Beastly

[Desdemona Zhefarovich]

A bloody figure slowly made it's way past a thick gathering of trees, not really aiming to get anywhere but away. Desdemona Romanes limped her way further and further away from the shelter of the dark field. A pale hand was clutched tightly to her shoulder, which harbored the most severe of her wounds. Blood seeped out of the wound heavily, her hand did little to prevent her sweater from becoming absolutely soaked with it. A drop or two even began to trail down her arm, only to fall at her feet. Desdemona had never felt this much pain before. If she hadn't been so determined to get away and ensure her survival, she would've remained on the ground, writing in pain. In all her time as an Auror, not once had she been put in such a dangerous situation. Desdemona's knees stung from the deep scratches upon them. She didn't even need to look down at them to be able to tell that her jeans were torn and tattered. Her sweater was destroyed as well. But that was to be expected because that was where the most damage had been done. Dirt and mud covered her as well. Her hair looked like it hadn't been taken care of properly in months, and cuts adorned her face now. Desdemona looked a mess right now. But how she looked was nothing compared to how she felt. Desdemona nearly wished for someone to come along and take her out of her agony right now. But that would be too delightful for Zannon to catch wind of. No, if she ever saw him again she wanted him to see her alive and well. Then he would be sent away to rot in Azkaban again. Right now, Desdemona just intended to get as far away as she could. Then find some help. Her wounds needed to be healed. Desdemona wasn't sure if she remembered how to heal them herself at the moment as she was in shock. Breathing and walking was about the only two things she could recall knowing how to do in the situation she was in. If the wounds were not treated soon, particularly the deep gash on her shoulder, chances were that she would bleed to death. Desdemona regretted trying to help that man. If she had known he was a Werewolf, she would've left him be. He had been acting a bit strange even before he transformed. But Desdemona's kind nature made it hard for her to sense that he might be a threat to her, she just wanted to help him. Oh what a mistake that had been. When the moon came into view, her worst nightmares came true. The man turned into a beast. Desdemona tried to escape after that but it was too late for her. The wolf managed to sink it's fangs right into her shoulder. Desdemona's been bitten by her cat before. Which hurt. But that compared nothing to this. Even after it had bitten her the first time, Desdemona was horrified to discover that even then it wasn't done with her. The Werewolf had every intention of ripping her to pieces.

But she was safe. She managed to get away and now she was here. A whimper escaped Desdemona as her body finally succumbed to exhaustion. Her body pulled itself down so she was sitting against the chilled wall of an abandoned building. Blood begun to drip onto the sidewalk below her. Desdemona felt sick looking at it. 'I...I need to get some help.' Desdemona concluded as she moved slowly and pulled her wand out of her pocket. She was thankful that it had come out unscathed. Desdemona breathed heavily. Her body felt cold and for some reason, it felt like she was out of breath. Right now she was in so much pain, and she was so tired. But on top of it all, she felt stupid. This was all a mistake. Was she really going to lose her life because of her foolish judgement? Desdemona lifted her wand and created a spark, hoping it would catch someone's attention. Desdemona didn't dare attempt to apparate. Her body was too tired and she would only end up splinching herself. This would create further injury. By now the one thing she could hope for, was that the Werewolf wasn't on her trail, and that help came. If it came, she hoped it would be soon. One could only lose so much blood. The sound of footsteps delighted her, but Desdemona's loss of blood made it too hazy for her to really do much other than turned her head in the direction of the footsteps. The last thing she remembered before passing out were a pair of big blue eyes, looking worriedly into her own. ​

 

[Alyssa Chevalier]

Alyssa was normally not out during this time of day, particularly in this part of Obsidian Harbor. Even she knew this part of town wasn't the safest place for a young woman to be when alone. But she had gone out to pick up some things for dinner tonight. Chacen was old enough to start trying actual food instead of baby food, it was so cute watching his face when he tried new things. He was so expressive. If left Alyssa to wonder if Vincent was that expressive when he was a baby. Chacen looked so much like him, it was so freaking adorable. By now it no longer bothered Alyssa that her son got all his fathers looks and none of hers. It just meant that he was at least ten times cuter than most babies. Yes she was biased when it came to her own child, but she was allowed to be right? Things were quiet right now. At least with her home life. She had a decent job that could be tiring sometimes, but other times she loved it to death. She had the world's most perfect son and husband. Overall her life was good. When she wasn't having to worry about her brother at least. Lately she had been doing way too much of that. Any day now he was going to find out where she was, and then some serious trouble would arise. Theodore could be a real pain in the ass when he wanted something to get done. It didn't help that he had Antoine on his side. Astoria was questionable as she didn't seem to be that into helping Theodore out from what she had viewed. But Alyssa couldn't bring herself to completely trust the woman yet. Right now she felt the people she could trust consisted of Vincent, her best friend Hadan, and her father-in-law Amauri. They were the only three she could tell her secrets too and not worry that they would be held against her. Alyssa wished she had more of her family at her side. But it seemed that they all hated for choosing Vincent over them. But how could she help it? She fell in love with him. Didn't they remember what it was like when they fell for someone? Alyssa wanted to be with Vincent. If her family didn't like that it was just to bad. There was no way she was going to let them take her little happy ending away form her. Her mother would've been proud of her, she was sure of that much at least. Alyssa wondered if she was watching over her and Theodore right now, and if she was, what she would say to each of them.

