As Velma transformed back into her natural human form she felt the battle rage and blood lust leave her body.  In it's place however was that other lust, the carnal hunger.  But the transformation seemed to have a slightly calming effect on the terrified woman in front of her.  She looked around and reaching over to the table that had probably been set for dinner, she pulled on the table cloth, well worn, but clean.  It came away from the table, several dishes following it to the floor and held it out for Velma.  Her hand trembled as she held it out as if in a moment's notice the nude, blood splattered woman would again turn into a furry killing machine.<br/><br/>But she did stammer out, "I swear, Damark said he needed to scare you, wanted to threaten you.  Said you was pokin your nose where it didn't belong.  I even tolt him I wouldn't kill no one and he assured me that me an Johns were just going to be there 'just incase'.  I didn't know nothin about no lycanthropy..."<br/><br/>Then her eyes grew wide as she stared at the woman horrified anew, her voice, barely above a squeak said, "Yer not gonna bite me, make me into a monster like you, are ya?"