We keep things secret around here, Sandi." Barch replied, keeping a steady look at the road, "Lawndale's community may be small but it's clos-"

Fashion Club President interupted while Barch continued to talk, "I mean, this whole event has me so frazzled, and getting a ride home from a teacher is so geeky, I can't even begin to explain my own ideas about it... and if people found out I was wearing well... this SWEATER."

The car stopped abruptly in the middle of the road and Janet Barch gave a very agitated glare at Sandi before realizing it was Sandi she was talking, "You do understand the situation you're in now, don't you?" Barch tried to keep her cool, after 22 years of marriage to an insensitive male her paitence had been given quite a stretch, "You're a [s]wizard harry[/s] werewolf, Sandi..."

Blinking a few times Sandi looked at Barch, then at her horribly dressed self. "Like the Wolfman or whatever?" She was skeptic, beyond skeptic, but her comment was just...

"The WolfMAN? There are other WEREWOLVES in Fiction, Sandi. Female ones. Not your savage, disgusting, manly men werewolves." Oh how she hated the fact there were no REAL female werewolves in fiction, like the men were. "Sexist pigs. I perfer to use Ginger Fitzgerald or Vivian Gandillon as prime examples of REAL werewolves..."

Having Ms. Barch as a teacher for four years meant she knew that Barch's previous statement had basically translated to, 'yes' in it's simplest terms, so using this knowlege, Sandi had just figured her teacher had gone crazy. "Well, I'll see you at school and stuff." She glanced at the car's clock and saw it was only 7:30am, 45 minutes before school was to begin. Wow, it was only that early? "Monday... I think I'll like... call in sick today." Sandi looked out the window of the car and saw she was a few blocks from her house. She didn't wanna stay in the car with her teacher telling her she was a werewolf, 'cus that's just foolish... but she didn't want to be seen outside in this horrible sweater either.

"You can't leave yet." Barch shook her head and started the car back for Sandi's house, "Don't tell anyone that happened and I'll explain everything to you tomorrow, alright?"

Maybe Barch didn't realize it but Sandi did, "Uhh, Tomorrow is a SATURDAY. I've got plans to go to the mall with Stacy, Tiffany, and Quinn tomorrow and besides, it's Saturday, no school, remember?"

Barch shook her head, "Fine, Monday - Just don't do anything stupid and DON'T tell anyone what happened, alright?"

Sneaking into the house was something Sandi was used to, having done it countless times before - as not to get caught for breaking curfew... Although wait a minute. It was a Friday Morning, past 7:30. No one was home. Duh. Shrugging it off she snagged the spare key from under the rug and opened the door, making her way quickly inside the house to shower. Now that she was home alone, she could finally begin to reflect on the events that had happened that morning and the night before.

[i]I remember...[/i] She thought to herself as she turned on the shower, hoping to clean Scotty's dried, matted blood out of her silky brown hair. [i]I remember going to Lover's Lane with Scotty... and he wore that really cute blue tuxedo which went so well with my dress...[/i] She let the water hit her back, which felt sore from laying out in the woods all night, [i]My teeth...[/i]

Turning to a mirror in the shower [because her and Linda both have to make sure they look great 100% of the time] Sandi checked her teeth again, to make sure they weren't like in her nightmare and found they were different looking than before the previous day. Her dental bonding had completely broken away, leaving the natural look of her teeth, and her porcelain fillings had fallen out [from where she had cavities].

Leaning up against the shower wall she tried to find an explanation for this but couldn't come up with anything reasonable - aside from the fact that when Scotty attempted to rape her, he knocked them out of her mouth... but then why did she remember looking in the passenger's side mirror. No. She didn't. Something stopped her from doing it. Looking at her hand she remembered her nails, there was something wrong with them at the time... and the pain. Did he poison her?

She tried to piece the situation together but none of it made sense - and what about Ms. Barch? Well, Ms. Barch was insane, that everyone in the school knew. She and Ms. Li had probably gotten into the crazy-pills one too many times and went completely psychotic about something. Sandi was nearly positive werewolves did not exist, except for in books or the TV.

