As Sam's body began to revert back to its human form, Jen noticed the same thing happening to Gillian. The red werewolf collapsed on the floor, shuddering violently, almost seizurelike. Within a minute or two, there was only Gillian where the werewolf had been, bathed in sweat. There was also the matter of the corpse on the bed.
Gillian got up, staring at the body on the bed. "I...I know we had to do it, but..I just can't help but feel guilty," she told Jen, echoing the crisis of conscience Jen was having. "He looks so peaceful and angelic right now. I didn't feel bad at what I did to Frank. He was a monster before he got infected. But your brother..."
Gillian trailed off, looking down at the floor.
Jen walked over to her, embracing her. "It's okay, Gillian. It's like you said, we did what we had to do. It's over now. All that's left is burying the body."
"It's not right, you know, Jen," Gillian said quietly as she got dressed.
"Huh?" Asked Jen, completely confused.
"What you did to me....making me feel this way for you...making me turn into that animal for you," Gillian replied, turning to face Jen, a defiant and hurt look on her face.
"Gillian, I did what I had to do. You would have been killed if I hadn't," Jen said, trying to pacify her.
"No, that's where you're lying. You didn't do it for me, not all of it, at least!" Gillian snapped. "You did it for you! You didn't want to die, and you didn't want the risk of me being turned on you! So you did your little trick! And now...and now...I can't even stay really angry at you. As furious as I am, I can't bear the thought of hurting you. Now my husband's dead, and I find myself having murdered again tonight! To top it all off, I find myself having sinful, lustful thoughts of you. I'd never even thought of being with another woman before last night, and yet now I find myself wanting you!" Gillian's eyes welled with tears. "God, please forgive me," she whispered in a voice half-choked with tears.
"Gillian," Jen said, trying to give her another hug, wishing not to feel so guilty.She'd done what she had to do, right?
Gillian pushed her away. "No...not...not right now, Jen. I need some time to think, to figure out what thoughts are mine, and which ones that you put there. I need to figure out what truth you told me, and what lies you've told me. Go out into the yard and dig the hole for me, if you're even willing to take that much responsibility for your actions. And while you're digging, I want you to think about being honest with me, because I think there's still something you haven't told me, at least not the whole story about your brother, and all."
Jen nodded, "It's in the garage, right?"
"Yes," Gillian said. Jen began to leave the room, but Gillian stopped her. "One more thing, Jen. I figured out how to use the spell you used on me. I did a little research this afternoon, while you were away. It's funny how clearly I can think when you're not around. I'm asking you to be honest with me when you finish digging the hole, and I'll be honest with you right now. What you kindled inside of me is unnatural. Not just because the Bible speaks against it, but because it wasn't a feeling I had inside of me before you used the spell. Try as I might, I can't keep the feelings away. But love can turn to hatred so very easily, Jennifer, and the power lies with me. You should keep that in mind."
Jen nodded solemnly, not liking the thinly veiled threat. She left the room without another word, and headed outside to dig Sam's burial plot. Jen wasn't sure what to do, thinking heavily as she dug the hole. Should she be honest, she wondered? Should she reveal her own bestial nature to Gillian, or would that only make things worse? Or should she take some other course of action? Jen thought of simply running away, though she would always have to look over her shoulder. Jen reflected upon how much her life had simply gone awry in such a short period of time, and wondered if it might be simpler to just end it.
Jen wasn't a quitter, however. Somehow, she knew she'd turn the situation to her advantage. Unfortunately, she hadn't figured this out by the time the hole was dug, and it was time to go back inside and face the music.