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Reflections in Blood	By : JulieDoc Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > General > Lord of the Ring Stars Views: 2338 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Not mine, the actors all belong to themselves. I just wrangled my impressions of them into my own world of wierd.

6. Pertinent Information
"What--what the fuck do you call that?" Viggo demanded, still afraid to get too close to Sean.
"Your friend, one of your closest, who is, by now, at great odds with his affliction," Ian's tone took on something of Gandalf in it. He gestured with one hand, a barely perceptible movement of fingers over his palm, and the comforter wrapped itself around Sean, keeping him from much movement at all.
Viggo backed further into the couch. "How the fuck did you do that?"
Ian smiled, shaking his head. "I suppose it's time I told you." Tiny, multicolored lights began to spin about the room, not just clinging to the wall like the shining of a normal light, but floating in mid air like overlarge fireflies. "Magick."
"You're not really Gandalf, are you?" Viggo lost his footing and landed in the couch. Curiously, he carded his fingers through one of the lights, finding it warm, but insubstantial.
"No, of course not, but I am a wizard, not a terribly powerful one, but good enough to do a few minor parlor tricks like the ones you're looking at, and to affect a fairly decent healing. The world we live in is shadowed by another, you see, and I, like Hugo there and many others, shuttle between what you perceive to be reality, and that world. Naturally, this world must be kept secret, so that normal people do not lose their way of life, a breach in that security would mean mass hysteria. Viggo, I'm trusting you with this information so that you can help Sean."
"You know, don't you? You know what's fucking wrong with me and you didn't say anything!" Sean struggled with the thick blanket, managing to free one hand. He began to pull his way across the bed, stopping cold when he noticed it. His fingers, left bare by the bandages, showed ridges that had seemed to well up from the very surface of his fingernails, then hooked sharply over the tips of his fingers: claws. He sat back, looking at his hand. "No . . . don't tell me . . ."
"You were bitten, less than three weeks ago, I'll wager," Ian undid the bandages gingerly, pulling the fabric away. There was no trace of a wound. "As I thought, you're healed already."
"It was a damn dog," Sean shook his head, over and over.
"Was it?" Hugo still stood in the doorway.
Sean's brow furrowed with the painful memory. He had thought it was a dog, a malamute or an alsatian; it had been dark. The beast had been huge, larger than any of those two breeds, but that was what the shape had most resembled, long, brushy tail and pointed ears. It had come out of nowhere at him, knocking him down, practically taking a chunk out of his hand from the first second. The next lunge had been for his neck, but he'd kicked its throat with both legs. He'd run while it sat there, wheezing. Obviously, it hadn't thought him worth the trouble of following. "A dog," he confirmed, "a big dog."
"You know that's not what you're really thinking, Sean. You've put the pieces together ady idy in the back of your mind. It was a werewolf that bit you. Look our our hand. If your quick healing doesn't prove it, the claws should," Ian stated quietly. "How do you think you had Viggo so frightened?"
"Shut the hell up! There's no such thing as a fucking werewolf! This . . . this is something you did! Some sort of bloody illusion, a trick. They're not really here." He passed the claws over the side of his face and drew blood. "Oww! Fuck!"
"Viggo, I think you should tell Sean what you saw before we came in," Hugo shot Viggo a look, his eyes catching stray lights and glowing a pale blue.
"Where are my manners, Hugo, you're quite welcome," Ian turned, ignoring both Viggo and Sean.
"You have to invite vampires before they can come in, isn't that right?" the pieces were falling into place in rapid succession in the mind of the Fellowship's poet, who had studied enough mythology and seen enough horror films to remember that. Viggo was trying actively not to notice Hugo's eyes, which looked more to him like a cat's in near dark than anything else.
"Fucking vampires," Sean growled. "Werewolves. I don't believe this."
