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McKenzie's eyes widened and she blushed lightly as it donned on her what Faith's dream may potentially be about. She bit her lip lightly, looking away. She wasn't sure if she wanted to know who the American was interacting with in this dream. She stood up straight and turned away slightly, wanting to give Faith privacy even in her dreams. She paused though as a thought hit her. What if it's me...? No... not likely. She shook her head of the idea. Glancing back at the girl in uncertain curiousity.

McKenzie's eyes widened in panic as the girl began to change in her sleep. If the Faith was what she thought she was, then she would have something onhand to control it. She quickly made her way to Faith's trunk, flinging it open and sniffing through the vials. She finally saw the little wooden box, grabbing it carefully and opening it. She picked out one of the vials, uncorked it, and sniffed. She coughed and sneezed, instantly recognizing the smell of wolvesbane. She paled as her stomach turned, hearing the very audible growl from Faith. She stood, careful not to spill the potion, and made her way to the girl. She shook Faith hard, trying to wake her before giving up and pouring part of the liquid into the American's mouth.

McKenzie choked as the grip around her throat tightened. She looked at Faith, proof before her that her suspicions were correct. She tried speaking, but found it difficult. So instead she lashed out at the girl, catching her square acrossing the jaw with her fist. It was enough to jolt the American as she tore her throat free of the claws. She felt the blood leak down her neck, her eyes shifting to gold as she tackled the girl, pinning her as best she could as she forced the rest of the potion down her throat.

McKenzie glanced over to see Michael with a gun as he called Faith's name. She had tried to scream 'no', but the words came out soft and scratchy. She saw Faith fall to the ground outcold. She crawled over, pulling the dart from the girl's neck and holding the American in her arms, the other girl slowly transforming back to her normal self. She looked up at Michael and glared. Her voice was scratchy and soft, but it held a distinct tone of irritation. "I don't think a tranquilizer was necessary."

McKenzie's face was unreadable, but her eyes held sorrow at Michael's words. It explained so much about Faith. She looked at the sleeping girl before looking at Michael. "I'm sorry I snapped. I didn't know..." She looked down at her blood stained shirt and tugged at one of the holes, trying to preoccupy her mind. She absently examined the deep scratches across her chest and stomach and abcently felt at the ones on her neck. She looked back up at Michael. "I... I think I'm going to get cleaned up. Thank you for stopping Faith." Her words were mostly mutters as she turned toward the bathroom.

McKenzie didn't have time to respond before he took off, returning shortly with his first aid kit. She eyed him warily before shaking her head. "No. I'll take care of the ones under my shirt on my own. I will however need help with the ones on my neck. Those you may tend to." She sat tiredly on the bed, tilting her head to the side as she glanced at the window. There was a small amount of light mixing with the night sky signaling the start of dawn.

McKenzie had remained stoic and motionless through the cleaning of her neck wounds. They stung, but it was minor compared to other pains she had expreienced. She looked at Michael, her eyes tired. She gave a half shrug as she gave in to the stomach. "Fine... you win." She lifted up her shirt to show the deep cuts in her stomach, waiting for him to take action.