"I guess I'll be going home now," Jen said, gathering up her shirt and torn pants.
"Actually, my dear," said Ms. Davidson, "I have a small request of you, before you leave."
"Oh? So soon? I just didn't-"
"What? You didn't expect it would be so soon?" Ms. Davidson interrupted. "It's really no big thing, it'll only take you moments, dear. I could handle it myself, but I'd rather if you did it for me."
"What do you need me to do?" Jen asked, wondering what she would be told to do, and if it truly was that simple.
"Remember when I told you there was only one infectious werewolf in town?" Jen nodded. The counselor continued," Now, with the addition of your new powers, there are two. That's one too many. You will kill the other."
"But..I've never fought another werewolf. I don't even know who it is. It's not a full moon, not until next week. How will I find him?" Jen didn't like the idea of having to fight. There was no guarantee that she'd survive, and she didn't like the idea of an eternity in hell.
"That's not a problem," laughed Ms. Davidson. "He's tied up in my bedroom right now. Utterly harmless and trapped in his human form. There's absolutely no danger to you whatsoever. I told you, I could do this myself, but I'd rather you did it."
Jen pondered her answer.
"Do this for me, and I will reward your loyalty, Jennifer. I will give you magickal assistance in gaining allies for my war-our war with heaven!"
It was tempting, to be sure. Jen could see her future growing in her mind's eye. She could see herself as the alpha bitch, mother to an enormous pack of werewolves, an army of sensual and deadly warriors, all sexually subservient to her, both male and female. But she also was worried. She'd done quite a bit wrong in the past few days, but she'd not crossed the line into murder yet. In theory, she could still avoid truly being damned. Was she in too deep to get out, she wondered.
"Jennifer? Will you do this for me?" asked Ms. Davdison again, this time more firmly. Jen could tell she was beginning to grow a bit irritated with her, as her eyes had gone pure black, and the fires of hell were dancing in her pupils.
"I.." began Jennifer.