Emily cursed as she tried to open the door. Another contraction hit, taking her breath away and she involuntarily pushed. She heard a<span style="font-style: italic">rrrriiiiiiiiip</span>as her pants tore. "Screw it!" she muttered, frustrated. Emily quickly took off her damp pants and laid down on the basement floor. It was cold, but at least it didn't appear that anyone was around. Maybe she'd try to get the furnace door opened after she had the baby, depending on how much strength she had left.<br/><br/>The contractions were unbearable, but the baby's head was already out. The next hardest part would be the shoulders, and after that, the baby would slide free. Emily pushed again, still laying on her back.<br/><br/>At the moment, all thoughts about the full moon had vanished. All she thought about now was her coming baby. Emily realized that all of the milk that was pouring out of her breasts might not be natural, but maybe her baby would eat more than some, since he or she wasn't quite human.