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“David... David? DAVID!!!”

“What???”

Jack shook his head, exasperated, an open can in one hand as his buddy rounded on him from the window. “Will you settle the Hell down??” Jack pleaded, watching as David strode across the room of his parents’ apartment, hands twitching as he snatched his beer up and took a quick swig. “You’re giving me a headache, Davy-boy!”

David smacked his empty can down, leading his head back and taking a deep breath. “Sorry... I can’t help it!” He shook his head and laughed, “I can’t sit still, man! It’s like I’m... full of energy!”

“You’re full o’ something, Kessler!” Jack cackled, receiving a middle finger for his trouble. David padded across the room in his socks, flopping onto the couch and leaning out to retrieve a slice of pizza.

Cheese dribbled down David’s chin as he idly regarded the tv, still agitatedly tapping a hand against the couch arm. “I’unno ‘gack...” He looked back to the window, swallowing his food and watching the last of the daylight melt away, over the buildings, “I feel weird. I dunno how to explain it but...”

Jack chuckled, nudging his buddy on the shoulder. “Must be the booze!” He grinned, “you ain’t had a drop for like a month, Davy-boy!” The shorter man shuffled off the couch, heading off in search o more booze. “I’ll break out the whiskey. My folks ain’t back for two days, might as well make the most of it!”

David waved him off, shoving the rest of his pizza into his mouth and scarfing it down before standing. He wandered over to the window, hands on hips, shirt sticking to his clammy skin as he scanned the sky.

In the kitchen Jack whistled a tune, rifling through the cupboards for the whiskey. He whooped in triumph, planting the bottle on the counter and snatching up a pair of glasses.

“JESUS CHRIST”

Jack yelped, the glasses shattering against the floor as he spun around and fell against the counter.

“HELP ME”

“David??”

“JACK HELP ME”

“David!” Jack’s boots crushed the broken glass beneath his heel, the man rushing to his friend’s aid as David screamed from the lounge. He broke into the room, finding David collapsed against the floor and tearing at his clothes. “Jesus!” He dropped to David’s level, reaching out in an attempt to steady his friend. “David, what’s wrong man??” David reared up on his knees, Jack falling backward on his ass as his buddy tore his shirt off. “David what the fuck! What-”

Jack and David watched, both shocked, as David’s hands began to warp, bones creaking as they stretched from the palm.

“WHAT THE FUCK???” David screeched in horror, scrambling back and smacking his back against the wall beneath the window, “WHAT THE FUCK???”

Jack watched, eyes bulging, mouth open in silent shock as David collapsed to his hands and knees, battering at the floor with elongated, misshapen hands.

His friend’s intensifying screams snapped Jack into action, and he lunged forward to do whatever he could. “David! David!?” Jack’ eyes scanned over his buddy’s naked back, mouth agape as black hair began rapidly snaking from David’s flesh. “Holy fuck...”

“WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME?? AGH” David quivered violently, sweat dripping from his increasingly hairy form, “JACK WHAT’S HAPPENING???”

Jack shook his head, horrified at what he was seeing. He remembered the beast that had attacked them the previous month, snapping his attention to the night sky outside.

A full moon. Shining bright.

“Oh shit... David??” Jack scrambled beside his terrified friend, clasping both hands on hairy shoulders, “David, just stay calm... stay calm, David!”

“HOW THE FUCK DO I STAY CALM?? WHAT IS THIS SHIT???”

“I DON’T KNOW, JUST- try, dammit!!” Jack shook his friend, gripping his shoulders tight. “You CAN’T lose your mind, right David?? Believe me, you can’t- GAH” Jack grunted as David shoved him aside, stumbling and banging against the wall as David rolled onto his back. He gaped along with the other man, David yelling and crying as his torso warped with the crack and pop of muscle and bone, his legs now almost reformed into a different shape.

A quivering, sweating David looked to Jack with pleading eyes, tears dribbling down his cheeks. “Help me, Jack...”

Jack watched his friend writhe on his back, paralyzed with morbid fascination. Then he remembered he was supposed to do something and he crawled forward, helping a wailing David back over onto his hands and knees. “David... David, it’s alright... just...” he winced, David rearing back his head as his shoulders and spine rose, thickening and bending. “Just.. stay with me, David... just stay with me...”

“It hurts...” David sobbed, “it hurts...”

