This was it. The morning of the full moon. It had been nearly a month since Sandi had not spoken to Ms. Barch or Mrs. Bennett about anything other than school, a month since she went to the dance with Scotty, and two months since she was attacked by that supposed werewolf Ms Barch. told her about. The stress and anxiety, plus weird, mixed emotions of rage and fear were driving the poor teenager up a wall as she stared aimlessly at her ceiling, trying to figure out how to approach the evening.

For one, she wasn't even 100% positive that she was a werewolf yet. She still believed deep down that Scotty did drug her, attempt to rape her, and was attacked and mutilated by a bear or coyote or something and somehow she was spared. However her sudden allergy to silver, slight hirsuitism [thank god], and sudden nail strength was beyond any comprehension she knew... that and she was fairly certain when her fillings fell out, her cavities completely healed, something being knocked in the back of the head couldn't fix.

Part of her really regretted not accepting the aid of Ms. Barch. Most of her regretted it actually. Whatever madness came over her to be incharge of her own situation made her more and more paniced at every thought. She wasn't ready for this. She wasn't ready to deal with the situation or responsibility of turning into a giant uncontroable beast capable of tearing apart a human male... [let alone a really nice dress from Cashmans].

Her heart raced, more thoughts filled her mind. That night with Scotty felt more and more real as the event replayed through her mind. She swallowed in fear as she grabbed a stuffed animal and hugged it, seeking whatever comfort she could have.

Flashes of screaming and yelling clouded her mind as she recalled the moment she first lost control. She felt it, the thrill, the chase, the fear. Scotty running through a field of trees, trying to hang onto his head start as she wildly trounced behind him, feeding off the terror as he ran for his life.

The power she felt was unbelievable. It was as if she was on a high beyond highs, like a God stepping on Gods, thrashing at his flesh as she felt his last remaining moments of life sink into nothing. The warmth of his blood flowing through her mouth as his bones shattered in her jaws.

Power. She swallowed hard, snapping back to reality, squeezing the stuffed toy to near suffication, her body shaking as she tried to forget about the images she saw. Her insecurities taking hold.

Sandi did not want to be here... in the hardware store, on a Friday, at noon, when she was supposed to be in school. she never thought she'd have to step into a hardware store in her life, let alone ever. This kind of stuff was for gross boys with no class, who didn't mind getting dirty in mud and filth to make a living or build something.

There she stood, in front of several different types of chains and ropes, part of her screaming to get out of the store now, that this was stupid, degrading, wrong... the other part of her pleading to do the right thing and find Ms. Barch at school and beg for help before it was too late. No, she had dignity, and she wanted to remain a queen of her own domain.

"Finding everything okay?" A tall, lanky male in his late teens or early 20s walked up at her, "Chains huh?" He chuckled a bit, "I'm Artie." He laughed geekily to himself, "Tonights a full moon. Heheh." He snorted, "Afraid the werewolves are going to get ya?" Wiping his nose with his arm, he continued, "With those wild attacks-"

This guy stunk like teenage hormones or something rank, just utterly disgusting. "Gee, you stink." She snarled quickly in blind rage before stomping out of the aisle, headed for the exit, trying to figure out what to do next. She had to go somewhere private, yet close to home [she had to have her morning shower], yet where no one goes.

Then it dawned on her. She has that toolshed no one uses behind her garage. Now she just had to go buy the right supplies. Problem solved.

Busting open the creeky wooden door to the toolshed was not as difficult as she had thought, which in her mind was a good thing, because the less effort she had to put into this, the better her plan would be. Dropping the supplies from the hardware store on the cement floor, she sneezed, the dust filling her already sensitive nose, "Hasn't anyone ever been back here before?" She rolled her eyes as she pulled a pair of rubber gloves out of her shopping bags. "This place is so..." Shutting the door behind her she tried to realize what she was doing, "Uhhh..." Something she had no clue of WHAT she was doing. So she had the chains, the locks, a power drill... [things all rung up on her mother's credit card] but she was missing something... in the heat of the moment she forgot that she had no idea HOW to set any of this up.

Pulling out her cell phone she stared at the time. 2:30. Plenty of time before sunset to sweetly ask a boy over here to just... do whatever boys do and set up these chains and collars and... She blinked a few times. Damn this was getting kinda... kinky. Shuddering at that thought she scrolled through a few numbers on her phone, stopping at a boy she had gone out with the week before - Clyde. If she remembered correctly, he did stuff with cars. She wasn't sure what that entailed but cars were made of metal... and chains were metal so...

"Hello?" Clyde picked up the phone, a sign of relief to his voice, "Sandi? Griffin? I didn't think you'd wanna talk to me after I accidentally dropped a bit of water on your shoe. Woow. I am so relieved that you'd call me."

Sandi wasn't a big fan of this boy. No. Reminded her of a male Stacy, and that was just weird... his constant anxiety filled statements, questioning himself, and desire to please the masses made her feel irritated. She only had room in her heart for one Stacy Rowe and well... "Don't worry about that... Really. Uh..." She paused, "So, I could really use some help today, Clyde." Sandi looked at her hand, her nails having grown a lot in just the past hour, "It's have to be now though, I mean..."

