Leona reached up and grabbed the t-shirt that flew at her. She quickly proceeded to fold it and pack it down deeply into the suitcase. More clothes flew at her, flung from her closet by Francine, and they all went in the suitcase.

She was leaving tonight, moving again. It had been this way for her whole life. She could only stay at one relative for a short time, usually a year or two. Problems kept coming up. Sometimes she got into trouble, but mostly it was just the family she was staying with couldn't afford to look after her any more. Another mouth to feed was always expensive.

It had affected her schooling greatly, but still she had managed to pass. Then luck had come her way and a scholarship had fallen in her lap. Scholarship for the Under-privileged, or to put it in the terms she considered it, for those without family or money. But if they were going to pay for her schooling, who was she to deny them.

So she moved again, this time to Gorat's house. He lived in Brunswick, and it would only be a short ride on her push bike to get to the University of Melbourne. It was a bit harder from where she was now, in Kew. The roads just got far too busy in the mornings.

She was woken from her daydreaming by giggling from over near the closest. Leona turned her head to look at what was going on. Francine was deep within the closest and was shaking with laughter.

“What are you laughing at? Found my costume from that last fancy dress party we went to?”

“Nope...” the giggling continued, “that would be funny though. No, I found this.”

She turned around fast, holding a small piece of cloth between her fingers and stretching it out. Leona was confused for a moment, before it dawned on her.

“So you’re hiding G-strings in the closet eh? What have you been up to?”

Leona got up, red faced, and stormed over Francine, grabbing the underwear off her. Then back to where she had been putting things in the suitcase. She held it before her, twisting it one way then another.

“What's so wrong about this? I am sure you have a few of these.”

“So I may,” Francine said, brushing a hand through her shoulder length blonde hair, “I just never expected you to have any. Your always so,” she seemed to struggle to find the right word, her hands making circling motions in front of her, “boyish.”

“Oh, I am, am I? And G-strings make me seem more feminine to you?”

“I would have to say, yes.”

“Well then...”

Leona dropped the underwear into the suitcase and stood up. She turned to face away from Francine. She undid the button of her jeans and pulled the zip down a bit. She flicked her shirt up her back a ways and lowered her pants just low enough to show Francine the G-string she was wearing.

“So? Do you reckon I'm a girl then?”

“Well, that was a bit unexpected. But yes, yes, fine, your girl enough.”

The door was pushed open rather quickly and footsteps entered the room. Then there was a gasp, and the footsteps retreated quickly to the door again. Leona looked over her shoulder and her face turned into a cherry as she blushed.

Russell was standing in the doorway with his back facing them and a hand up over his eyes. Leona quickly pulled up her pants and did them up again, and then pushed the G-string sitting on top of the suitcase as deep as she could. Behind her Francine started laughing even louder and it sounded like she was rolling on the floor.

“That's the funniest thing I have seen lately,” Francine screamed out amidst the laughter.

“Oh, shut up Frannie,” Russell tried to sound impressive, but his voice was caught in his throat, “sorry Leona, I didn't mean to burst in. Didn't know you were doing a strip show for Frannie.”

Leona turned even redder, “It wasn't like that,” she started to say before she was interrupted.

“I know, I know, just trying to make light of the situation. I feel a little embarrassed. And I fear if I turn around your going to pummel me again.”

Leona laughed a little, but stopped quickly.

“Well, I really came up to give you this.”

One of Russell's long arms stretched out, holding something in it. Leona was hesitating, so Francine went over and grabbed the bundle off Russell. She opened it up and a dress flowed down. She pressed it against herself to show off towards Leona, smiling and laughing.

“What's that for Russell? You know I don't wear things like this,” Leona's red blushing of embarrassment turned into red of anger.

“Well, on the way to Gorat's place we will be stopping by a club and having a few drinks. It’s a little more upper class than we usually go to, so I thought you might like a nice dress. Don't worry, it’s a present for you, you can keep it.”

