Killing Me Softly
Killing Me Softly
Note: I do not own Scooby Doo or the song "Killing me Softly", I do not make a profit from writing this.
Universe: Mystery Begins
Rating: PG+ (elluding to adult situations and violence)
angst_bingo Prompt: Supernatural (Poisoning and Weaknesses)
Word Count: 1,071
He sat at her side, his eyes closed, listening to the sound of his blood rushing through his veins. He knew if he didn’t, he’d begin to focus on hers again. He couldn’t do that, not to her. He had to regain control of himself before he went too far. Her soft sigh cut through his concentration and he heard her heartbeat, gently drumming in her chest. The sound comforted him, but the scent of her skin tempted him. The sound comforted him, but the scent of her skin tempted him. She smelled so sweet, her voice echoed in his ears from days earlier…
“Loup-Garou.”
Velma Dinkley’s voice drew the Gang’s eyes to her as she suddenly stood up. If her brilliantly orange sweater didn’t catch their attention, her bolt up certainly did.
“Lue what?” Freddie Jones asked, his brows knitted together.
“Loup-garou, its another name for a werewolf. Ever see Blood and Chocolate?” Daphne asked, Velma smirked.
“The book was better. The movie wasn’t bad. Good effects,” she said, and Daphne smiled brightly at the praise of the other girl.
“What about a werewolf?” Shaggy asked, he had just woken up as the Gang had begun to talk again. He had been napping; Scooby Doo had been sleeping at soundly at his feet and slumbered on, or at least appeared to.
“It’s our new mystery! It’s the only thing to explain the claw marks and the animal slaughters that have been occurring!”
“Those sheep and cows that were hunted?” Freddie asked, “That’s way out in the boonies, no where around here, why should we care?” Daphne shot her boyfriend a ‘what the hell are you smoking?’ look.
“Freddie, those are farm animals not big game. Who hunts farm animals?”
“Wolves, wolves hunt them. That’s why this is the only choice of who it could be,” Velma said, glancing to the group.
“Like Velma, this is real. Those animals were torn apart. What if this wolf IS real? What if one of us gets hurt or worse!?” Shaggy asked, Velma paused for a moment and studied him.
“We’ll have to arm ourselves.” She said, bluntly.
“But which things ward off werewolves? They are Vampires? They aren’t that weak,” Daphne asked.
“I’ll investigate more and see what keeps popping up in my research,” Velma said, began to gather her things. Her bright orange laptop was being closed and put away. Shaggy watched as Daphne and Freddie took each others hands and headed out. Shaggy sighed, wishing he could take her hand. To hold it, it would be so warm and soft. She smelled sweet; she always did, like vanilla and it was making him want to take a taste…
Loup-Garou. Werewolf. She had figured it out, she was a genius, and he knew she would. He wasn’t careful, but he knew those attacks were not him. He knew that for sure, Scooby kept him company when he changed, it was never a full change, he was still part human. They had to be from the wolf that had tainted him. To draw him there, but whoever knew him, knew the Gang would follow. If he shifted completely, he could hurt them and he couldn’t do that. They were his first and only friends, they were his life.
Then he felt his hand burn, and he looked down to his hand on her shoulder. The other was on her hand, holding it, his flesh stuck her silver ring and it began to sizzle. There was no denying it, no hiding it, Velma didn’t seem surprised. Instead turned her head and looked at him with such pity in her eyes.
“Oh Shaggy…how did this happen?” she asked, and moved his hand off of hers.
As he backed away from her, she looked at him again; his teeth were sharper, longer than she’d seen. His hair seemed fuller, his body bulkier and his eyes flashed a yellow color.
“L-l-like…I’d be more worried…about my l-l-l-level of control,” he stammered, that’s when she saw fear in her eyes.
“Wh-why me?” she asked, and before he could stop himself he was crossing to her. She got up and he backed her into a wall. He could hear her heart quicken, her blood race, fear and excitement ran through her. He leaned in close and inhaled her scent deeply.
“You make me weak,” he told her and she smiled a dark smile, something he hadn’t seen since her possession.
”No, that would be the silver dust I dusted my skin with. Back up, you’re inhaling too much,” she said, there was urgency in her voice. He fell to his knees before her as he suddenly felt dizzy.
“Crafty,” he chuckled as he began to sink to the floor.
“No, what was crafty was to make sure I diluted it so that if it did have an affect, it wouldn’t kill or poison you. Just stun you, and moisten my skin so it would stay there and go no where else,” she smiled, “You just lay there and I’ll go shower, now I have my answer, there’s no need to keep you in such a state. And I am sorry, I really am,” she said with a frown.
As he lay there in a heap, his dog watching him cautiously from a corner he listened. It was all he could do, he was too week to move for now. He heard piece by piece as her clothes fluttered through the air and gather on the floor. He listened to her delicate steps, her glasses being placed on his counter and then the knobs turning.
As the spray started, he heard her humming softly. She was acting like she wasn’t bothered by what she’d witnessed but she was scared. Scared, aroused, and intrigued. Her humming changed into a tune, a familiar tune he’d heard before, and then he heard her soft voice begin to sing. He missed her voice; he hadn’t heard his sing since the summer, since they broke the possession over her.
“I heard he sang a good song. I heard he had a style. And so I came to see him. And listen for a while, and there this young boy, stranger to my eye. Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words. Killing me softly with his song…”
He sighed and closed his eyes and waited for her to come back to him…
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End
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This is beginning a whole new story for me. I always liked the idea of Shaggy becoming a werewolf but I HATED the Recluntant Werewolf. I hated that it was a spell to make him race in a Monster race. I hated his obnoxious girlfriend (I don't mind Scrappy. I mind her most certainly). So I decided to take it into my own hands with the new verse. I can see Nick as werewolf Shaggy, I mean look at his teeth! Go on, rewatch the movie and look at them! His teeth are pointed!
Anyways, there will be one more one shot to go with my prompts and to the beginning of the story. When Shaggy realizes that he's begun to change.
I hope this keeps you intrigued until the next one shot and then to the story titled (for now) To Be Wild.
Crossposted to: scooby_doo and dinkley_rogers