"What the hell?" you ask, realizing they're not giving chase, "Why aren't they chasing us?" It wasn't so much that you were really upset by this, rather just puzzled. "I'd have thought that two defenseless young girls would be a prime meal." You start walking toward the lights of Port Moonrise, eager to get further away from the monsters before celebrating your good fortune.
"One," Becky said, startling you. There was something just a little off in her tone of voice.
"What?" you ask, suddenly realizing Becky hadn't kept walking with you. "Becks, what the hell are you doing? We shouldn't be hanging out here. Let's get into the town!" Becky nodded, trotting over to you and keeping pace for a short while longer.
About another minute later, however, she said, "Just one, Jen. Just one."
"Just one what?" you ask, wondering if your friend had lost her mind.
She smiled at you, an insane twinkle in her eye, "Just one defenseless girl."
You laugh nervously, amused by Becky attempting to be a bad ass. She was like you, roughly 5'4" and 120 pounds. She had a certain tomboyish streak in her, but nothing you'd ever seen her say or do implied "bad ass". "Yeah, sure Becks," you say, assuming she's making a weak attempt at humor, or to psyche herself up, "If you're not a defenseless girl, what are you?"
"I'm a girl who's been here before," she replied, staring at you with a smirk.
"Wait, what???" you ask, stopping in your tracks, your stomach sinking.
"The reason why they're not chasing you is that I'm with you. They know you're my prey," she says, grinning from ear to ear. Your heart hammers; the fight or flight response was kicking in. You turn around, getting set to run, when Becky stops you with a chilling warning. "Run and you're dead. Just sit tight, Jen."
"Becky..you're not-you're not gonna kill me. My mom knows you're out with me," you tell her, trying to save yourself.
Becky just laughed. "I'm sure you didn't tell your mom where we were going. And I wasn't meaning it like that. It's just...running brings out my hunting instinct, and you DON'T want that," she said, still smiling that cruel smile. She reached back, pulling her hair out of her ponytail. "Trust me, ponytails look really stupid on a werewolf," she said, seeming like the old Becky for a second.
"Becky," you ask, feeling a certain amount of hopelessness in your situation, "What the fuck?"
"Before you moved here, a friend of mine brought me here. This same exact spot, and she told me exactly what I'm gonna tell you. I know it's scary, but you'll love it. Trust me," Becky told you.
"Becky," you plead, "Just...just let me go. I'll get on the boat in the morning, and I won't say a word!"
Becky shook her head, "Sorry, that'd just make your home life more awkward."
"W-What?" you ask, suddenly very confused, and frightened for your mother.
Becky laughed cruelly, "Right after you invited me, I told my mom and dad. They called up your mom and invited her to a dinner party. She accepted. Right now she's in the company of 8 or so werewolves. Of course, when the moonlight starts coming through the window, the real party is going to start!"
"Wh-what the fuck?" you ask, shuddering.
"It wouldn't do to have you being a werewolf and your mom not being one," Becky said, "Trust me, infecting your parents is kind of tricky and awkward."
"So that's why you let us come here; you wanted to infect me," you say, the weight of everything on your shoulders pressing down.
"You'll love it," Becky says, "I promise. Look, if I'd let you come by yourself, you'd already be hunted. That's what happens here. Pretty much the whole town is full of werewolves. When we get on the boat in the morning, you'll see how few of the others return. I came with you because I DO like you, Jenny, no matter how weird this seems."
"Yeah...wonderful," you say, your voice barely above a muttered whisper.
"Hey, come on," she says, smiling. "I can teach you all the tricks of the trade, like this," she reaches into her purse, pulling a small bottle of sleeping pills out. "A few Lunesta or Valiums, and it's enough to let you keep the animal inside during the early bit of moonrise. Kind of a neat trick, huh?" Once again, it seems like the old Becky, the one you knew before this evening, the one you'd always be close with.
"I'll admit, I never saw that in any horror movie," you say, forgetting the situation, even letting out a slight snicker. Of course, then you remember the situation in all its cruel reality, and all traces of even a smile disappear from your face.
"That being said," Becky says, looking equally serious, "All the sleeping pills in the world don't change what's inevitable. I don't have more than a couple of minutes before I start to change, so we need to get on with this. Take off your clothes."
"What-why?" you ask, realizing that things are going to get dangerous for you again. That whole flight-or-fight response kicks into high gear, and your heart hammers in your chest once more.
"Because I don't want to ruin your outfit," Becky says, "You want to have something decent on when you go back home tomorrow." Becky kicks her sandals off, "Plus, since I'm going to fuck you, it makes everything easier."
"Ex..excuse me?" you ask, stunned. Not only are you possibly going to become a werewolf tonight, you stand a chance of being raped if you don't go along with it.
"That's the nice way to make someone into a werewolf. It's much nicer than the alternative, I can assure you. It's fun, and it feels good. You and I get each other off as I change, it gets a little rough, but in a good way, and wham-bang, you're not just a friend, you're my pack-sister," she replies, as matter of fact as if she's describing how to make a really good hamburger. "Shit, Jen," she says, a truly wild look in her eyes, "Just thinking about that, here in the moonlight..it's bringing out the wild side in me. So come on, take off your clothes."