"That's right, Viggo, I am a vampire, have been for seven years, but that's not really the point. Tell Sean what you saw before we came in." Hugo licked his teeth and looked at them both, wat the their disbelieving stare as his canines lengthened.
Viggo was finding it hard to breathe again, but Hugo's voice had a certain compelling ring to it. He was right; telling Sean the truth now was what really mattered. "Your eyes were yellow, and they were lit like they were on fire. I couldn't move, Sean, I thought you were going to kill me. It's still the . . . . look at yourself."
Sean turned within the fabric that restrained him to look at the screen of the blackened television. His eyes started back at him, but instead of the familiar green, deep, blazing gold met his gaze. He stared for a moment, trying to compare what he saw with everything he knew. "Another bloody illusion."
"Why would he go to the trouble of making an illusion, Sean?" Viggo asked. "We all saw how troubled this has made you, and we've aurt urt with you. Why would he want to make you more confused, or hurt you further?"
Emotionally, Seantednted to believe his friend, but logic told him that if he did, he would have to accept the impossible, at least for the time being. Still, the situation had already become too bizarre for him to believe it real. Emotions, and something else, something powerful, drew him to acquiesce to at least hearing the wizard out. He nodded, struggling with the comforter.
"Let him out, Ian," Viggo ordered, his voice cold.
"If he truly wanted to get out, there is little I could do to stop him."
"Would you stop fucking talking about me as if I wasn't here?!" Sean struggled out of the comforter, pleased to see that the claws had gone. Experimentally, he rubbed his fingernails against his palm. No cuts. He stroked the cheek that had been cut, and could detect neither pain nor blood. If the claws had not been an illusion, then why had the blood gone? "So, I'm a fucking werewolf now. How do you know?"
"I can feel it from you, and so can Hugo. You would feel it too, if you were to open your mind. The wolf has been trying to get out, trying to coerce you into changing form. It's a powerful spirit that instigates the change, Sean, but it can also be a beneficial guide, and an asset, if you let it."
"Really," there was bitterness, anger, that drenched the sarcasm in that word. The true pain was, for Sean, that it made a strange kind of sense. Somehow, it explained the savage treatment that his temper had inflicted on his family, his blackouts, the unwilling self-mutilation, the purely animal way he had fucked Viggo in his dream.
He couldn�t look at Viggo, still so full of concern, and now, curiosity. He�d fantasized about nearly raping his best friend, never mind that Viggo had not once made a complaint, that he�d never said no. He couldn�t look at those trusting eyes and not want to die after what he�d wanted to do. Worse, despite his pain, he still wanted him, desperately; he could still smell the enticing scent that Viggo had had in his dream. As he caught that scent, every now and then, craving picked at his mind. Perhaps he truly was becoming a monster. He never thought he�d have to take such a thing literally.
"Yes, really, Sean. No matter what form bod body takes, the wolf will impart strength to you, speed, endurance. It sharpens your senses."
Heightened senses? "Wait . . ." Sean interrupted, his voice shaky. "I can . . ."
"The senses have shown themselves to you, haven�t they? It was just as bad for me when I was Transferred to being a vampire," Hugo cut in.
"In a dream," Sean admitted, saying nothing more, "I can still smell things, and that started before you came in." Worse fear than he�d been plagued by when he thought he was going insane gripped him now. His disbelief of the situation was beginning to wane, but he needed more evidence. "Why have I been wanting to throw things, to scream at people, Ian?" To practically kill anyone who crosses my path? he thought to himself.
"The wolf is trying to get out of you. Werewolves change at will, unless there�s a full moon, when they change anyway. Usually, the werewolf who creates a new one will stay and teach the fledgling, as vampires also do. You were attacked viciously, weren�t you?"
"Yes," Sean was holding his breath.
"The werewolf didn�t mean to change you . . . it meant to kill you."
"So, I�ll start trying to kill people?"
