How Not To Be A Werewolf (Editing)

And He Shot Me... Surprisingly That Part I Remember...

"Guys, focus please! We need to form the circle. I don't need you waffling on in my ear when I'm trying to concentrate."

Victoria had just made sure the last candle was out of her pocket and in place as she barked her orders out to me and Kian. We both took our places and sat facing the spellbook, which spontaneously burst into flames.

She sat facing us, closed her eyes, and began the chant to reverse the Transcoinder spell. Wesley stood just outside of the circle watching us, his gun ready and alert in case Jonathan or any stray SPECTRE agents appeared.

"Take us back to the time we started, to the time we belong, let us return to our future past." Victoria chanted.

As before, bright green flames burst up out of the spellbook and from the candles before briefly forming a large cage around us. Then it all disappeared, and we were once more back in the clearing. The huge white plastic tent was back in place. We were home.

Then all hell broke loose.

"Alec, move!"

I did as Victoria shouted. My heightened senses picked up the gunshot long before the bullet came. It caught me on the side of the face as I went down, my blood splattered the ground as I fell.

"Alec, are you okay?"

I could hear Kian's voice, and I felt him kneel down next to me and roll me over so that I could see his face. I tried to move, to answer him, but for some reason I couldn't. My whole body felt numb and cold.

"What the fuck did you shoot him with?" I heard Kian shout out angrily. I couldn't see who he was speaking to from my position on the floor.

"A silver bullet." The answer came just as a familiar figure walked into my field of vision, although I recognised Harry Jekyll's voice before I saw him.

I couldn't bloody believe that he had shot me! Talk about bad luck. All fucking day things had gone wrong for us! I should have just stayed indoors and not bothered going to Ryan's stupid bloody party, but that was now the least of my problems. I couldn't feel my face.

Fuck. That's not good...

Then everything started to go blurry around me. One moment I was looking at Kian who was shouting at Jekyll, his arms waving dangerously close to Jekyll's face, Victoria jumped between them and then suddenly they were gone, replaced by darkness as I fell deeper into the abyss.

When I woke I had to shut my eyes against a bright white light.

I really had to stop getting knocked out.

When I opened them again I was able to focus on a worried-looking Kian who sat on a chair beside me. I looked around. I was in the same room in Victoria's place where I had woken up earlier. We were in The Brown House. I tried to move my arms only to find I was strapped down to the bed by thick black straps of material.

"Are you okay?" Kian asked, sounding concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied. "What's with these straps? Is Victoria into S&M or something?"

Kian laughed as he got up and undid the straps. "You know, I wouldn't be surprised, probably best not to mention it to her though."

I couldn't argue with that point. Victoria seemed like the S&M type, but she also struck me as the dominant type. I bet she could break me if she wanted to. If she was my type I'd probably let her.

As the straps came off I was surprised by just how tight they had been. My wrists were bright red where they had been rubbing against the leather insides. The marks were gonna take time to fade away.

Sitting up I could feel Kian's eyes staring at the right side of my face. He was trying not to make it too obvious, but he was doing a bloody terrible job of it. I brushed my hand over my right cheekbone to feel a long scar going across my cheek.

"Victoria healed it up as best she could," Kian said as he watched me wince as I felt the scar further and hit a tender point "Silver and werewolves don't mix too well. Your natural biology won't allow it to ever heal up fully."

Shit. I was gonna be stuck with this scar on my face for the rest of my life. A constant reminder of my own stupidity. I didn't want to believe it.

Mum will kill me when she sees this. How the fuck was I going to explain away a huge ass scar like that?

"Be honest, how bad does it look?" I asked, dreading the answer.

"I've seen worse." Kian offered in response. "It makes you look kinda badass, if that helps."

It did, just a little bit.

"Was everybody else okay?" I asked.

As I wasn't in custody or dead, I assumed we had made it back to Victoria's without being followed.

"Yeah, well, we all made it back in one piece." Kian explained, "Once we were back in the clearing Jekyll appeared and he..."

"And, he shot me." I finished. "Yeah, surprisingly, that part I remember."

The only question I had was 'why?'. Why had he suddenly decided to use me as target practice?

Kian nodded before moving off the subject as quickly as he could. "Well, then I had a row with him. Victoria intervened. In the end we were making so much noise that she transported us all back here."

"It was lucky that I did bring everyone back, we wouldn't be having this conversation otherwise. Glad to see that you're up, Alec."