"Jenny," she says, not meeting your eyes, "I...I can't let you do that."
"Becky..we're BEST friends," you reply, "I'm not ready to lose you, and I'm not gonna give up on you."
"Jen..it's too late. It's not safe for me to go with you. I'm..I'm one of them now," she says, gesturing to the werewolves on the dock, who continue to simply stare at you.
"You're also still BECKY!" You tell her, "You're still the same girl you were a half-hour ago, just...infected. Come on; there's still time!"
"No, Jenny, there's not," Becky says, showing you her arm again. It's totally healed, there's not even a scratch on it. "I can already feel it starting," she says, "And as scared as I am, part of me WANTS it. I don't know how much longer I've got." Her eyes flicker, a flash of amber running through them. You can see her struggling to maintain her humanity.
"Becky," you say reply, "I...I don't want to leave you. I know there's a cure somewhere on this island; there's GOT to be! You just have to hold out!"
"Jenny!" she says, her eyes flashing amber again, "You...NEED...to...GO!" Becky shook her head, struggling more, and when she looks at you again, the amber's gone. "Jen..I..I can hear your heartbeat, fluttering like a rabbit's. I..I can smell your sweat, the adrenalin, the fear, and part of me...hell, MOST of me likes it now. The werewolves on the dock; I can smell them, too, just like they can smell us. And just like I'm smelling fear in you, they're smelling lust on me, because as much as I'm keeping control, another part of me wants this. Another part of me is getting turned on by all of this."
"Becky," you say, barely able to keep the horrified quivering out of your voice, "Just...just hang on. We'll get you inside somewhere; the town's not that far away, and...and someone there's GOTTA know how to help you."
Becky's eyes flash amber again, and she suddenly steps up, grabbing you in a tight embrace. "Remember when we got drunk and fucked around when your parents were on vacation?" she asks, sniffing along your neck, sending a shiver up your spine, putting goosebumps up and down your skin. "Ahh, yeah...you do. I can smell your pussy, Jen. You're a naughty girl, not wearing any panties!" Her voice had a rough undertone, like something was caught in her throat. She licks your neck, and growls softly in your ear. "What I'm gonna do to you tonight makes that look like NOTHING! I wanna lick your twat, taste your cum, and sink my fangs into your tender flesh, gifting you with something that will make you a GODDESS!" Becky pulls away, shoving you backward. She falls to her knees, covering her eyes.
She says nothing for a moment, then looks up at you, again no trace of her animal side visible. "Jen. You need to go. You need to go NOW. They're coming." Becky was right; the werewolves were slowly coming toward the two of you.
"B...Becky..it doesn't have to be like this!" You protest again.
"I can keep them occupied," Becky says, "But I don't know for how long. Please Jen, just GO!"