Getting out of the shower, Sandi continued to put the night and morning together. Why was Barch in the woods then, aware, of Sandi's situation and ready with supplies...? She might've been hiking and made up the joke but...

Shaking her head, Sandi put on some pajamas and sat down at her desk. Someone she knew would have an answer and would be able to verify that the insanity going on was just that - insanity. That and she'd been meaning to ask Doctor Marz about the sudden hair growth problem and silver allergy - because he's a doctor - he'd know.

Picking up the phone, Sandi Griffin began to dial the number to Doctor Marz, using the number on the card he had given her. Having been a skeptic to Ms Barch's crude attempt at claiming werewolves were real, Sandi felt the need to call the doctor and figure out just what the Hell was going on with her body and that weird hallucination the night before... whatever SEX drug Scotty had given her had some weird effect.

"Hello, you've reached the offices of Doctor Michael Marz - Can I help you?" A receptionist asked in a calm, caring voice. The typing of a keyboard being heard in the background.

Sandi nodded, "Uhm, yeah. I'm Sandi Griffin and um, Doctor Marz told me to call if I had experienced anything weird..." What was happening to her was sort of weird, not many people experience rapid healing, hair growth, or an overnight silver allergy... "So-"

Doctor Marz was immediately on the line, probably called over the moment Sandi mentioned she was Sandi Griffin - Girl attacked by mysterious beast. "Hello Miss Griffin, how's the arm treating you?"

Sandi cocked her head, completely confused by the statement, he knew her arm was okay... he'd released her from the hospital because of her amazing healing abilities, "Uh... okay..." She replied, "I called because something really weird happened..."

Marz's voice picked up with a sign of joy, relief even, but he tried to hide it, "Oh? What's been going on?" He had an idea that Sandi was a werewolf but before making a drastic move he had to be sure... Then he could continue with his plans of... well... Revenge. "You took those anti-biotics we gave you, right?"

"That's like, not the problem..." She looked at her bed and noticed the usual pile of fluff, Fluffy, was not where she usually was, "Just over the past month I've had some weird problems." She rolled her eyes and turned back to her desk, "It's just that..."

A feline yowl was heard from under Sandi's bed. Growling, snarling in some type of rabid fear. It went quiet for a few moments but hissed when Sandi started to talk again.

Doctor Marz was on the edge of his seat, "Yes?" He had to be sure, despite deep down inside he already knew her situation.

"Hold on." Like the doctor can hold his day for her. Uh, hell yes. She put down the phone and got down on the floor to see her cute little kitty, Fluffy, snarling and growling at her like she was some sort of rabid dog or something, "Fluffy, what's wrong?" Sandi asked with concern, unaware of her new werewolf scent, "Come here Fluffy..." She pushed herself under the bed, cornering the poor kitty.

With a hiss and a flick of her paw, the cornered cat scratched Sandi's arm, then growled, in a [i]Stay the HELL away from me[/i] manner.

Blinking, Sandi covered the wound on her arm quickly and growled at the cat, "Fluffy!" She swatted back at the poor animal, "What was that for?" In confusion she started to back away from the cat, but when she moved the feline foe swatted again. This got to Sandi and before she could catch herself she had stopped backing up from her cat and began moving quickly toward the poor animal, banging her back against the underneith side of the bed - but she seemed to not care. "Why you..."

Fluffy darted out from under the bed in fear and jumped up on Sandi's desk, trying to stand her ground but scared all the same. Hissing the cat flattened her ears and snarled back.

Sandi crawled out from under the bed, shaking her head quickly and standing up, trying to regain her composure. "Fluffy, it's me, Sandi? Like, your owner and stuff...?" She went to her nightstand and pulled out a bag of cat treats.

The cat didn't care about the cat treats, she was more theatened by the fact she was locked in the room with a strange, intimidating animal... that also happened to be a werewolf. Fluffy continued to hiss and growl.

On the other end of the phone, Doctor Marz listened in on the battle that was happening in the room. [i]The cat is scared of her... that fast healing... I think I've got a lead...[/i] With that he hung up.

