"Madness is the emergency exit." -- Alan Moore

[m4moony]

Date: Sunday, 16 July, 2000
Time: After Moonrise and sunset
Location: Spinner's End
Character(s) Involved: Remus Lupin and any other residents of Spinner's End who wish
Status: Complete
Rating: Let's say PG-13 to start and see where it goes

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[inner_human]

He was slow in making his way down to the rest.

And for a while, Perry was quite determined not to. He knew they were all in the transformation room, all gathered together; he'd heard them as he paced the main level, nervously wondering at the quiet in the rest of the house. He felt exposed and annoyed and skirted past the cellar stairs everytime he came close. He would not go down.

But curiosity, loneliness, and the persistent need to be with his pack always drew him back to the stair. He stopped in front of it and sat down, staring into the dark. Then he lifted himself and stepped down. He trod lightly, almost silently, pausing once or twice to consider the odd feeling in his right foreleg.

And as Perry crept in he felt very much like the disobedient pup and wished deeply to disappear into the darkness. Knowing keen werewolf eyesight would thwart that plan, however, he kept close to the door and stared at them all.

This was a peculiar night. He could feel the strange mood; a tense, but resolute air. Something that might have felt like unity if not for the unstable core at the center of it all... which happened to be Remus. Perry's eyes fell on his and remained there for a long moment. That desire to disappear was even stronger. Whereas the rest of the pack had stayed by Remus's side through the man's ordeal, Perry had stayed as far away as possible. After Harry had managed to get into Remus's room, after he had discovered the reason behind the seclusion was an intense pity party, Perry had been too angry to look his Alpha in the eye. It seemed awfully selfish of him, to leave them all like that. Not when he was the Alpha. Not when he was supposed to set the example.

But then... he wasn't just angry at Remus. After all, Perry understood the need for isolation very well. But, to the young wolf's surprise, he found he didn't like it so much when others shut him out. They were all in this together, right? Remus has always cared for them... shouldn't they be allowed to return the favor?

With a huff, Perry crept the last few steps into the room--he still grimaced at the memory of his last full moon spent with the pack--and lay down beside the wall. Well, if they were going to smother Remus with stubborn camaraderie and affection, then he might as well join in.

[m4moony]

Oh this was too much! He had almost expected some form of stubbornness out of Severus. But, surely his pack could sense his need to be alone tonight?

Though he understood her intent, June's simple wolfish caress set his nerves on end. He was ready to jump out of his skin merely because for tonight it was his skin. He was the living embodiment of his own worst fear and he needed to come to terms with Moony again, something he wouldn't be able to do with all of them hovering over him.

When Perry came in, looked his way almost accusingly, and then lay down to join them, Remus knew he was out numbered. Zak took the older werewolf's actions as his cue to stay as well, settling down on June's other side while Glamis sat serenely by the door.

He loved them all, but at that moment he'd have given anything for the hands with which to throttle them.

Huffing in irritation, the golden eyes of the wolf sought the glittering black one's of the stubborn human, pleading, wishing he had voice to ask why they were doing this to him. He was terrified of himself in this form. He needed space to become ccomfortable with it once again. Couldn't they understand that?

To have Severus, whom Remus had almost killed in this form, so close, was only serving to remind him of why he was uncomfortable inside his own skin.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, the only vocal expression of his displeasure he would allow himself with Severus sitting so close. Were he to bark or snap and come too close to uninfected flesh, even by accident --

[subtle_simmer]

Severus wasn't certain what he had expected when he sat down on this mattress, which was covered in shed-hairs and smelling distinctly of wolf. He was fairly sure he hadn't expected to be effectively hemmed in by werewolves on all sides.

Trying to conceal his nervousness - even though he knew they could smell it - he pulled out his journal for something to do with his hands, flipping through it idly while the wolves did their silent eye-contact-communication-thing.

He jumped when Lupin growled, and his glare deepened. He'd never get through an entire night like this. Reaching up with a shamefully trembling hand, he undid the first two buttons of his collar and tugged his shirt open, baring the first few inches of his neck. He leaned forward, chin up, as though offering his throat even as his heart thundered in his ears.

"Do it, Lupin," he hissed.

It was right up there in his top ten list of 'the hardest things I've ever done', to hold so rigidly still, so close to the wolf that he could feel the hot breath against his exposed skin.

"Bite me or shut up. I'm not leaving."

Severus knew Darkness. Severus knew that one of the most profoundly empowering moments of his own life was that instant when he still wanted the false-power the Darkness offered, and knew he could have it if he just reached out took it - and willfully turned his back on it, anyway.

If that was what Lupin needed to get over this... well, Severus was the only one in the house that could 'offer'. He held the amber-eyed gaze steadily as he sat, motionless, one hand still holding his collar open, offering the beast that which it wanted more than anything else.

[m4moony]

The growling ceased instantly as shock settled in with the sight of Severus baring his throat. In fact, everything ceased at least for a moment. Breathing kicked back in automatically after a few seconds. Everything else remained still, the almost preternatural stillness of a predator with prey in sight.

Oh Gods. Oh Gods. Oh Gods.

As his mental processes began to function again, Remus could feel panic rising.

What was Severus doing? This wasn't a joke. He alone knew, he knew, why Remus was nervous this Moon. Over twenty years ago he'd nearly killed the man before him, violently and without mercy. The wolf had been so infuriated at the loss, the rage and bloodlust, once turned on himself in frustration, put him in hospital for days.

The potion kept that monster at bay, allowed Remus to suppress it as he would any other strong emotion. But it didn't make it go away. he could still feel it, a dark restlessness just under the surface of his thoughts. It was a part of him, not separate, no matter how much he referred to the physical form as 'Moony'. That was what he needed to come to terms with, that very real side of himself, and accept as a part of who he was.

That side of himself was now very awake and focused on the frantic heartbeat of and the enticing scent of fear rising from the man so willfully offering himself as a sacrifice to that dark hunger.

At the same time, the part which was essentially Remus and still horrified at what he'd done to Morna was recoiling in purest agony.

Severus, his eyes begged, don't. Gods, please don't do this.

Shaking his head, a low, tortured whine escaped the trapped werewolf. He couldn't fathom what Severus was thinking. He only knew he wasn't ready for this. It was too much too soon. If the others refused to leave, then he would do so himself. He simply couldn't take this.

Without a second thought beyond having to get away, he stood and practically ran for the stairs.