"No, Sean, not necessarily. The strength and temperament of the animal in you conforms to your personality. Very few werewolves kill humans, if not for moral reasons, than for the practical ones of not revealing their race to the outside world. Given forensics nowadays, someone would surely discover them." Ian looked at Hugo, and Hugo nodded; vampires were faced with the same reason for being careful. "The werewolf that attacked you, I�d lay odds, was a murderer both in and out of fur."
"If that�s true, then why do I feel ready to rip someone�s bloody head off half the time?"
"The wolf has the instincts of a wild animal, though those have already started to merge into your own personality. You haven�t acknowledged it because you didn�t know it existed. It wants its freedom, and you haven�t embraced it. It is something you must do, or you really will go mad."
"If I do?"
"If you give it the freedom it craves, let ike yke your body over for even a short time, it will quiet itself."
Quiet. The temptation of peace was almost too much for Sean. He looked at Viggo mournfully, and his friend shrugged, pale eyes showing gentle sympathy. He wanted to rest so badly that he felt on the urge of shattering. Tears of weariness and fear stung his eyes. "Why didn�t you tell me sooner? If you knew, why didn�t you pull me aside earlier?"
Ian shook his head, givHugoHugo another glance. "We sensed your condition, and everyone saw your pain, but we didn�t figure out that you weren�t aware of what you�d become until later. We had thought that the pain was just the typical confusion that most people feel when a change like this happens to them. We realized what was wrong when Hugo heard that you couldn�t talk to Viggo in mixed company."
"Vampire hearing. I didn�t mean to eavesdrop," Hugo had the grace to look sheepish.
"Never mind, Hugo," Sean ground his forehead into his palm. It was a trifle compared to the confusion in his head, the need to let go that lay beneath it. "All right, I�ll try anything, if you�re right and it�ll help. Do I . . . do it here, now?"
"Better among your friends and protected than alone, Sean," Viggo crossed to the side of the bed, squeezed Sean�s hand.
"What do I do? Will I be able to talk? Will I still have my mind?"
"Relax," Ian said quietly, "Relax, lay down, and look inside you for the instincts that will guide you over. Your mind will recover itself quickly, and you�ll be able to send your thoughts, once the transformation is over." The wizard�s tone was soft, compelling, and Sean stretched out onto the bed, lying on his stomach.
Sean felt something nudge him, an energy, an electric surge of force. "Give in." Ian's voice came softly. He knew, with the wizard's urging, that he would be safe. He found himself staring into the wolf's eyes as he stopped fighting. Its spirit, its essence, seemed to infuse itself into his limbs, racing beneath his skin. That moment was sheer ecstasy. Then, his body itself started to change, canines elongating above and below, hurting his jaw. The true agony began at the small of his back, muscles twisting, bones growing longer or shorter, thicker or thinner. Then, came a violent, blazing itch as fur sprouted over his skin. Sean screamed until the animal's voice drowned out the sound in his throat. His back arching, he frantically tried to struggle backwards, back into familiarity, but the transformation was too strong once he'd triggered it. His limbs grew too weak to hold him up, and he clutched at his skull with pawlike hands as it elongated, every inch of it Hell. The tail that sprouted from the base of Sean's spine felt like a long plume of fire. For long minutes, Sean simply cowered, wreathed by the scraps of his pajamas, eyes shut as the change slowed and stopped. The animal that had once been Sean trembled in agony, low whimpers tearing from him as he lifted his head. No monster, or hybrid of wolf and human, Sean was fully a wolf, though a very large one, with a dusky golden coat of very thick fur, a white muzzle and throat.
Viggo wasn't so much awed or terrified at watching the transformation as he was heartbroken by that sound. He had no time to stare. "You've coerced him into hurting himself!" Viggo snarled at Ian. The gold eyes that looked up at him were still Sean's, though they were wracked with pain. In an attempt to soothe his friend, he stroked one hand along Sean's flank, sidling up onto the bed next to the smaller form. His own safety didn�t matter to him. "If you�re a healer, do something for him!"