Having come to her senses and let Fluffy out of the room, Sandi laid on her bed staring up at the ceiling, trying to once again put into perspective - her mind thinking souly on her best furry friend and not her problems right now. Fluffy had always been there for Sandi through thick and thin, never been angry to her or mean, never even attempted to hurt her or attack her. The thought of Fluffy having rabies made Sandi's heart sink and tears form in her eyes... but Fluffy'd been fine yesterday and the day before... and the day before that and... Putting her face into her pillow Sandi sobbed for a minute trying to figure out how to deal with her poor cat. She couldn't deal with putting Fluffy down, she loved Fluffy more than almost anything. "Oh Fluffy..."

Sitting up, Sandi looked at the scratch marks on her arm from where Fluffy had clawed at her, they were nearly healed, as if the scratch had happened a week ago. Thinking about it, in retrospect, Sandi really didn't remember healing this fast since the animal attack... Standing up she whiped the tears from her face and started for her mom's computer in the home-office. Maybe the Internet could give her an answer to her problems... after all, having just dealt with her loveable cat going mad, she didn't feel like talking to anyone, especially a doctor.

Turning on the computer and staring at the screen, Sandi grimaced again at the thought of Fluffy turning rabid and waited for the Internet to boot up. Once online she stared at a search engine and figured out what to search first... Pausing she thought about Ms. Barch's foolish accusations of Werewolf stuff. Rolling her eyes she started to type in the search engine, "Werewolves."

Gazing at the various sites she found, Sandi started to laugh. People actually believed in this stuff? People ACTUALLY thought this stuff was real? Scrolling through a few more she found a link that read; Symptoms of Lycanthropy [Being a Werewolf].

Sandi read through the site, stumbling on every big word that she didn't understand, but when she came to the actual list of symptoms, she stared at it for a moment before trying to grasp what she'd just read. She read it again, then again, searched the entire site and read every detailed detail about werewolves, transformations, full moons, packs, silver, hair growth, nails, accidentally killing people, help groups, "Er..." Pausing she looked at her wound and compared it to a few pictures of wounds of werewolf attacks on the internet.

Nervously she closed off all the stuff on the computer and stepped away from it, sliding the chair back in. If she went by this website, everything matched up 100%... and Barch was actually right. She blinked, if this was true... Glancing at her hands she noticed a tiny bit of Scotty's blood still lodged under one of her nails, something she must've missed while she was cleaning up in the shower.

In quiet shock and desperation, Sandi Griffin moved quickly back to her room and laid down on her bed, seconds from screaming is complete and utter shock.

She still couldn't write off the fact she was a werewolf completely, I mean, they don't exist [or so she thought] They're made up, like Dracula or Damon Salvatore or that guy on that cereal box with the chocolate... Why was she comparing werewolves to vampires? Oh... yeah... Damon was a hottie in that book... [a book series she denied reading but had been obsessed with throughout ninth and tenth grade] She thought back to the Lockhart family... The werewolves in The Vampire Diaries.

Staring at herself in her vanity mirror she saw nothing different of herself. She looked like the same, beautiful, fashion diva she was before she was possibly attacked by a maybe werewolf or coyote/bear/dog/guy/mountain lion [they had those in Lawndale too, right?].

"In those books..." She thought basing her situation completely on ficitional literature, "Don't the werewolves all keep secret and stuff?" She continued to flaunt herself in the mirror double checking for any signs of werewolfness. Aside from the triple strength nails and slight hair growth she seemed [for now] to have it all under control, she seemed like normal... well, normal for Sandi, whatever that was.

Part of her was still a bit freaked at the possible idea of being a werewolf but deep inside she felt this really cool, really awesome feeling about it. In the books she read about them [being The Vampire Diaries exclusively], they were notorious for strength, power, speed... and well... in retrospect that just made her feel even better than everyone else... more than she already felt of course.

This sudden realization of greatness was shortly overcome by remembering that if she was a werewolf and someone found out... then she might get trapped by some people or shot with silver or something. Not that it'd happen probably. "Wait..."