Clyde, being the Stacy-esque kind of person grinned at the thought of helping an especially cute girl, "Well, I had to fix my dad's car today but I can be over there in 15 minutes!" He said overly thrilled, "What can I help Miss Sandi with?" He hoped it'd be something that could lead into something more. "I mean..."

"Um... So like... I'll tell you when you get here but uhh." She tried to figure out how to put it in a way that wouldn't make her seem like a freak, "I need you to like, put some chains up for me..."

Laughing a bit, Clyde started his car, heading towards Sandi, "Chains? Kinky, Kinky..." He snickered, instantly regretting what he said, "I mean, sorry... just..."

Scowling Sandi held in her pride, she needed him to do this for her, "Right... So, see you." With that he hung up and waited for him to arrive.

Having to explain the desired set up for her 'self containment' was beyond awkward but Clyde had a pretty solid idea of what she had wanted, despite the strangeness of what it was. "I see what you want but I still don't know WHY you want it." He commented as he worked on his assingment for Sandi Griffin. Laughing he picked up a length of chain and some steel cutters, "If you're using this for a prop for a film or something, there's weaker chains that would look just as good and probably cost less." He mumbled while hooking it up to one of the deterioating support beams of the shed, "Should be good for a few days but I wouldn't leave these heavy things on there for a long time, might tear the place down..."

Sandi was staring at her nails, not even paying attention, wondering if she'd have to redo all the pedicure and manicure work she had put into them the past few days again in the morning. "Just like, make it so not even Kevin could break out of there, okay?" Though Kevin was no match for a werewolf, not that Sandi knew that. "It has to be tug resistant... for the uh... movie thing."

Clyde nodded, knowing exactly who she was talking about, "Well, unless he turns into the Hulk, he wont be able to break out of here tonight..."

After a while of working, and Sandi being bored to tears, the day began to disappear into early evening. About three hours had passed since Clyde had gotten there and by now he was exausted, having put up the chains for Miss Fashion Club President. "I'd love to stick around and watch the movie get shot tonight." He wiped the sweat from his brow and sat beside Sandi.

"What?" Oh, wait, she said she was making a movie, "Right, a movie... I can't have guests... rules and stuff, but I will credit you and stuff." She lied, a burst of energy rushing through her veins, "So like, I will..." Standing up, she looked at her house, then the shed, then Clyde. "Well uhm... Thanks for doing this for me and stuff but." She felt like she could run a million miles, "I have to get ready for tonight..." Grabbing his hand she helped him up, trying to get him out of there so she could make the shed more bareable for the night, "So uhh, I'll see you around."

Clyde was confused as to why she was rushing him away but figured it had to do with the movie and stuff. "Alright, have a good night..." He smiled gently while walking to his car, "Really, take care of yourself."

Darkness was falling fast as Sandi sat nervously in the shed, waiting for the inevitable to maybe happen. Deep down she was scared out of her mind but she tried to keep her cool [that's just who she was] despite she was alone in the shed, by herself, steel metal chains around her. She didn't like the idea of being chained up behind her house, in the tool shed, waiting nervously to see if she was attacked by Scotty or actually did happen to be a super natural freak of nature who, once a month would become a big hairy beast, out of her control, and possibly hurt, kill, or worse... injure herself.

Looking out the window she was the moon start to take center stage again, it's glistening white beauty captivating her mind. She hadn't started to change yet, maybe it was all just the drugs Scotty gave her.

Sandi leaned back on a pillow she had dragged outside from the guest room of her house, if she was possibly going to be spending the night out there, she had to make it somewhat civilized, with all the pillows and blankets she could get [that she herself didn't care about], some plush toys she had been given [that she didn't care about either], and-

She looked at her nails, they were longer, a lot longer than before, but she shrugged it off. After all, the whole nail difficulty thing had started BEFORE the dance with Scotty, so obviously it was a cause of the bite and not the drugs Scotty gave her. "Why am I even believing this stuff?" She rolled her eyes, her logic, [which has already been pretty flawed] becoming more and more illogical. "I probably just got some disease from the thing that bit me." Standing up she went for the key to the locks she had and sat back down, starting to unlock the shackles and whatever, so she could go back inside and pretend this whole, silly incident just didn't happen.

As she started to undo one of the locks, she once again felt the pointedness in her mouth. Dropping the key she grabbed a mirror she had. This time she knew she wasn't on drugs, because she made sure that everything she had been given from anyone had been tested by Stacy first.

Opening her mouth she saw that yes, indeed, like the previous month, her teeth were changing, getting longer and pointier. She poked them with her now very claw like nail and shuddered at the appearance. It was so...

The real pain had started to begin and she could remember it like last time. Every bone in her body changing, breaking, growing, splintering, all at once... The inhumanity of it all. [literally] She wanted to scream but her mind kept telling her that if she did, someone might come out there, she needed to hold it in - no one, not even SHE wanted to see herself like that.