Full Moon Fling *Unedited*

I'd Be Lying If I Said This Wasn't The End Of The World

Alba's POV

I stay curled up on the sofa by the fire, my heart twisting nervously.  Why isn't he coming in?  I can smell him outside the house!

He's just playing games, Alba, Colin murmurs and I nod, wringing my hands.  I don't like Crusher's games; I never have and I never will.

They're designed for me to lose.

"Aw, Alba, you know I play fair." Crusher smirks as he sits down next to me.  I stiffen, staring over at him.

"How did you get in?" I choke, pressing into the arm of the sofa anxiously.

"Through the door, Alba." He snorts and I swallow, looking up at all the miserable faces in the room.  Erin and Crusher are the only ones with smiles on their faces, and they're both completely off their rockers!  Maybe losing your mind is a one way ticket to Happy Land?

"Hi," Erin smiles, waving brightly at me.  I bite my lip, waving back meekly.  It must be nice to have no idea what you're part of, I think as I watch Eoin murmur something to his sister that makes her look at the floor.  She's almost a child, I note as I watch them, trying not to feel Crusher's eyes burning holes in me.

"So," Crusher begins conversationally.  "Did you work it out, Fifey Girl?" He smirks and I stare at him, wondering what made him so twisted that he became this...shell.  He isn't anything now; just a container of hate and bitterness.

"Does it matter?" I swallow, looking away from him as I get to my feet.  "You might just be playing games." I point out as I go and stand next to an angry looking Colin.

"I don't play games, Alba.  I plan everything." Crusher smirks, watching my fingers lace through Colin's.

"Eyes up." Colin snaps at Crusher, holding onto my hand slightly too tightly.

"Oh, Alba." Crusher chuckles, shaking his head at me.  "You shouldn't have shagged Colin," He smirks, looking at where my brand is under my shirt.  "Because you have the gene." He pretends to sigh.  "So any babby you and him have now...will be my perfect wee fighter." He laughs and I stare at him, the blood draining from my face.

I have his sick, twisted gene inside me?  How?

"How?" Colin demands, pulling me closer to him.

"When you escaped." Crusher smirks, his hand disappearing into his pocket.  "And I managed to get you in the stomach," He continues as he removes his hand from his pocket in a fist, the tip of a syringe poking out between his index and middle finger.  "Some might call it...taking chances as they come." He laughs as he pushes on the plunger in his fist and liquid arches out from between his fingers.

"You bastard!" I shout, breaking away from Colin as my hand balls into a fist.  "You couldn't just kill me, could you?!" I demand as my fist hurtles into his jaw.  "You had to drag me into your sick little plan for dominating humans!" I shout as arms wraps around my waist and tug me away from him just in time to watch Roger's fist smash into Crusher's face with a sickening crunch of bone.

This isn't his fight; it's mine.  I'm the reason Crusher's here and I'm the one who Crusher wants.  It's just logical that I should be the one to end this.

I go over to Roger as he draws his fist back again to slam into Crusher's already broken and bleeding face and wraps my arms around the crook of his elbow so he cannot move his arm.  He grunts angrily before looking down at me with dark eyes that make me want to flinch.

"Let go, Alba." He snarls whilst attempting to tug his arm free from my grip.  "He needs takin' down a peg or two." He spits, looking down at Crusher.