“Oh, yeah, like that's gonna happen.”

“Well, I'm going to leave you in the car if you don't wear this. I'll be going into the club, with or without you.”

“Oh, you!” She reached into the bag and grabbed a handful of clothes and threw it at him. It hit him in the head and then she gasped. She had accidentally grabbed the G-string she was holding up before.

He took it from his head as he walked away and held it before him. He called back to the two girls.

“Your welcome.”

Francine shut the door behind him.

“Look, you try this on, I'll finish the packing. We are nearly done anyway. And the other suitcase is already in Russell's car.”

“I said, I won’t be getting in that! There's not even much of a dress there.”

“Russell has pretty good taste actually. Must have got some help choosing it.”

“Aren't you listening? I'll sit in the car.”

“I can’t think of who Russell knows that would have this kind of taste.”

“No, you aren't listening to me. Fine then. Give it here.”

“I knew you'd come around to the right way of thinking. I'll pack, you try on, and then I'll go grab the camera.”

“Oh no, no you don't. If you get that camera I'll give you a black eye.”

“Fair call.”

Francine handed the dress over to Leona and went back to packing. Leona went over and shut the curtains, then put the dress on. It fit very well, and felt comfortable. She turned around in front of the mirror a few times.

The dress was a dark green, almost matching the colour of her eyes. It had thin straps on the shoulder, hugged her breasts hard, and then flowed down her body, with a split down her left leg, letting her show off her toned legs.

“Oh my, yes, whoever picked that out sure has taste. We just need you to get something to wear with it.”

“Wear with it?” Leona gasped and put her hand in front of her mouth, “What do you mean? Isn't this enough? Or little enough?”

Looked at her back where the dress line hung low and nearly reached the top of her underwear.

“I am sure I have a nice necklace that will really set your ample bosom off.”

Leona rushed over and grabbed Francine by the front of her shirt, and pulled her up until they were face to face.

“I don't do this, don't talk to me like I do this.”

“Look, Leona, you’re doing it tonight, may as well live it up.”

“Russell must have some ulterior motive.”

“He looks at you sometimes like he wants in your pants. But he won’t touch you. Not because of the Law. But he views you like a sister.”

“There's gotta be some reason.”

“Just go with the flow, babe. You look sexy, act sexy. And by the look of the dress, I'd say he's taking you to a dance club of some sort.”

Francine lifted the suitcase and exited the room, dragging the suitcase downstairs. Leona waited a while and then followed her. She shouted down the stairs.

“Do you have some shoes for me at least Francine?”

The voice came back up the stairs, drifting from outside.

“I left them outside my bedroom door, along with a necklace. I'll be back in in a minute to do your hair.”

Leona scratched her head for a minute. This was getting confusing, there was no way Francine had time to get anything out of her room. Leona walked down the other end of the hallway to Francine's room and picked the shoes and necklace up. Emerald green pumps with ribbon running partway up her leg, and a large green stone set on a silver chain. She shook her head. Francine had set this all up. The only reason she couldn't think of anyone who had this much taste was because she was the one who had chosen it.

She put them on, then went down the stairs and outside the door. Francine pushed the boot of the Commodore down as Leona got outside. She looked around. Russell was there, along with his three mates Samuel, Robert and Kenzo.

Russell was resplendent in green shirt, top button undone, and straight black slacks. His shirt was un-tucked and his sleeves folded partway up his forearms. His athletic body filled it out well. His black hair was gelled and spiked. Though in contrast the other didn't seem to have gone to as much length.

Kenzo, Russell's brother, was wearing a simple shirt and jeans. Samuel, their cousin, was wearing plain jeans, and a long sleeved shirt, with the sleeves scrunched up to his elbows. He did that just to show off the flame tattoos he had on his well muscles forearms. Robert, the only human that was there, had tried to make an impression and failed. Though he had combed his black hair to a respectable style.