Jack took a look down David’s still-altering form, finding him covered almost entirely with thick hair and limbs warped into the parody of a canine’s. “ He swallowed, looking back to David’s face, the only part of his friend left recognised as human. “I know, buddy... but I’m not gonna leave you, right? I’m not gonna leave you to deal with whatever this is al-”

Jack left David’s side, himself releasing a scream of shock as David’s face stretched out with the horrid crack of bone. His voice went, deepening, warbling, his teeth now sharpening into fangs. Jack pressed himself against the wall as he watched David go through the final stages of his terrifying transformation, groans becoming growls, cries for help becoming snarls. The crack of bone petering out as David’s growls increased. Finally, he reared back his head and released a succession of short, piercing howls, like the warped and pained screams of a man.

Jack shook in place. David was finished.

...

Jack swallowed, shaky breaths leaving his mouth... accompanied by David’s heavy, laboured breathing. Jack slid up the wall, watching David sway in place, his face away from Jack at present.

Jack gulped. He steadied his breath. “D... David??” Grunt. “David?” Huff. Jack took a potentially ill-advised step toward his friend, David still facing away from him. “You... you good, bud?”

Huff. Huff. Huff.

“... David?”

Huff... huff... SNARL

“JESUS!!!”

Jack near jumped from his skin as David whirled to face him, suddenly pinned back to the wall by vicious, inhuman yellow eyes. He found himself looking right into a vicious, rage-filled face, David - or what had been David - regarding him with furious curiosity. David came about, slowly prowling over the floor, those terrifying eyes not leaving Jack for a second.

“David??” Jack raised a shaking hand, his other patting at the wall to support him as he edged away from his transformed friend, “David it’s me... it’s Jack, David? You know me, right??”

David paused a moment, eyes scanning between Jack’s, before his top lip curled further and he took another step toward the human.

“God damn it, David! It’s me! It’s Jack! JACK!!” Jack batted his hands against his chest, raising his voice now and facing down his buddy in desperation. “You KNOW me!! Fuck, you stupid putz! Listen to me!!!”

David paused again, his head ducking back a little, seemingly puzzled at Jack’s confrontational behaviour. Black nostrils flared with a grunt, yellow eyes regarding Jack predatorially.

“David...” Jack tried again, dripping sweat. David stood between him and the door, his escape cut off. “David!!! David Kessler, snap out of it!!!”

David went still, eyes finally leaving Jack’s to scan across the floor.

“That’s it...” Jack took a stupid, tentative, stupid, cautious step forward and carefully, stupidly, raised a hand toward his friend. “That’s right... stay calm... stay calm...”

It was David’s turn to back away, spooked now, eyes scanning rapidly across the floor as he went. There was no way Jack could tell what was going on in his head, but something was occurring beneath those layers of brand-new fuzz.

“David... it’s okay...” Jack hoped he was on to something, but either way he was driving the creature away from his escape route. He kept one eye on the door, licking his lips as he tried to calm his friend. “Don’t be angry... just cool it, alright? Come on... come on...” David backed into the wall, flinching, eyes now wide not with rage but confusion and terror. Jack stopped his approach now, readying himself to bolt for the door. “Easy...” his voice quivered, barely a whisper, watching David go through some kind of meltdown, “easy...”

David continued frantically scanning the apartment, a string of incoherent and garbled noises emerging from his throat. Grunts and growls and snorts, Jack rooted to the floor as he watched his friend malfunction.

Finally, with a long and drawn out groan, David collapsed to the floor and smacked his forelimbs over his face.

Jack stared, astonished, as David quivered in place, limbs twitching, hiking with unsteady breaths as he occupied the far wall of the small apartment.

Jack had no idea what to do. He raised his hands and gripped at his hair, watching as David... sobbed, into his carpet.

David was a werewolf. There was no doubt about it. For lack of any better terms, David Kessler was a god damn werewolf.

“Jesus Christ... Jesus fuck! David??” Jack then did something that was probably very stupid, approaching David and lowering to his knees. “David? You... you there, buddy?” A yellow eye peeked from hairy forelimbs, directly meeting Jack’s, before hiding again with what was undeniably a whine. “Aw shit... hey buddy, hey!” Jack sat cross-legged, looking over his shaking friend in pity, “hey... yeah, had a scare din’t ya?” Jack cocked his head, grimacing as he hissed through his teeth. “Not gonna lie buddy, me too... but we’ll figure this out, alright? We’ll...” He unthinkingly reached out a hand as he processed everything that had just happened. “Figure this out...”