Alyssa turned the corner and froze when she saw a figure on the ground, completely motionless. in this area most people would've thought nothing of it and left, but the inner Healer wanted Alyssa to check it out in case the person needed some help. They could be hurt or something. Alyssa breathed out and carefully approached the figure. She held her wand at her side just in case it was something dangerous. But the closer and closer she got, the less frightened she felt. At least of the person. It appeared to be a woman and that was when Alyssa abandoned the grocery bag she had and quickly closed the space between her and the woman. She knew her! "Desdemona? Are you okay?" Alyssa looked at the woman but she appeared to be unconscious. It took a moment but Alyssa finally looked down and saw the puddle of blood her boots were stepping in. Jumping back in shock, Alyssa felt a shudder take over her. Blood always made her feel sick and weak. But Desdemona needed help. She looked rough. Almost like she had been attacked by an animal or something. Which made Alyssa wonder. Was it another Werewolf attack? A shrill howl in the distance alarmed Alyssa that she should get the woman out of here and as quickly as possible. Alyssa's small arms reached around Desdemona before she Apparated off to St. Mungos. As soon as she got there she was going to have to owl Vincent and let him know what had happened so he didn't worry when she didn't come home soon.​

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[Desdemona Zhefarovich]

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<FONT font="lucida"><COLOR color="#6A5ACD">Desdemona awoke with with a soft groan. Immediately she regret trying to move her body at all at all. Her body was so tired, sore, and tense, there was no possible way she could move it without feeling the stinging pain she just had. 'If I can feel this, does that mean I didn't die?' People didn't feel pain when they died did they? Desdemona didn't think they did. She assumed they would feel nothing. Desdemona cracked open her eyes and flinched at the whiteness of the room she was in. If Desdemona hadn't known better she would've assumed she was dead. No place she knew of looked that white except St. Mungos. Why Hospitals chose white all the time was against her, but it helped Desdemona piece together the puzzle she was trying to solve in her mind right now. The last thing she remembered last night was running from the Werewolf she had been attacked by and having to stop because she didn't have the strength to keep running. Now she was in a hospital? Jolting up, Desdemona finally came to a realization on what had happened to her last night. Blue eyes gazed around the empty hospital room. A heart monitor beeped steadily, confirming that she indeed had a heartbeat. An IV was poked into her arm along with a fair amount of bandages circling her arm and shoulder. The healers made quick work of getting her injuries taken care of it seemed. 'Who brought me here though? How long have I been out for?' Desdemona questioned herself. Desdemona was thankful that someone had saved her from bleeding to death or getting found by the Werewolf, but she also wished she had known who it was. Then she could thank the person and ask some questions. Desdemona didn't know what would've happened to her if she hadn't been saved. The wound on her shoulder still stung immensely. But now that it was wrapped up, she couldn't take a peek at it and see how badly it had turned out. 'I hope someone feeds my cat while I'm here.' Desdemona huffed and brought her back up against the cool mattress again. No healer was present so it wasn't like she could question anyone or see if she could leave. So she was forced to remain here until someone came in here. Perhaps someone could explain why she felt so different? Desdemona actually felt angry at the man. Normally she was forgiving and sweet, but at the moment, there was nothing but anger in her system. All she had been trying to do was help that man and he attacked her. What dirty beasts they were.

Desdemona shifted when she heard the door to her room open. Someone was coming inside! Desdemona shifted so that she was sitting up. "Alyssa?" The Auror was faintly surprised to see Amauri's daughter-in-law Alyssa walk through the room. Desdemona didn't exactly know her well but from what she did know, she was a real sweetheart. Vincent seemed to adore her. The blonde nodded as she closed the door behind her and stepped further inside the room. It was easily noted that she was wearing a Healers Uniform. So she must be working right now. "Are you....the one that brought me here? If you are...thank you so much." Desdemona started out. She wanted the blonde to know that she was grateful for her help. Alyssa nodded in confirmation that she was indeed the one that had found and rescued Desdemona. However, the look on her face made Desdemona a little bit nervous. Alyssa didn't look relieved like most healers would. Instead she had a grave and solemn look on her face. Was something the matter? "Is something the matter?" Desdemona questioned softly, raising a trimmed eyebrow as she asked this. Looking serious like that didn't suit Alyssa's pretty face. If anything the Auror hoped that she was just having a bad day and would relax a little. But it seemed that there was indeed something the Healer needed to say. She opened and closed her mouth a few times. As if she was trying to decide what to say to Desdemona. Maybe she wanted to discuss what happened last night?​

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[Alyssa Chevalier]

