Kathy Love - My Sister Is A Werewolf

Ouch! Dammit.

Elizabeth threw down her tweezers, blinking away the sudden blur of tears. Gradually both the pain and the blurry vision subsided, leaving her glaring at her reflection.

She swiped at her eyes and reached for the discarded tweezers. Then she changed her mind, leaving them where theyd landed in the sink. It wasnt as if getting her already well-groomed eyebrows further tamed was going to calm the restlessness building inside her. At least it hadnt worked thus far.

Edginess, as if shed drunk about three pots of coffee in a three-hour span, wracked her body. She wanted to crawl out of her own skin. That particular feeling was usually reserved for the full moon, and she knew that auspicious time of the month was still days away.

She wandered out of her bathroom, roaming from room to room in the sprawling house. The old farmhouse she was renting was just the type of place where shed always wanted to live. Bedrooms nestled under the eaves, a wraparound porch with a swing, a huge country kitchen. Woods, mountains. The place was perfect. So why couldnt she cast off the feeling that something wasnt right, that something was about to happen?

She started at every sound. She paced like a caged animal.

You are anxious to hear what Dr. Fowler thinks, she told herself.

At first shed tried to attribute the anxiety to her new surroundings. But she knew that wasnt it. Shed moved a lot, stayed in places far more secluded than this, and shed never felt nervous.

And this wasnt nerves, exactly. It was as if she was being driven slowly mad, by something she couldnt see or hear or feel. An endless unsatisfied feeling-so intense she couldnt seem to concentrate on anything else.

It must be the newest serum, she considered, not for the first time. But again, she toyed with the idea. These feelings had started before her last injection. Still, what else could it be?

The idea upset her. The serum shed prayed would finally cure her had apparently done nothing-except possibly make her an agitated, nervous wreck. Not what shed been going for. Oh, she had seen a change in the cells, but none in her condition. Hence sending her findings to Dr. Fowler.

She paced the length of the upstairs hallway again. She had to hear from him soon. Shed been so convinced she was on the right track. So certain shed gotten it right this time. Dammit.

A loud bang halted her train of thought, or perhaps accentuated it. She paused for a second at the top of the staircase, then hurried down, her feet silent on the worn wooden steps. Carefully, she approached the front door, pushing aside the curtain to peek out.

The sun had nearly disappeared among the mountains and trees-only faint traces of pinkish orange streaked the sky where the orb had been. But Elizabeth s eyes adjusted instantaneously to the waning light. She could see her front yard as clearly as if it were lit by the noonday sun.

Another sharp bang sounded again, causing her to freeze, her muscles tensing. Every part of her body remained motionless except for her eyes, which scanned the yard, taking in every detail.

A large barn that accompanied her house loomed to the right, a black hulk against the evening sky. As another gust of wind blew through trees, she saw the barn door swing, then hit its frame with a sharp, resounding whack.

She shook her head, annoyed at her panicky reaction. She wasnt a person to be easily shaken-even through the years with

The door slammed again, the noise startling her. She fully expected to see someone out there in the shadows, even though she knew what was causing the sound.

Something else she could add to this strange edginess: the feeling of being watched, although shed not found any signs to validate that feeling. More unexplained weirdness.

Unless maybe he was coming for her. He hadnt contacted her in all these years, but that didnt mean it couldnt happen. Hell, she didnt even know if hed ever looked. But she knew he would come eventually-after all, she was his. His forever.

She shivered. Why was she even thinking of Brody? She hadnt in years. Why now? She pulled in a deep breath to calm herself-as much as she could. She supposed it was everything. Her nerves. And she realized that getting closer to a cure also reminded her of him. That she could truly be free.

You, Elizabeth, she reminded herself, saying the words out loud as if vowing them to the empty house would make them true, are only his until you find the cure.

So stop acting like a ninny, and get back to work.

She opened the front door and headed down the steps of the porch. The breeze ruffled her hair and felt crisp on her skin. Newly fallen leaves crunched under her feet; she savored their scent, earthy and rich. A clean, natural scent.

She breathed in, taking the fresh air deep into her lungs. The distant hint of wood smoke mingled with the other smells of autumn, not tainting the scent but adding to it.

However, her enjoyment was short-lived. Even the signs of fall, her favorite season, seemed to agitate her, restlessness snaking through her limbs, pooling in her belly.

Damn, she felt like screaming. What was wrong with her? She was usually an unruffled person, having learned to control her emotions long ago, when she realized how little control she had over her new life. Her calm was her control. Composure, her way to manage the unmanageable.

Now she felt set adrift, like she had when shed first realized what shed become. Not that anyone could fault her for getting a little agitated about discovering she was a werewolf. That did tend to shake a person-just a little.

She picked up her steps, hurrying into the barn, securing the door behind her as if she could keep her anxious feelings at bay. Locked outside. If only.

Repeating her now familiar chant to calm down over and over in her head, she walked to the far end of the barn where she had sectioned off several of the old horse stalls and knocked down the dividers, using thick plastic to create makeshift walls and a ceiling. Her lab. Certainly not what shed had in New York, but she liked it. And she planned to build a proper lab in there after the winter, if she still needed a lab by then. She hoped she wouldnt.

She refused to look at the stall across from her temporary lab as she parted the plastic and stepped inside, even though she could visualize the thick chains and manacles mounted to the rafters overhead. Instead, she concentrated on the creaking of the floorboards under her feet. The whistle of the wind outside. A storm was building.

Then she forced everything aside as she busied herself with taking her cell samples out of the small refrigerator and preparing slides.

After dropping her third slide in a row, she gave up.

Damn it, damn it, damn it, she muttered. She braced herself against the edge of the table, closing her eyes, trying to get control.

Youre tired, she told herself. She hadnt slept for more than a few hours for days. Because you know you are close.

But she knew it wasnt just the urgency of her research that kept her awake. Sleeplessness was another issue that had arisen shortly after moving here-seemingly not in conjunction with the injection, either. She didnt understand what was causing it, but she knew the insomnia wasnt helping her anxiety.

Calm down, she muttered to herself. Relax. You are close.

Shed even been so sure she was only just a few genome sequences away that shed sent her latest serum to Dr. Fowler, her mentor. Hed be able to look at the cell changes and tell her where the cure stood. She knew it was so close.