Jen walked back inside, leaving the shovel at the back door. Gillian was in the living room, with the lights turned down low, sitting on the couch. She looked at Jen, speaking softly, "Is there anything you'd like to tell me?"
Jen sighed, sitting down next to Gillian, and over the course of the next twenty minutes, she revealed everything to her pseudo-lover, not omitting any detail of the past few days. Gillian didn't really respond, simply staring at the floor, refusing to even look at Jen. "I'm sorry, okay? Look..I can't help myself. It's not like I was really a lesbian before I met you either. I was actually pretty bothered by the way you were acting towards me that first night, and later that morning."
"So then why did you touch me the way that you did tonight?" Gillian asked.
Jen thought for a moment; it was a fair question. "Because I was getting turned on. I don't know what it is, really, I mean as far as the reason behind it. The best I can figure is that it's because I've got the werewolf inside of me. I can't help it. No matter if they're male or female, every person I see, I want to change into a werewolf. It's the animal side of me that wants to bring out the animal side of them. I would have thought it would simply have been Sam, but it wasn't, no matter how much I wish it was. Seeing you change, and being right there with you while it happened made me realize that."
"Thank you for being honest with me, Jen. It helps a lot. While you were out, I prayed to God, and He spoke to me, and told me what to do about this matter," Gillian told her, looking at her for the first time since their conversation started. Gillian reached into her pocket, pulling out a veterinary syringe filled with a dark red liquid and laid it beside Jen. "Do you know what that is?"
Jen shook her head, feeling uneasy, "It looks like blood."
"That's right," Gillian told her, "I took it from your brother's body while you were outside. It carries the moonlight curse. You see, Jen, I realize the main difference between the sort of werewolves we are, and the sort of werewolves your brother and my husband were. Those who are made by moonlight are filled with a destructive rage, and those made by magic seem to have an amount of free will, just as humans do."
"Oookay..." said Jen, not really sure where Gillian was going with this, but keeping her eye on the syringe of blood all the same. She didn't like it being so close to her, though the possibilities had already begun to run through her mind.
"I can't control the feelings I'm having. If you're telling the truth, neither can you. And let's face facts; eventually you're going to drink some Coke in front of me, simply so that I transform again. That's where the blood comes in. I'm not sure I can handle this bond we have. You have three choices," Gillian said, pointedly looking into Jen's eyes.
"Three choices? What are they?" Jen asked, even more confused.
"The first option is for me to inject myself with the blood. Odds are, this will override my desire to protect you. There's Coke in my refrigerator; you wouldn't be defenseless. We fight to the death, closing the circle," Gillian was speaking with a grim finality that Jen found uncomfortable.
"Gillian, I..I...don't want to fight you-"
Gillian held her hand up, silencing Jen, "The second option is for you to inject the blood into yourself, or I can do it for you if you're uncomfortable with needles. This sort of power you have isn't something you should have total control over. Whether we fought or not would really be up to you. I, of course, wouldn't be defenseless either, because of what you did to me."
"Gillian, I said I don't want to fight you. I-"
Again, Gillian held her hand up, silencing Jen, "The final choice is tolet me use the spell on you. God told me how I can make everything right, for both of us, so that we can be together without it truly being a sin. It is both a transformation and a dare. I will tell you no more about it. You simply have to trust me, as I trusted you when you came to my door last night. And you must tell me right now what your choice is, or I will make it for you."
Jen wanted to argue, but saw that Gillian would have none of it, simply by the look in her eye. "Well, Gillian...I guess I'll have to pick..."