Howling at the moon (marina)

Captivity; you’d have thought that she could deal with being locked up and kept manacled so if she did shift into a werewolf. You’d be wrong; the manacles triggered her PTSD and she shook silently as memories flooded her mind. It was like the “Three AM Terrors” that some people had; those doubts of your purpose and place in the world and the realization that you are a small dust mote in reality. Control was an illusion after all. She knew that better than anyone she had constant reminders that she controlled little. It made sense, after all the minute she evoked the control she did have it would fade away like the wind in the fall leaves. She didn’t know whether Machiavelli or Sun Sui had said that but it struck an ironic note in her mind. After all if you did not exercise power in the vampire community you had to watch your back. She exhaled slowly, blowing the air out through pursed lips. Her head hurt, she was slightly dehydrated but she didn’t want to risk drinking anything and puking. She felt frustrated all to hell that she had to be here at all. She bloody well knew she was immune to the virus or whatever it was that caused the were transformation. Her ex boyfriend joked that if she ever turned she’d be a freaking were unicorn because she was too busy looking for good people to hang with.

FML is this what I’ve got to do for the next two days its gonna suck like no other. she thought as she felt around and found the keys to her manacles. It took some work to do it, but she was double jointed. She could work one hand free and use it to unlock the other. Crazy? Maybe, but she had to pee, and she wasn’t going to ask Trent to help her. She wanted some control over her choices and it began with trusting herself for five minutes.

After she was done she came back, her relief was palatable as she took a breath and looked at the manacles. She tilted her head and heard the sounds of a fight not that far off. Shit, someone decided to try and go all Rambo on a were. When would they learn not to do that? she thought then smirked as she thought that it would probably be when she stopped getting herself into dashing heroics. She may have been too pretty to die but that didn’t mean she couldn’t. Ahh well, she noticed the window was open and moonlight was pouring in. Grabbing a step stool it was a simple thing to open the window and wiggle her ass out onto the grass. Trent could fuss later, there was some rescuing to be done. She would totally not let some guy become a happy meal with legs for berserker Benji. The problem was that all she had on her was what was on her and that consisted of her cell phone and her rape whistle that she’d gotten in one of those ever popular booth fairs that they put in the student memorial center to make students buy crap they didn’t need. She had some chewing gum. That would be good. If she died the coroner would note she had minty fresh breath. She did have a dagger on her but it was so small it didn’t even count as a weapon unless you were Chuckie.

Moving towards the feelings of pain she came into the clearing and saw Mike trying to drag himself up. There was a cut on his face. She sighed and walked towards him, “Mike, what happened to you?” she asked as she looked him over and helped him to get his bearings.

"Werewolves are pretty grumpy during the full moon. I dated one a few years back. Didn't end well." she admitted as she looked up at him. "You look like you just got scratched. Is that all?" she asked him gently. She looked at him and brushed her hair out of her eyes.

"Whose Jesse?" she asked as she beckoned him to follow her and walked her way back to Trent's place, "You're welcome. I got scratched by one of those yesterday and no one believes me when I tell them I'm immune. A friend was keeping an eye on me. He's probably going to scold me for leaving but I heard your fight and I didn't want anyone else to get hurt. My friend Zach was bit last night and he is going to have to live with it, but maybe I can help you my blood has antibodies against the werewolf virus. If we can find a way to get those into you it might work..."

She massaged her neck where Trent had bitten her. She wasn't expecting to have all this happen to her it was a bit of a tangle and a half. Trent had just gotten back and they'd gone from one date to him biting her after a three week hiatus due to homework or whatever. Now there was Mike and Darryl. "Mike, you're going to have to tell Darryl you got scratched. If my blood doesn't help you you'll need him. He's the local werewolf Alpha. His pack isolates themselves so they don't bite people. Whatever were scratched you wasn't a part of his pack. Normally I wouldn't dream of outting another supernatural but you need to know and you've already had some experience from what I've gathered."

