Nancy cracked open an eye. She was cold. *Holy shit, I'm naked.* Staring down
at her naked wist she realized there were arms gently wound around her.
Blinking, she swore. A shaft of sunlight hit her from a high window.

*I'm in the library cage." Nan shook as the memory came back to her with all
the ease of a sledge hammer. *Oh God. I'm a monster. I'm the thing that eats
little kid goats when their mom's are out. I'm a killer. The perfect
murderer. Even I won't know who or what I've done. I'm a..* "Werewolf."

Oz had ripped her open and given her something way better than a debilitating
disease. He'd infected her with lycanthropy. And she had tried to murder them
both. Nancy stared at her hands. The flesh was white and human. Somehow deep
down inside she could feel the fur. See the claws. Shuddering she clawed her
way free of Oz's arms.

He curled up into a ball.

*Damn you.* Nancy thought as she crawled into the far corner. She could feel
the beast inside of her. It was under her skin. It was in her veins. *Other.*
Her mind whispered savagely. *Damn you. I should have killed us when I had
the chance. I could do it now. Because I can't fucking handle this. My skin
itches.* Unconsciously she scratched at her pale skin.

Her ears caught the jingle of keys. Her eyes snapped to the library doors.
Larry pushed the door open. She felt her heart race and her mind spin off in
two directions. *I'm naked. Larry's going to see me buck ass naked,* and a
more disturbing, *Prey, 292 pounds, quick shot to the throat.* Nancy fought
the shakes. *Get a fucking hold of yourself! Nancy Doyle is not a fucking
psycho.*

Oz's left eye blinked open. It was as if he were a green eyed Cyclops. Nancy
stared at the psuedo-pole eye and tried to force down the urge to tear it
loose and worry it. "How do you feel?" He asked.

*How do you think I feel, fucker?* "Fine. Better than fine. I can't handle
this. Think I'm going to shoot us today." She stood up, "Turn around
asshole." She growled at Larry. "I'm naked and pissed off." Reaching up on
top of the file cabinet, Nan grabbed her clothes and tossed them to the cage
floor. The gun she had hidden in the pants glinted in the daylight.

"Nan," Oz stared up at her. "Are you going to threaten me everyday?"

"Yes." *Hell yes, I will threaten until I get up the balls to ice your cute
little ass.*

Oz nodded. With a move to fast for human eyes, he pulled the gun out of her
hands. "Get dressed."

*Bastard. I could have a knife. A silver knife. Ram it into your lungs you
smug little inhuman...* Nancy grabbed her underwear. Jamming her panties on
and tugging the bra up and into place she glared at him. He tossed her shirt
at her.

Not bothering to get dressed, he called over to Larry. "Out."

Larry dropped a box of doughnuts on the table. He unlocked the cage. "The way
I see it, you tow need some time alone. Maybe a day. Because you're both
freaked out."

"Nonhuman status is fairly freaksome." Oz reproached him.

"Yeah, I get that. But being trashed off your ass while vampires kill your
family and not being able to save them because you're a drunk football jock
isn't fun either. We've all got shit. She needs to deal with it." He gave
Nancy a look.

*Look at me again and I'll eat your heart.* Nancy stared at him the way a
wolf eyes a rabbit. Oz growled at her. Larry rolled his eyes.

"You were a fucking psycho before you got wolfed." He commented. "I brought
food. Eat. Talk. Get it out of your system. Tomorrow I find you sweaty and
naked or naked and dead. Either way I get to see Oz's ass."

Oz blushed.

Larry shrugged and gave him a wink. "Patrol tomorrow night." Then he walked
out.

Nancy looked at Oz.

Oz looked at Nancy.

"I don't want to talk. I don't want to work it out." She growled.

"Deal."

"No." *I'm a monster. I die. End of story. Thought I could handle it. Woke up
craving raw meat. End game. We die.*

Oz circled her. His movements were almost hypnotic. Nancy let her eyes track
him. He wasn't prey. He wasn't human. He was Oz. *What the hell is wrong with
me?* Nan asked herself as she scented the air around them.

"You feel it too."

*I don't know what he's talking about. I can't hear shit three rooms away. I
can't feel every hair on my body stand on edge when he's near.* "Can you
remember it?"

The change, the pain, the not being and being. Becoming instinct. "No."

Nancy barked. "I can."

Oz's eyes widened.

*Ha! You can't. You don't know what you are.* "I was an animal. I was more
alive then I have ever been in my whole fucking life Oz. But it was wrong. I
want blood. I want raw meat. Not cold and uncooked, hot and bleeding, alive."

"Nan," Oz opened his hands palms up.

"I can feel it now. In me. I know what I am now Oz. And it isn't good." Nancy
let out a ragged breath. "I want to hunt."

Oz came closer. She could scent him clearly. *Get the fuck away from me.* She
tried to back away but her body moved forward and closed the gap between
them. "I want what she wants.* Nancy purred.

"She?" Oz's breathing was coming fast and loose.

*I can make your heart pound, little bitch.* Nancy grabbed Oz, "The Wolf."

"Wants?" Oz stared into her eyes and she knew she had him.

"You." Nancy slammed her lips into his with bruising force. His arms flailed
until he grabbed for her hips. Then she was shoving him to the ground. "You.
And the hunt."

"You want to hunt?" Oz asked, breathless on the floor.

"I want to kill." *See why I have to die?*

"Nan," Oz tried to climb to his feet. Nancy slammed her body down on top of
his. She could feel his fear, taste it.

"I am what you made me." She drew a finger along his jawbone.

"What are you?" Oz asked.

*The fucking tooth fairy.* "I'm the Wolf."

End.