Unintentional Inheritance

    Flesh was every where. It was flying, blood trailing behind it. I couldn't, wouldn't, see the body before my eyes. They didn't allow it. But I could feel. It was my hands, my claws, ripping through the flesh. My claws digging until I hit bone. I lifted one of my claws to my mouth, covered with skin, meat, blood and thicker liquids. And I liked it. I savored the metallic taste of the blood, licking up and down my furred claw. The meat that clung to me was suddenly in my mouth, my teeth, correction, fangs, gnawing on them. I lapped up every liquid, every bit of flesh on my hand, making small, orgasmic noises in the back of my throat as I did so. This felt right, so totally right. To claw into somebody and devour their flesh. To lower my mouth, muzzle now, into the open wound and lick at the freely flowing blood. It all just felt so normal, like it was apart of me, like I was meant to do this. The moon came out from hiding, and the pale gleam of it went directly to the torso of the body. I lifted my head back and howled.

    I awoke with a scream in my throat and a shadowy figure over me. I was twisting and writhing in my bed, covered in a cold sweat. A soft curse came from above me and the figure grabbed my wrists. It got on top of me, lying across my full body length. The lower body, which was tensed, was against my hips, keeping me pinned. Hair, long and silky with the fragrance of cinnamon clinging to it, spread out over my face. The scent was soothing, because it was so familiar. Almost immediately my body calmed down.

    It took me three attempts to discover my voice but when I did all I could say was, "Sirius." And even that came out ragged.

    I felt him let out a long sigh of relief and the tension leaked out of his body. He still kept me pinned, but his muscles were no longer tight. There was no more struggle.

    "Moony?" he asked. I couldn't see him through the stifling darkness, but I knew his face held a look of uncertainty, even if his voice had only a trace. Best friends for 12, seven from school, five from roommates, mixed feelings for two. I knew Sirius Black.

    I nodded. "Padfoot, you can get off of me," I told him quietly. Even out of Hogwarts we still called each other by our nicknames, and whenever we greeted James and Peter, they were called their respective names, too. Prongs and Wormtail, Padfoot and Moony, we are the Marauders.

    He rolled off of me, letting a sudden chill know that my body missed his heat. He kept an arm across my stomach though. It wasn't sexual, just there so he'd have a head start if I had a repeat. That and he knew it brought a certain sense of comfort to me. I had had many hugs as a child, and arms still gave me that sense of protection. That, and, well, wolves traveled in packs, stayed together, were touchy. Touch brought comfort. And since I am a werewolf, it seemed to make sense that touch would also calm me down. They--Sirius, James, Peter, and Lily--understood it, but Sirius knows it the best. Perhaps he understands it the best because at times, he is from the wolf family, being an animagus dog and all.

    "Jesus, Moony, you scared me," he said. His face was so close to mine that I could feel the warmth of his breath flitting into my ear. It let a shiver run up through my body and I flipped on my side, facing away from him, but scooting back. Our heights were perfect for spooning together, which was what we were doing now, and what we did at random times. No, we aren't lovers, I promise it.

    I swallowed and closed my eyes, his arm now resting upon my hips, my leg in between his. It was a comfort position for both of us.

    "Did I wake you?"

    "Yeah. At first you were moaning and I thought that you were just having a nice dream," he said. He took a long pause and I just knew that he was grinning and wiggling his eyebrows. Prongs did that too, Wormtail tried, and they both got it from Padfoot. Always a trendsetter.

    "How did the moans sound?"

    He was quiet for a moment, letting the only noise in the room be that of my shallow breathing and the groans of nightly animals. He answered, his tone of voice thoughtful. "Lustful." Oh God.

    Sirius went on with his story. "But then they changed and you started to..." he trailed off. I bumped my back against him, telling him to continue. "Howled. Literally howled."

    Those words froze me. Even my breathing stopped for a moment, but then it resumed. I had howled. I mean, I knew that I had howled, for I did it in my dream. But I didn't know that I had done it out loud too. I had been tearing apart a human in my dream also, the memory made my body convulse, but my pillows and sheets that had survived my thrashing on the bed were unharmed, or seemed to be. It made me frown.

    "When did my body start to thrash?"

    "A few seconds before you woke up. I was so scared, Moony. I wasn't sure if you were having a seizure or something," he laughed, but it was a nervous, shaky laugh. I felt bad at once for making Sirius scared, because fear was not something that Sirius Black emitted to so easily.

    I swallowed, hard, and merely nodded my head. Silence fell over us like an itchy blanket as we each took in the events of what happened. My mind was set on the images that danced in front of my eyes, seeing myself as half a wolf, eating and gnawing, taking terrible pleasure as meat and liquid slid down my throat. My body twitched and I half moaned into my hands. Sirius stiffened beside me.

    "Moony?"

    "Sorry," I said, my voice quiet and soft. I heard him grunt behind me and I knew that he wasn't pleased with my answer. But repeating it to Sirius seemed wrong, at least this soon after the fact. I didn't want to be in his embrace when I told him, for if he shoved me away and his face held an utter look of disgust, I'd break.

    "What was your dream?" he asked me, trying to keep his voice casual and natural. He failed. I could hear the curiosity behind the words, his eagerness to know what I saw. His worry about me.

    I sighed and didn't respond to him, not right away. I let us both lay in a tense silence as I chewed on my inner lip, debating about if I should share it was Sirius. He knew I was a werewolf, so no worries there. But if I told him that it felt wonderful, thrilling, to kill a person and bury my face into that still warm body, taking it in the scent and taunting myself with it. I sighed again and Sirius pinched me. It took me by surprised so course I yelped.

    "Pinching me won't make me tell you any faster," I told him. A smile had reached across my face and I cuddled back closer to him. I couldn't help it; Sirius just made me feel protected and comforted. Silly coming from a werewolf, but in my human form I was excellent with a wand and could wield more powerful spells, but body wise I gave off the image of a man who may need protecting. Dainty, fragile features, bordering on feminine at times, my hair long and ending with a curl. I was slender and pale, with ivory skin and golden eyelashes. Yes, I did seem that I would need protection at times, to muggles at least.

    Sirius pinched me again and my yelp was even louder then my previous one.

    "I forgot it." The lie slid off my tongue before I could even think of it. I was happy that it was dark and I wasn't facing him. Lying, especially to Sirius or the Marauders, was always a difficult task.

    "Liar." I knew him and he knew me.

    He prodded me in the back of my neck. "Tell me."

    "May I do it tomorrow, Padfoot? I'm dreadfully tired," I told him, doing a most fake yawn. He let out a breath behind me, mumbling something that I couldn't quite pick up. He didn't get up from my bed, not that I truly expected him to do, but snuggled closer into my body heat.

    "'Night Moony."

    "Goodnight Padfoot," I whispered to him quietly. But it didn't matter; Sirius had already drifted back into his slumber land. He was a fast one to fall asleep when he needed it, and it usually took some effort to wake him. I wonder how loud my moans were to wake him. We had always playfully teased him on his skill to fall asleep so quickly, but currently I envied him for it. My mind was still swirling with memories and questions from that bloody dream. And the fear, ah mustn't forget the feat tat had snuck into my body, spreading through out every limb, every nerve, drowning me within itself. I couldn't defier the dream, and if I went a physic for help, she would deem me sick and dangerous as a person and a werewolf. I'd be called rouge and would have people sent to hunt me. I would not allow that to happen to me.