She shrugged her shoulders softly, "I got raked across the side once when I didn't know what he was but it went away. That's how I know I'm immune. I got really sick but my fever broke and that was about it. I suppose it means I have to be careful that I don't get too much of a dose but so far so good." she beckoned him to follow her as she followed her route back the way she came. "I'm sure you're friend Jesse could help you out if he was here but Darryl's a good guy. He'll help you out if what I do doesn't help.

She looked at him, "Well my dad has a bit of the antibiotic saved up in case it was needed. My friend Trenton could probably go get it. He's got full access to the house. He should be able to bring some back and we can inoculate you against the scratch and hope for the best. in the mean time we'll just get you cleaned up. Regardless of werevirus those claws are nasty."

She soon saw the house and knocked on the door, waiting for Trent to open it. "Just try and relax. I'll let Trenton know you're a friend of mine and it should be okay." she murmured as she looked over at him and stood at the door.

"Oh I was scared but my ex boyfriend nursed me through the fever. He was...sad that I didn't turn. I think he was hoping I would so he wouldn't be lonely." her voice trailed off and she got a sad look on her face. She still felt bad about Philip it weighed on her and some days it was better than others. As it was she was feeling pretty exhausted from everything that week and just wanted to relax and lay down. Soon enough they would see if the vaccine of her blood would work.

"I'll do my best but you must promise me that you'll tell Darryl what happened. Its not my place to out him and he needs to know why I did it." she said as she waited for the door to open and looked at him, "I'll make sure you don't scar. I'm really good healing up injuries." she said to him a bit ruefully. She wanted to make sure he didn't feel worried or upset.

Sighing she looked at Mike sadly, "I know. I was just immune and didn't turn. It hurt him greatly but the change broke his mind a bit. He...was never the same afterwards. He got territorial and aggressive. Not towards me but other males at times and it just got to be too much. It was a mess." she shook her head sadly and picked up her pace. So much pain and suffering.

"Good. Darryl is nice and I'd hate him to be upset." she said with relief as she knocked on the door, "Trent!! Come on open the door..." she sighed, "We're gonna have to crawl in through the window. He's a vampire you would think he would hear me tromping around like a bull moose." she muttered as she went around the side and found the window. "I'll crawl in first and then you." she said simply as she slithered back into the room she was staying in. "Trent can you please open the door?" she called.

She blinked as Trent opened the door, "Oh good you are home. Can I ask a big favor??" she asked as she beckoned Mike in. "This is my friend Detective Mike Corbett. He got scratched by a werewolf. Can you go to my dad's place and go into the mini fridge that holds my medicines? It should have vials and syringes and such of my antibodies. It will say something like MS11456 or something like that. I think if we inject Mike with it it will help him build an immunity to becoming furry once a month." she said as she looked up at Trent with a pleading look.

She snorted, "I am about as close to a gazelle as a bear is to a ballarina." she laughed softly, "But thank you for the flattery nonetheless." she walked up to him and dabbed at the side of his mouth, "You missed a spot." she said as she handed him the handkerchief and gestured to Mike to sit down. "Sorry this is so unexpected. I heard something and snuck out. I told him you could yell at me when I got back." She didn't look particularly repentant at her escape nor did she tell how she had managed to get out of the room she was in. She just went about making sure Mike was okay as if breaking out of cells was all in a days work for her.

Looking at Trent's shirt she sighed, "Okay you, off with the shirt. We have company over no need to bleed all over the place." she said as she held her hand out for the garment, "I do not want to know how much you spend on clothes." she muttered as if interrupting Trent's feeding wasn't dangerous. "You want me to throw it out or save it?" she asked as she looked at him and then back at Mike, "Just relax, Mike we'll get this ironed out." she said simply as she looked back at Trent and cupped his cheek, "Sorry for barging in." she said softly to him as she looked into his eyes and sighed softly. This was not normal no matter how you sliced it. Someone had a hole in their neck or worse. It was a bit of a different situation for her to be sure.