Chapter 9

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Since I know after I get Bri's feedback I'll probably be too afraid to show it to the rest of you...

AN: Forgive me Char...please forgive me. And Brianna, let the girls live. My dad too.

Chapter 9
February 15, 1982-6:00 PM

James finished the last of the wine in his glass and set it down, brushing his fork against his plate as he spoke.
"So, what'd you think of dinner?"
"It was good, like always. Roast was a little salty but good."
James mentally grimaced as the part of him that had wanted to rip into her numerous times in the past few months turned on.
"Thought you'd like it, at least I gathered you would from the pictures I found in the closet."
Her face flushed for a second and then she cleared her throat.
"What do you mean?"
"Those ones from when you were working at the club. Of course from those I'm surprised you like meat."
"James! What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me? I'm not the one trying to hide my past."
"I'm not hiding it, I just don't think it's appropriate for Jamie to hear some of this, that's all."
"So when were you planning on telling her what Mommy used to do to girls? Or how about the fact that she has a brother and sister living in London because Mommy couldn't keep a handle on herself when she was sixteen?"
Her eyes watered and she stood up.
"I don't know what the hell's gotten into you, but I don't need to listen to this."
"Running away like always, huh Mand? That sure helped things with your family, didn't it?" god, this was hurting. She wasn't crying yet, though. She was biting her lip, forcing the tears to stay in her eyes. She put her hand on Jamie's shoulder.
"Sweetie, why don't you go to your room and play? Mommy and Daddy need to talk."
"Yeah, because we wouldn't want her to actually know what Mommy did before we got married, would we?"
"James..."
He heard her throat tighten and he gritted his teeth, wishing that there had been another way to do this.
"What? Are you ashamed of the fact you were 'friends' with everyone in London and her brother?"
"You knew about this before. Why would some pictures suddenly upset you?"
"I'm wondering why you kept pictures of you and the man who left you when he found out what you were. Then again, if I'd been in the right frame of mind I might have done the same when I found out."
"What...the...hell..." she was on the verge of tears, but she spoke slowly to try and keep a handle on her self. James noticed her fingers digging into Jamie's arm, puncturing holes in her shirt.
"Well, why'd you keep 'em Mand? Oh, and while we're at it, why'd you keep pictures of Brian? I thought those scars would be memories enough."
"They were from before....before he started doing those things."
"Oh, so just from when he gave you something you couldn't keep, right?"
He knew he'd touched a nerve there, mentioning the abortions Brian had forced on her. She trembled, skin flushing and ears covering with a fine bit of hair as the words hit her.
"How could you mention that so lightly when you know the same thing could have happened to Jamie?"
"And who's fault was that? I didn't force you to go into Brian's room to talk, did I? Then again, I've always wondered if you went in thinking it was just talk. After all, you agreed to wear that skimpy little dress, and you let him get close enough to-"
"This coming from the man who promised me he'd protect me from my ex."
"Well I wasn't going to interfere all the time, had to let you figure out how stupid your decisions were."
"By risking our daughter?"
"You didn't seem to care about the others, you gained and got rid of them quick enough."
"You know I wanted to keep them. Brian just wouldn't let me."
"Why'd you stay then? Oh right, because he was your meal ticket. If he let you go you would have been just another girl whoring around the streets of London. As it was, you were just his personal plaything or punching bag. And you must've liked it if you believed he loved you for so long."
"If I hadn't been scared of him I would have left, you know that."
"Scared? You're a fucking werewolf Mand. You could have killed him if you gave it half a thought. Instead you just changed him to give him even more of an advantage over you. I think you've got more of a maschositic streak then you like to admit."
"How can you say that after what you saw him do to me? After what you heard...."
"Everyone expresses pleasure differently, luv" he spat the word out, feeling like someone was ripping his heart out as he kept speaking, walking around the table so he could touch her arm.
"For all I know you were crying for more. Some girls say stop when they mean keep going. You've done it often enough with me."
"I did leave, isn't that enough?"
"With my help. Without me you wouldn't have been able to find the door. You were just a dumb little piece of trailer trash back then, and now-" his heart seized up when he saw the anger flare in her eyes. He knew he'd crossed the line, calling her trailer trash. Brian had done that, and look where that had gotten him.
Before he could think of another insult, he was being twisted around and thrown against the fridge. After his head cleared, he saw that her fangs were out and that her body was quickly growing more musclar and being covered in fur. He gasped as she twisted his arm so hard he could hear the bone cracking.
"Punching bag am I? We'll see about that" she muttered, the speech a little awkard due to her sharpening teeth. She grabbed his forearms, pulling him back and bending him over the counter. Her nails dug sharp gouges into his face, neck, shoulder, anywhere she could reach. Then he slumped to the ground and she was standing over him, grabbing him again. She pulled him up, running her finger nail down from the top of his head to his chin, leaving a thick trail of blood.
She'd told him what she'd done to a man who tried to rape her once, and it pained him to know the words he had said were as bad as that act when she dug her fingers into his skin. He yelled as he felt his ribs cracking, trembling violently when her hand slipped out from his abdomen. He dropped again, and this time she didn't bother to pull him up. She got down on the ground, digging her fingers into his sides so that when she withdrew there was blood down the top two inches of her fingers. The trembling grew worse when he saw her lick the blood off her fingers with a pleasured look on her face. He closed his eyes then, hoping that the things he was imagining she was doing were worse than the real thing as her hands dug into his torso again. Wait, only one hand did this. The other was on his face, clawing and marring. God, just kill me or bite me already, either one is fine...I'm sorry, I'm s-
His thoughts halted as he heard Mandy yelp and felt something dig into his leg. Fangs, small fangs. Oh God, Jamie...
He heard a smaller, higher yip then and felt Mandy's weight leave his body. He hesitantly opened his eyes, watching as Mandy stared warily at Jamie and then at him. His vision grew blurry after this, but he did see her fighting nature and change back just enough so her mouth was formed normally. Then she crawled to the phone and the last thing he saw was her dialing, and then the last sound that hit his ears before his mind shut down was her hysterically sobbing that a strange animal had attacked her husband...

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