Jack’s hand clapped against a hairy shoulder, matted with sweat.

David tensed, a low growl rumbling in his throat at the contact.

Jack winced, hissing as a twinging sensation seemed to wrench his mind.

Slowly, David emerged from the cover of his forelimbs, yellow eyes glinting intelligently from a face streaked with sweat and tears and saliva. David stared at Jack. Jack stared at David.

David growled, yellow eyes investigating Jack’s face from their scowling sockets. “... Jack??”

Jack gawped again, staring right into David’s new face, the clear sound of his friend’s voice still in his mind. “You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

...

“David?? David!!! Come on man, you gotta calm down-”

“CALM DOWN?? CALM DOWN??? JESUS CHRIST JACK LOOK AT ME!!!! LOOK AT ME!!!!! HOW IN FUCK’S NAME AM I SUPPOSED TO BE CALM JACK????”

“Jesus CHRIST, I DON’T KNOW!!!! Just... STOP charging around my apartment trashing my stuff!!!”

“Your stuff?? Your STUFF???? I’M A WEREWOLF, JACK!!!!!! I COULDN’T GIVE A RAT’S ASS ABOUT YOUR APARTMENT!!!!!”

“DAVID!!!” Jack’s nerve began to break, the man raising a finger and pointing at his buddy, “I’m... VERY sorry to be upsetting you, but THIS...” he waved his hand, gesturing over David’s altered form, “I... don’t think you should be getting yourself worked up in this... condition!”

“CONDITION???? JESUS CHRIST JACK YOU CALL THIS A-“ David paused in his frantic snarling, something apparently occurring to him. “Wait, you can understand me??”

Jack shrugged, inspecting his transformed friend over. “Apparently... not gonna lie buddy, this is freaking me the Hell out!”

“YOU’RE freaked out??” David snapped, new yellow eyes glaring his buddy down, “you wanna get down here?? In my shoes??”

“Jeez...” Jack rubbed the back of his head, checking David over in fascination, “holy SHIT David, you’re a werewolf.” He hissed through his teeth, considering. “At least you got your senses back...”

David ignored him, too busy now twisting and turning and trying to investigate his altered form. “Oh... oh God... oh Jesus Christ...” he paused, new ears raising and going still as he stared at his ass. “... Jack?”

“Uh... yeah?”

“Is that... do I... do I have...”

Jack rounded his friend, looking down at David from the side. “Uh...” he set his eyes on the short tail presently under its owner’s scrutiny. “Yup, you do Dave.”

“OH GOD”

“Hey, come on man!” Jack tried to settle his buddy as David did a spin, chasing his own ass before plopping onto the carpet with a moan, “it’s not... it’s barely noticeable!” He waved his hands, gesturing above the big werewolf on his carpet. “Only about...” he held his palms a few inches away from each other. “only about yay-big!”

“Jack you are NOT helping...”

“I know I know I... SHIT David, you’re a werewolf!”

“I KNOW!!!!” David reared his head and barked up at Jack, eyes going wide as he winced at the noises erupting from his throat. “What do I do Jack?? What in shit’s name do I do???”

“Easy, easy!” Jack lowered to the floor, sitting cross-legged in front of his friend. “My folks ain’t back for a couple o’ days. You know what we’re gonna do?” He tried an encouraging grin, David looking to him pleadingly, “we’re gonna stay right here, get some whiskey down you, and wait it out till morning. Then you’re gonna change back, and we’re gonna start figuring out how to fix you, capiche?”

David stared down at his brand spanking new hand-paws, laying on his stomach before his friend. “Oh God... I gotta go through that again...”

“Well that’s what the whiskey’s for!” Jack replied, unable to help an incredulous grin spreading across his face. “Holy... holy SHIT, David! You’re a werewolf!”

David responded with a very unimpressed look. “You gonna get me that whiskey or what??”

“Sure. You want it in a dish or...?”

“WHAT DO YOU THINK, SHITHEAD???”

“Right, right. No hands. Sorry.”

...

#An american werewolf in london #David Kessler #Jack Goodman #David the perpetual werewolf #Wait until the morning when you change back #HA #sorry david #you're gonna have a surprise #David the broken werewolf #He's going to have a Time #He's a little agitated now #so much anxiety

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