His touch seemed to cool the agonized, feverish skin beneath the thick fur, better than any magic. Leave Ian, Viggo. That feels better, Sean rested his head on his paws, panting. Jesus, I've never felt anything that hurt so much.

"The pain will pass. Changing back, I've heard, is not quite as painful. You'll want to wait until you do, though, Sean, you're tired. I have aleardeard that the more often a werewolf changes his or her shape, the easier it becomes," Ian explained. "Soon enough, it will become as much a part of your personality as anything else. Then, it'll be a joy to you, because you'll be able to do things you never dreamed you could. You can feel it now, can't you, the strength, the . . ."

What if I don't want there to be a 'soon enough'? What if I want to feed myself a fucking silver bullet, or whatever the Hell it is that works?

Viggo suddenly grabbed the nape of the huge wolf's neck, causing Sean to whimper sharply. Still, Sean didn�t bare a tooth against him. Placing a hand beneath the werewolf's jaw, he forced Sean to look at him. Remembering how sore Sean was, he lightly stroked beneath his chin. "No, do you hear me? You can't punish yourself for this, and killing yourself won't protect anyone. It'll hurt all of us who love you more than any fangs or claws you could sprout. I won't let you do that to yourself, or to us." His fingers gently smoothed Sean�s hackles down.

I don�t know if I can live this way.
"There are hundreds of people in this world who do, perhaps even thousands, Sean. It isn�t a curse. They harness it, harness the drive, the strength, the senses, and they�re better human beings for it. You are not strictly an animal, this form is simply an enhancement of your own instincts, your own emotions." Ian reached out to lightly touch Sean�s head, but the werewolf snarled and the wizard withdrew his hand. "I know you�re angry right now . . ."

You haven�t the slightest idea how I feel.

"No, Sean, he doesn�t," Hugo kept a safe distance, hovering near the doorway, "but none of us would be here if we didn�t care. Ian wouldn�t be trying to convince you your life was worth it if he didn�t care. Viggo wouldn�t have faced you, or stayed with you through this, if he didn�t care."

This is too much to take in at once. Let me think a while, could you?

"It's an entire world to learn about, that's understandable. Please, just know that there are simple solutions to the worst parts of your condition, and that you're the same person you've always been, for the most part. Your life isn't forfeit, it doesn't have to be, if only you choose to make the right decisions. Listen to your instincts before you listen to your confusion." This time, Sean sat up, and let Ian embrace him. He even allowed Hugo to come close enough to do so, as well. All the while, there was the comforting feel of his best friend's hands on his neck, stroking so gently that it felt like Viggo thought he might break. The truth be told, Sean was afraid that he might. So, he clung to the last few familiar emotions in his mind, those feelings of friendship, and let his bastions in this new place cling to him. He was enfolded by their scents, new in their clarity, but as familiar as if he'd always known they were there.
Tears dotted the golden-amber fur, dark patches of moisture from Viggo and Ian, tiny pinkish beads that smelled of blood from Hugo. Sean realized that he was also crying, and that his tears were as human as anyone's, though he couldn't feel them running over his skin for the fur that stood in the way. I can't . . . I can't . . .

"Yes, you can. We'll be here. I'm not going to leave you." Viggo whispered into the pointed ear. "Unless you want me to."

No, stay. Viggo's presence was comfortable, human, normal. He did, indeed stay as the other two withdrew.
"You'll need us to explain more, but later, it's nothing dangerous, and it can wait. You're very tired from this first change." Ian gave him a final pat.

How do I come back? I don't want to fall asleep like this, Sean stretched himself, his sore muscles feeling slightly better for his moving them. He yawned, showing a set of truly dangerous looking teeth.
"It all comes down to will, since it isn't a full moon," the wizard replied. "Will yourself back as soon as you feel you're ready. Just don't fight the transformation once it's started, since it has been known to leave your kind in that in-between place between wolf and human, and that's agonizingly painful, as you can well imagine. It's rare, though. Then, get some rest, Sean. Your instincts will be stronger now, and harder to control, but now that you have changed, you'll find you feel much better. Your control over your instincts will come more easily soon."

Much better, Sean repeated, not sounding like he believed it.
"Look at me, Sean," Ian said, gently herding Hugo out the door. "I may have kept my true nature as a wizard from you, but I have to keep it from nearly everyone. It is necessary. It was never necessary that I become your friend, or to tell you the truth now. That I did on my own. Believe me when I say that everything I said about you was true. Take good care of him, Viggo. Keep him safe."
But for the form he was in, the wizard and the vampire left Sean in the same condition in which they found him, on the bed, and in the keeping of his closest friend.
A/N: This story is my baby, and I haven�t worked on it in a long time because I haven�t felt inspired (though I have several more finshed chapters before I run out of stuff). I brought it to AFF to perhaps give it new life. Please review! More than 200 people have looked at it and no one has had anything to say. Tell me what you think!
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