The four of them whistled, and Samuel beat his chest. Russell waved his hand at them and they ran off, jumping into Samuel's Subaru Imprezza. Russell motioned for Leona to climb into his car. Leona gave both him and Francine a glare.

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They just laughed.

“You’re coming too right Francine?” Leona asked as Francine started walking inside.

“Oh no, you’re on your own girl.”

“You've left me high and dry with these four?”

“Don't worry, Little Lee. We'll leave those three at the club when I take you to Gorat's. But we need a parting drink. We'll only be seeing each other on the full moons now. Unless we bump into each other in town.” Russell opened the passenger door as he spoke, and then jumped into the driver’s seat. Leona climbed in, still scowling.

Russell started the car and headed off. They drove for a while, dodging the traffic as well as they could. They pulled up in a street and got out and walked. A few blocks later they reached the Blue Velvet Nightclub. It was early, so the five of them were sent straight in.

They stayed down on the ground floor, crowded around a small table, and the others were all buying her drinks. Soon enough all the alcohol they were pumping into her started taking its toll and she felt a little light-headed. Her senses didn't betray her though.

She could feel it as the three of them pushed and prodded at her. Not literally. But they set the table up so that she was sitting next to Robert. She could smell his stale sweat as if it was held right beneath her nose. He had tried to cover it up with some other scents. She smelt some deodorant, the spicy scent stinging her nose a little, but above that was that male perfume Joop.

The Joop wasn't an unpleasant smell. But the amount he used, mixed with her keen senses, they made it unbearable for her.

She could feel it. All three of them were trying to push her together with Robert. They wanted her to be with Robert. She knew him a little, and what she knew was horrible. He wasn't the kind of person she wanted to spend too much time with.

She stood up from her chair and grabbed the front of Russell's shirt. She dragged him out of his seat and took him to the stairs. The others all seemed a little confused.

“I'm going to dance,” she called back over her shoulder.

She dragged him upstairs to where the music was loud, and the bass sent vibrations through her body. The feeling was nice. Even as she stepped on the dance floor she could feel her body want to start moving with the beat of the music. Move it did too, of its own volition.

But she had other motives than dancing for coming upstairs. So as her hips moved she started guiding Russell over to a far wall where there weren't as many people. She forced his back against the wall and put a hand on either side of his head. She could see him starting to sweat.

Her body rolled, from feet to shoulder, and she rolled it against his body. His eyes were dilating, the pupils almost draining his eyes of colour. She smiled. She brought her body in close to his and her lips up near his ear.

“So, you’re trying to set me up with Robert eh?”

All he could do was gulp and nod. She felt the movement on her neck.

“Well, if all you’re doing is trying to set me up, come on. You and me, tonight, in the back of your car,” she breathed hot air onto his neck as she spoke. Her words were only loud enough for him to hear over the noise of the music.

“If you want to have a puppy, sure. We'll go down the store and get a German Shepherd.”

“I know you won’t do it.”

“No, I won’t. But you’re pushing me very close to the edge.”

“And that was the whole idea. I won’t have you trying to set me up with humans. I'll make my own decisions thank you.”

“But you need to start breeding soon. To continue the line. And you know a werewolf needs to breed with a pure human, otherwise the line will die.”

“Yeah yeah. The laws forbid the mating of two werewolves, because the offspring will be defective. More wolf than man. Too much like an animal. Does it stop us playing around though?”

“Don't you even consider it.”

“Just let me tell you, if he touches me tonight, I'll be leaving the club straight away.”

“Fair enough.”

Leona stepped away from him, turned in a few circles as she flowed to the music again. Then like a viper her hand lashed out and slapped him across the face. She laughed at him, turned and walked back downstairs.

She sat back at her seat and watched everyone's reactions as Russell came back to his spot with a bright red mark across his cheek. Samuel and Kenzo were a little shocked, but Robert actually smiled. They ordered another round of drinks and got back into the drinking.