Thinking about Ms. Barch now she shuddered. Did this mean that Ms. Barch was a werewolf who wanted Sandi to join her pack or something? Scowling, Sandi shook her head, "There is no way I would ever work with Ms. Barch on anything-"

The phone rang, interuppting Sandi's thoughts about the possible super natural surrealness, "Um, Hello?" She answered the phone, another familiar voice answering it back.

"Sandi? I was so worried about you last night. You hadn't come home, we were scared something happened to you again..." Linda Griffin had called home, hoping her daughter would have done the smart thing and stayed home after a night on the town, "Did those boys give you any trouble?"

"I'm okay, I spent the night at a friend's house after the dance and then I came home this morning." She lied, hoping no further questions or comments would come up.

Linda sounded relieved but her voice turned sour after, "You know I heard one of the students at your school was found mangled in the woods last night, the police are saying it was a bear." Sighing, her mother began to type on the keyboard at her job, "When I first heard the story I was scared it was you..."

Catching a glimpse of herself in her mirror for a moment, Sandi stared nervously, "I'm okay Mother, really..."

"Be careful out there..." With that she hung up.

Sighing, Sandi sat down at her desk and put the phone back on the hook. Picking up the papers in front of her she took a deep breath - If she was a werewolf, her Senior Year of High School just became even more stressful than any number of college applications, dates, dances, and friends could make.

The remainder of her Friday was nothing more than the usual. Her mother and father had come home from work, asked her their usual stock questions, told her they loved her and gave her a pat on the back for staying out of trouble the night before while Chris and Sam continued to fight and argue over idiotic things that made little to no sense, punching and kicking eachother.

The typical Griffin household carried on until the morning when both Linda and Tom had ventured back off to work and Sandi had come to the conclusion to meet with her friends at the mall after all.

The smells of the food court were disgusting. The mixes of every type of food known to man made Sandi feel nausiated beyond belief, but she knew with her possible new situation, it'd be something she'd have to deal with... despite the odor was seriously pissing her off.

"I can't believe Scotty died, Sandi. I am so sorry." Stacy's voice quivered at the thought of Sandi's boyfriend having been mauled by a bear or something in the woods, "I'm so glad it wasn't you... [sorta]" She looked at Sandi anxiously and turned back to Quinn and Tiffany, "I mean, I'd be scared if my boyfriend was eaten by a monster!"

Sandi scowled at Stacy, having been skeptic about the situation but still on edge, taking some offense to the comment, "Like, it wasn't a monster, Stacy. Monsters don't exist, besides, he tried to pull me away from the dance in his car, I bet he wanted to sleep with me or something. I would never sleep with someone on the first date."

Quinn looked down, having seen a bit of the trouble Scotty had gone through to impress Sandi, "He really liked you Sandi..." She paused, feeling some sadness for the boy, "I mean, he really liked you."

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath through her mouth, she nodded, nervously recoming to terms with what she had done, "I'm really bummed about the situation okay? Can we please talk about something ELSE?"

"What about Scotty?" Tiffany droned, having not paid any attention to the conversation that happened before, "He has really nice hair..."

Stacy, Quinn, and Sandi stared at Tiffany, who had been messing with her make-up the entire conversation. "Tiffany dear. Maybe you should get your face out of the mascara and realize for once that you've been wearing the same colour dress since ninth grade." Sandi snarled, standing up, not wanting to deal with the absolutely clueless moron that was in her group. With that she stormed off.

Tiffany didn't understand that statement per se but knew it was mean. She turned to the two other girls and waited cauciously for their approval. "She didn't mean it, Tiffany." Quinn replied in the nicest way possible, although deep down she agreed with the Fashion Club president. "She's just had a lot of things on her mind..."

Agreeing with this, Stacy tried to defend Sandi and influence Tiffany to not feel bad, "She got attacked by a monster last month and now this month her date to the dance was killed..." Nervously, Stacy tried to think, "It's like in those movies about the werewolves... wasn't the dance held on a full moon?" She opened her backpack [which she carried with her everywhere] and pulled out a pocket calendar and double checked to make sure it was on a full moon, "It was..."

"Stacy..." Tiffany stared at her pig-tailed friend, whom immediately jumped a bit in fear, "Werewolves aren't real... they're like Vampires..."