Alyssa quickly dropped her gaze to the floor. This was always the worst part to her. Informing someone she didn't know of some terrible news or unfortunate event. Normally Desdemona seemed sweet a majority of the time. But Alyssa couldn't say she knew how the woman was going to react about said announcement. Being a Werewolf was going to change a lot of things about her lifestyle. No longer would she really be able to fly under the radar when it came to the Ministry. For one, she knew that the Ministry didn't always trust people like them. People who were different or potentially harmful to society. There were the Werewolves, the Veelas, the Goblins, and even the Giants, they all were looked down upon. It was hard to think that people could hate something they barely understood. But they managed to find a way. It was hard for Alyssa to even think that she was hated just merely because of what she was, and not by the things she said or the things she did. Either way, she wanted Desdemona to know that even if Alyssa wasn't exactly suffering from what she did, she knew it what it was like. The woman wasn't alone in this. "Yeah. I found lying next to a building. You passed out before you could tell me what happened or anything, but I brought you here and we were able to heal most of your wounds. I even contacted a few of your friends to let them know what happened." Alyssa didn't tell Amauri about this yet though. She didn't know why she had left him out while she was trying to find someone who knew her. Maybe it was because he was an Auror too? Sooner or later she would tell him. It might've just been that she was too busy to get them all letters. Deep inside though, it was actually the fact that she thought Desdemona and her father-in-law might have something going on. Even if they never said anything. The last thing she figured Desdemona would want was someone she had feelings for, to see her in this state. Alyssa wouldn't want Vincent seeing her break down. Alyssa picked up a clipboard that was sitting beside her. It held the details of Desdemona's condition. Lycanthropy, or rather Werewolf. The word was circled heavily down at the bottom. It looked so unfriendly to Alyssa though. The Healer had no problems with the Werewolves. She understood what it was like to be different. As long as they didn't bite her or attack her loved ones, she had no problem with them. But who knows how Desdemona felt about them. She could hate them with a burning passion. No matter how much she hated them though, she wasn't going to ever be able to act like she wanted no part with them. Sighing softly, Alyssa knew she was going to have to tell the woman sooner or later. It might as well be now.

"Desdemona....you were bit by a Werewolf. You do know what happens to people who are bitten or scratched by them right?" Alyssa started off softly. Hopefully Desdemona was able to connect two and two. This was hard enough as it was, she didn't want to go into further detail about it. Crystal blue eyes met with lighter blue and Alyssa gulped before she opened her mouth to say, "Desdemona, you're a Werewolf." Now that it has been said and done, the blonde awaited some reaction from her. Anger, tears, even joy. Just something to show that she understood what she had been just told. It took a minute, but soon tears started to form in the woman's eyes. Alyssa had to fight to keep her own eyes from filling with tears. Alyssa cared too much for people. So their pain became her pain. She could barely imagine how Desdemona was feeling right now. There was probably thing she could to do ease her worries. Offering her some Wolfsbane was likely not going to help. Sometimes it just further reminded people that they would need to take a potion during the time of the full moon to be less of a harm to people. Oh and the moon, it was going to get so much less beautiful in her eyes. The more full it got, the more of a threat it became. Alyssa sighed and told Desdemona she would be back in a minute. She needed to go speak with someone. ​

 

[Desdemona Zhefarovich]

Desdemona was thankful she was found by Alyssa. If she hadn't then goodness only knows what would have happened to her. But she couldn't shake the fact that Alyssa did not look very happy right now. It scared her. It scared her a lot. But the news Alyssa did reveal shocked her more than she thought a set of words ever could. She was a Werewolf? Desdemona's eyes filled up with an unreadable emotion. "Please tell me you're kidding. I cannot be a Werewolf." Desdemona's tone shifted from one full of shock, to one filled with anger and disdain. It wasn't something people were used to seeing from her very much. Desdemona was never angry. But the thought of becoming one of those beasts made her sick to her stomach. Desdemona may have been a kind person, but she never held that much respect for Werewolves. Last night didn't help with her opinion on them either. All she had done was try to help that man and she was bitten. Alyssa remained silent and that only fueled the emotions running rampant through Desdemona. Alyssa wasn't kidding around was she? Desdemona's breath hitched in her throat, and her thin fingers gripped the sheets tightly between her her fingers. "This can't be happening...thus just can't." Desdemona refused to be a beast. She didn't want to be something she hated. How could she live with herself day to day realizing that she was a monster. Others would hate her, they would think she's a monster. Desdemona fought back a flurry of tears and prayed to someone that this was all some kind of bad dream. If it wasn't she doubt she could ever forgive herself for being careless with her life like she was last night. Desdemona lifted her arm and tried to get a peak at her shoulder that had been bitten. She moved the gown aside only to see bandages covering the wound. Desdemona whimpered. At least she couldn't see it. That probably would have only made it worse on her part.

"What am I going to do? Why....why didn't you heal me?!" Desdemona was in panic, and hysterics. She knew better than anyone that this wasn't something that could be healed. Once bitten, Desdemona was infected for life. There was no potion, no spell, no wish that could take this away from her. The Wolfsbane potion didn't even stop a transformation, it only kept her from being a complete danger to others. Desdemona wiped her eyes and thought about what she needed to do. She needed someone to help her through this. She had no idea what was going on. Alyssa wasn't going to be able to help her either. Desdemona knew that much for sure. ​