As she raised the glass to her mouth she could feel something on her leg. It came from her right, where Robert was sitting. It was his hand. It moved down her leg, found a gap in her dress, and then started moving back up her leg, slowly making its way to the inside of her thigh. She put the glass down.

In the blink of an eye she had swung her hand around and punched Robert right in the face. He fell off his chair, blood running freely down his face as he landed on the floor. The other three looked at her as she got up and made for the door. They followed, leaving their friend on the floor.

As they got outside Samuel grabbed her by the arm and walked close to her.

“What was that about?”

“I had warned Russell. If he touched me, I was leaving. As soon as I started having that drink he started trying to find the inside of my thigh.”

Russell came up on the other side.

“You said leave, not leave him out cold on the floor. I didn't think you would punch the poor bugger.”

“It’s your own fault he touched you, you know,” Samuel hissed at her, “you take Russell up for a dance. You come back all glistening in sweat and smelling like sex, and he comes back with a bright red mark on his cheek. We found it funny, yes, but he's only human. We know how to control our instincts. He doesn't.”

Kenzo called out from behind them, “Look, what he's trying to say is, Robert took that as a signal. We're fine, there's no one following. They'll likely just dump him out the back to let him sober up and wake up.”

“Let me go Samuel.”

Samuel dropped his hand.

“OK, you and Kenzo should probably head off then, Samuel. I'll take Leona to Gorat's place.”

“I think we might go find a few other clubs to terrorise.”

“Fine, just don't make too much trouble. I don't want this coming back onto my head.”

Russell took Leona and they headed back to his car. Once there they got in and started heading off for Gorat's house in Brunswick. The air in the car was thick with tension. Eventually Leona turned to Russell, who was leaning his elbow on the door with the window down.

“Look, Russell. I am sorry. I was out of line in there. I shouldn't have done any of that. Not hitting him, and not what I did to you on the dance floor.”

“What are you talking about? You didn't do anything to me on the dance floor.”

“Oh, yes I did. I shouldn't have said that stuff.”

“It’s ok. My own fault. I tried to set you up with a human. I should have remembered how you acted when I tried to do that on your seventeenth birthday. We'll be at Gorat's in no time, just let all this slide and start your life at Uni. I'm sure you'll meet someone there. There's always plenty of eligible bachelors at campus.”

“Look, don't even go there right now Russ. I'm on edge enough.”

They stopped talking, though the tension did lessen and the rest of the trip was completed with ease. They pulled out in front of the house and walked up to the door. Russell stopped for a moment to admire the Clubsport in the driveway, he was quite interested in cars. Once she was inside he left, and she knew he was getting his mobile out to find out where Kenzo and Samuel had gotten to. He'd be the one getting them into trouble soon.

Leona sank into the chair in the kitchen as Gorat took her suitcases to her room. She'd stayed here before, when she was younger. Gorat was one of her father's two brothers. Gorat and Vaiko. Ida, Gorat's wife, brought her a mug of warm Milo. Ida was human, as she should be to be Gorat's wife. She had borne him two sons who were younger than Leona.

Ida sat beside her and held her hands.

“You look troubled, Leona. You’re starting University on Monday. I hope you haven't got butterflies.”

“No, no,” Leona shook her head, “it’s nothing like that. Russell tried to set me up with a human. I punched him in the nose in a bar. The human, not Russell. Russell I slapped.”

“Can you just call him a man or something Leona, it’s quite painful to me that you refer to us as 'human' all the time. You’re still mostly human. But, I understand what you’re feeling. Its fine, it’s normal. You'll find someone, just give it time.”

Leona lifted the cup and started drinking. It tasted so good.

“Gorat bought you some study stuff. He also put a desk and a computer in your room. I don't know much about it, he probably knows what to say to you about it. I'm not up with all this new stuff that keeps coming out.”

“It’s ok Ida. Thanks for everything. I hope I'm not too much of a bother while I'm here.”

“Of course you won’t be dear.”