Moonlight Nocturne

"There are several. If you mean really, really big and terrifying? Call it warform."

 

Elena scowls. "It... It wasn't that scary. I won't be scared next time."

She's determined. If she tries hard enough... It'll help, right?

 

"...Elena? That wasn't war form."

 

... Flinching. "Oh. What was it?"

 

"A modified form of near-human."

 

Slumping a little. "Oh. ... So warform is... really, really big? And has more teeth?"

 

"Yeah. Really big. Really scary. Absolutely terrifying."

 

"... can I see?"

 

"...it's called warform for a reason, kiddo. You don't do it unless you're going to fight."

 

"... oh. Do you really have wars? Like World War Two?"

"... can I see the big muscley, um... 'near-human' form?"

 

"...no. We have fights. Especially against other, big, nasty things." She says quietly, then stands, slowly. "...stay cool, then." She closes her eyes, then sizes up to Dalu... then waves, making the excess hair fade away.

 

Elena squeaks in surprise when Natasha starts getting bigger, curling up in a ball in her chair. Then she settles in to watch in obvious fascination, reaching out to poke Natasha when it looks like she's finished. "... awesome."

 

There's still a thrumming background feeling of fear dragging its' claws down your spine...

Then she tosses her hair and crosses her arms, looking at Elena with bright golden eyes and catching her fingers in a hand with long fingers tipped with sharp claws.

 

Elena startles, jerking back reflexively before she can force herself to let Natasha take her hand. She swallows hard and looks up to meet Natasha's eyes. "... sorry?"

She's... she's not scared! Everyone's taller and stronger than her, so if she just accepts the claws and the teeth and the eyes... She's fine. Natasha won't hurt her.

She definitely won't hurt her.

 

Natasha smiles. "...it's okay. Gabriel feels it, too."

 

Elena scowls, going to hug Natasha. "I'm not scared! I'm fine! You're not a monster like... like the vampire and the rat zombie, so there's no reason to be scared."

 

She smiles, hugging her tight, then shifts back, ruffling Elena's hair. "...no, I'm not. But we can still be dangerous, even if we don't want to be, Elena."

 

"... but you won't hurt me, right?" she asks quietly, looking up at Natasha. "Not on purpose."

 

"No. I won't. I promise."

 

"... then I won't be scared."

Or at least... she'll try really hard.