<div align="center">Jennifer  (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82231.msg3626734#msg3626734)<br/></div><br/>Someone was approaching behind her.<em>Please  God no more confrontation, not today. </em>But the prayer was futile.<br/><br/>The newsreader closed her eyes. She couldn't change into a were now, doing so was draining, if she did her were form would be even more pathetic than her form now. Jenny couldn't fight now.What Jenny had gone through had left her emotionally and physically exhausted. Stooping, the newsreader slowly turned to see ..<br/><br/><div align="center">Shawna with a carving knife.  </div><br/>The newsreader froze, color drained from her face and a lump formed in her throat.  Not Shawna ... no ! but the words never left her. But what else should Jenny have expected ? Of course Shawna blamed Jenny ! It<strong><em>was </em></strong>Jenny's fault after all, it was Jenny the wolfs scented, most likely jenny the were did also. Jenny brought them all right to them, without warning. What was she doing here ? Helping ? Not to Shawna surely, to Shawna more like returned to do the same...<br/><br/>It was<em>Jenny </em>who descended this nightmare on these three gorgeous girls who just wanted to get out of the big smoke and relax for a few days.  They heard the stories, and as much as Jenny wanted to believe otherwise, the stories were true they saw it with there own eyes. Of course Shawna would wanted Jenny dead ! what else should Jenny be expecting, a hug ?<br/><br/>But there Jenny had been, hoping they may be they would be happy to see her, see her as someone who was helping, a friend.  Although it was only a few hours, the newsreader felt she had bonded with the girls. How wrong Jenny felt now, now even her own emotions betrayed her, her own sense of friendship.<br/><br/>So this is how it ends, from the<em>very </em>one who what seemed moments before thought she was her<em>idol</em>.<br/><br/>Eyes swelled tears as she backed away, without hope her gaze skittering frightfully from Shawna's eyes, then to the knife gripped firmly in her hand and back again. How evil those knifes seemed when another was ready to use it against you, by another who you thought you were a friend, one betrayed.<br/><br/>Betrayal, that feeling seemed to dominate so much recently.<br/><br/>Something in Jenny's heart felt crushed. There were no more hopes, no more chances. Not now. A sob escaped her lips.<br/><br/>What<em>she </em>saw was a<em>werewolf</em>.<br/><br/>She was right to.<br/><br/>What a horrible way to die. Stabbed to death by someone who had looked up to her.<br/><br/>Jenny's trembling hands grasped what they could to stop the newsreader from falling as clumsy steps from wobbly legs backed the newsreader away from what she thought would be the last scene of her life.. The newsreader wanted to beg forgiveness .. but in her heart she knew it wouldn't work. The damage was done... her own jaws working in silence... finally after more tears fell the newsreader stooped further .. her already trembling legs bucked making her fall to her knees... Jennifer's eyes now only for<em>that </em><em>horrible </em>knife ....<br/><br/><strong><em>"Its all my fault. I dont deserved to be believed but I didn't mean to betray your trust Shawna... please make it quick .... "</em></strong>Jennifer's pupils like saucers, her voice pitiful, pathetic.<br/>