His head loomed from the kitchen, only a dark mass,"Where is she?"

"Harry.." Niall was cautious. This didn't sound like the Harry he knew. It couldn't be. He was thinking about so many things, he didn't know what to say.

"Niall!" Harry growled, moving forward into the living room until his head was visible. Niall stood back in horror, putting himself in front of his girl. His eyes widened in horror. Harry's eyes were now blood red, almost demon-like, his fangs looked like they were sharp enough to cut his own skin. Harry's hair had gotten so much longer, more ragged, and wild man like. He looked like he had the human version of rabies, or was an evil, flesh eating zombie. The hair stuck to his face from the sweat. Why was he sweating? "Where is she?!"

Harry lurched forward so that his arms extended to the arch that led into the kitchen, grabbing them with full force. He looked so much stronger now, so much more powerful.

Niall hated to admit he was scared, but he was. His best friend looked like he came from the pits of Hell.

He swallowed to see if he could take the fear in his throat with him. Brittany was trembling behind him. "Benny's not here Harry...s-she--"

"Where?!" Harry roared, his knuckled becoming white.

Niall took a slow, deep breath,"Her brother took her back home. She's safe.."

"Brother?" He was more calmer now, the red in his eyes seemed to dull. Harry looked down in thought, and slowly let go of the walls beside him.

The three stood in silence for awhile, neither of them daring to move. Brittany clung to Niall like a koala, and Niall tried his best to remain brave while still in a lot of pain. In those moments of fear, he didn't seem to feel any.

Harry spoke, Thank you, Niall." It was a voice almost not his own, which made Niall shiver like he was in a freezer. Goosebumps poked through his skin.

When Harry started walking towards them, Brittany let out a frightened gasp. Niall quickly reacted and moved to the side, both eyes on Harry.

Without a word, he stepped outside the door, seeming as tranquil as ever.

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"Dillon?" I asked. I hope he was still here. "Dillon?" I traversed down the stairs to see him grabbing the keys to his car from his pockets.

"Yeah?"

"Have you seen my blue pad of paper?"

Dillon scoffed and jingled the keys in his hand, lingering by the half open door. "No Benny, I just got here remember?"

I sighed and stopped searching to glare at him.

"I'll be back soon. An hour, tops."

"Right. Whatever." The bookshelf might've been a good place for me to put it for some reason.

"See ya Sis!"

The door closed, and while I sifted through the bookshelf by the TV, Dillon's car started. And he was gone.

"Damn it...I grumbled.

I didn't even need to write a reply, I realized once I ended up looking in the bathroom. I felt stupid, but I countered myself and reasoned that I just wanted to know where it was. It was a fairly expensive pad, as well as pretty.

Before leaving the bathroom I stopped in my tracks at the door. Not quite wet dog. It wasn't Dillon's cologne, it was Harry's. Was it..?

I turned around quickly.and frantically opened the cabinets. Seeing Harry's products and toiletries, my heart sank like an anchor in my ribs. The ends jabbed at my insides and got caught. That's exactly what Harry felt like being in my life.

His gel, his cologne, his shampoo. Everything I bought him was here. I had no doubt that some of his clothes were still here too. I didn't even think about that when Dillon brought me back.

He'd probably want this stuff back, I thought. Maybe he'd come by and pick it up.

Fooling myself, I left his things alone, and decided to search instead for Harry's clothes, then wash them. I only found a few shirts, including his red plaid one, and a pair of his skinny jeans. The only other pair was the one he wore when he left. They smelled rancid, so I plugged my nose and dropped them into the washer. The old machine wibbled and wobbled as it went around, making small clanking noises as the materials whirled around with it in order to be clean.

What to do now?

My stomach answered that for me, but I sort of wanted to shower.

I ended up making myself a sandwich and got inside the hot shower that awaited me.

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Harry knew he was near, and he knew she was as well. Her scent was very close.

The sane, clearly not present part of Harry felt like he was creeping on her. He knew this wasn't personable. But Harry wasn't Harry right now. Well, he was. This was just a new, materialized side of him. One that lusted. One that hungered.

"Benny.." Harry mumbled as her house came into view. He stood on the sidewalk, skinny jeans ripped somewhat stylishly, and shirt ripped from the sheer power of the ritual from last night. Had it really been just last night?

Harry paused and stopped walking. Her scent had cleared for some reason. It was still there, but faintly. How did that happen?

Harry sniffed and closed his eyes to concentrate, soon to figure it out. She was bathing.

An even more reason to see Benny. His wet, ready and fertile mate. Soon to be in heat. He'd be sure of it.

Like, well, a wolf stalking its prey, Harry made his way to the house. He detected that same, new male smell. That was Benny's brother. Despite his relationship to Benny, any male near her was a threat towards him. Harry was more animalistic now. Whether he liked it or not.

Now, on to how he was getting inside. The door was...unlocked?

Harry carefully stepped inside, detecting no one else inside but he and Benny.

"I'm in the shower Dillon! Be out in a second!"

With a malicious and hungry grin, Harry took slow steps to the bathroom. The shower had stopped running, and he heard humming.

For a split second, or maybe even for half of that. Harry felt the love he felt for Benny. He remembered how much he cared for her. He recalled the kisses, and words, everything. Her mindless humming made Harry's lecherous expression somber, for just a second.

The bathroom door was open just a little, enough for you to see inside. Harry curiously stared at what little of the room he could see until he saw a glimpse of movement, then skin.

Benny was covered in a towel, but was short enough that Harry could see the bare, wet back of her leg. He really felt like a dog when he felt his tongue slide out of his mouth to lick his lips. The lust strengthened.

Harry, mindless as he was right now, regained some sense after seeing Benny before him. What would she do once he saw him? What if...she ran away this time?

The moment of truth was now, because Harry locked eyes with Benny as soon as she turned around.

He couldn't even describe the feeling he had in his gut when he saw her eyes. They looked frightened, sad, hurt...a whole mix of negativity. That wasn't quite what he was hoping for.

She started shivering and covered her mouth, moving the towel more to cover her body. One word slipped out in a cold, quiet breath,"Harry.."

He stood there like a tall, lumbering tree, staring at her. This was Benny, his Benny.

"What..what the hell are you doing here?!" She screeched, her face sopping wet with water from her hair, and soon tears.

Harry had no words. He couldn't speak. His facial expression didn't change either. He bored his eyes into Benny instead.

"Harry!" She yelled, frustrated after not getting an answer. "Harry!" She was crying now. "ANSWER ME!"

Like a sleeping man being struck, Harry snapped out of it and rushed towards the emotional Benny, grabbing her wrists at her sides, and using the leverage he had to move her against the bathroom wall. With his momentum, the bathroom door closed.

He looked down at the slipping towel on Benny's body before meeting her innocent eyes that were framed by beautiful, wet lashes.