Date: 10/19/10

Disclaimer: Considering that nothing has changed since last week you can rest assured that I still own absolutely nothing that appears in this. Besides if I did own anything I'd be using artifacts to write my papers and do all my homework by this point.

A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. The various reviews and ideas were more than a little helpful. Anyway I have a small question for you the readers. As 'Restless Goddess' can attest I've been trying to decide who should be responsible for Pete changing back Myka or Kelly? Both have the potential for being quite entertaining, and I could simply write two different versions, but I wanted to get reader input before I made my decision. So if you can let me know your opinion on the matter I'd more than appreciate it.

"This is not good." Taking a step backwards so that her back was against a shelf Myka looked around nervously trying to pinpoint where that beastly roar had come from.

"Any suggestions for how we should deal with him? Because by the sounds of it an artifact has gotten hold of him and made him way more dangerous then you were."

"I'm not comCLAUDIA LOOK OUT!" Rushing forward Myka grabbed hold of the younger girl and tackled her to the ground just as a large hairy fist exploded through the shelf where the teen's head had been only seconds before.

Extracting her gun from its holster, somehow in her madness induced state she had forgotten she had it, Myka fired off a few rounds at where the beast had been. She knew it was a futile effort, he was long gone by now, but it gave her some courage.

"Thanks Myka. Another second and I would have been laid out cold." Swallowing nervously Claudia examined the hole in the shelf and was slightly disturbed to realize she likely could fit her entire body through it, provided she scrunched up enough.

Looking down the aisle the older Secret Service agent easily spotted a large humanoid shape enter the aisle. "Don't thank me just yet; we're not out of the woods just yet." Rising to her feet Myka put herself between Claudia and the beastly Pete as she raised her gun taking aim.

In the Warehouse's light Pete made a rather intimidating sight. Seemingly straight out of 'Beauty and the Beast' (Author is working on maximum 4 hours of sleep so forgive him if he doesn't go into major detail) the only difference being the broken glasses that dangled from one of his ears, and the lack of any shirt or cape along with an unbroken pair of glasses that loosely dangled from his belt. Tucked inside the waistband of his pants a red rose, glowing with a strange light, continued to rotate within its confines.

"Pete is that you?" Looking over Myka's shoulder the tech genius was taken aback by Pete's monstrous visage. In response to her question a low growl issued forth from Pete and he took a determined stride forward.

"Claudia listen to me carefully. I have an escape plan."

Keeping one eye on the beast Myka quickly outlined her plan to the redhead. While relatively simple it would require somewhat precise timing on the teen's part if the Secret Service agent was to avoid serious injury. With an imperceptible nod between the two women Myka rushed at Pete, who did not know what to make of the small defenseless human running at him yelling.

With the distraction Myka was providing Claudia went quickly to a nearby warehouse shelf and grabbed an old quill pen from the dusty shelf. Gritting her teeth Claudia slashed open the palm of her right hand with the pen. A small cry of pain escaped her as the pen quickly absorbed the blood offering and activated.

For a moment a dark reddish/purplish haze encompassed the pen before turning completely black and expanding to absorb the frightened yet determined teen in its black aura. Even with her eyes squeezed shut from the sharp stabbing pain felt across her entire body Claudia could tell that it had somehow gotten darker in Warehouse 13. Indeed the dark artifact was trying to extinguish all light in the large building; it operated best in pitch blackness and had a distinct hatred from the Light. Internally the artifact debated if it should grant the redheaded teen its dark power, her strength of will alone perceived as a threat since she was one of only a handful who could resist its dark influence. Ultimately the decision was taken from its hands as the teenager painfully gasp out "Damn it. Just do it already before I break you over my knee."

This time a much louder scream escaped the teen as she felt her body try to reject the changes inflicted upon it by the pen. In the span of several painful breaths Claudia felt her racing heart being to slow down. Slower and slower her heart beat until finally settling upon a pace imperceptible to any doctor trying to take her pulse. At the same time her canine teeth painfully itched as they gained several inches and became razor sharp. 'Come on Claudia you can handle this. If you don't then neither you nor Myka might survive this.' Taking a deep breath, even though it was no longer necessary for her at this point, she gripped the old pen tighter as newfound energy filled her exhausted body. This energy came with a price however as Claudia felt a growing thirst take her in its icy grip. It began as a dry tickle at the back of her throat, one that could easily be ignored, but oh so quickly it grew and grew till she felt that she would die of thirst. A desire to alleviate this thirst began to fill her. 'A mouthful, less than a mouthful, even a tiny drop will do. Myka could spare me that much can't she? NO! Don't even start thinking that. Remember what Myka said. If I give in then I'll be lost and can never turn back. 'But,' a quiet voice spoke up 'would it be so bad?'

"Claudia!"

The loud cry jerked the former pure human from her thoughts as she saw Pete deliver a nasty swipe across Myka's stomach. His claws easily opened up her flesh and blood began to slowly trickle from the wounds.

Her eyes widening in fear Claudia rushes to her friend's aid. At the sight of Pete bending over the fallen woman Claudia felt herself infused with anger. Reaching the duo she drew her fist back and delivered a vicious left hook to the beast.

With a grunt of surprise Pete was sent sliding back several feet. Narrowing his eyes the beast glared at the girl before him. Her scent had changed it was no longer completely human. Deciding retreat was the best option at the moment the beast turned facing one of the many walls of the warehouse. Rearing his fist back he slammed it into the wall and punched a hole through it which he quickly widened. Roaring loudly once more he took off running into the night in the direction of a nearby town. He could not remember how he knew it was in this direction, but he was certain that civilization lay that way.

Back with Myka and Claudia

"Are you alright Myka?" Claudia asked while facing away from her friend. At the moment she did not fully trust herself. The smell of Myka's blood was already tempting her enough and she feared that the sight of it would be too much for her to handle.

"I'll be fine Claudia." Wincing as she sat up Myka pressed a hand to her wounds. She had gotten lucky; while somewhat deep the wounds had already stopped bleeding and would not require stitches. "I could ask you the same thing however. How are you holding up?"

"I'm…I'll be fine." Claudia began hesitantly. "Bram Stoker's pen is more powerful than either of us expected. Though don't worry, I'm the one in control of my actions and not it. Did you notice that rose on him?"

Myka nodded her head. "Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve's rose. If we're going to get Pete back to normal then we're going to need Dr. Doolittle's stethoscope or else we'll never be able to communicate with him. Listen Claudia think you can locate that artifact while I get this wound bandaged and secure us transportation?"

"No problem Myka." Turning Claudia gave her friend a smile. Try as she might though her eyes refused to remain on Myka's face and instead drifted down to the agent's neck. Unconsciously Claudia wet her lips as she fixated on the woman's pulse point. Smiling more openly Claudia took a step towards the injured woman even as her tongue ran over her fangs.

"Claudia stop staring at my neck. You're beginning to creep me out."

It was as if a bucket of cold water was dumped on her. Pulled from her thoughts Claudia blushed in embarrassment at how she'd been looking at her friend. "Sorry Myka I'll try not to let it happen again."

A/N: That's all for now dear readers. Sorry if this chapter was not up to par, but lack of sleep hurts my mental processes. Anyway I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. Please review and let me know what you thought of it, and feel free to offer ideas for warehouse artifacts or anything else. And remember reviews make authors happy, and happy authors are productive authors.