Angiemima
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Of My Own Blood
"It sure took long to track you down. I was starting to think I miss calculated and killed all the wolves," the man chuckled walking closer. The other pale ones walked beside him ready to defend at any moment.
The wolf that was now standing, but still semi crouched, growled viciously at the pale man. How dare he laugh at what he had done. He had no right what so ever to kill the last remaining werewolf pack. The only wolves that lived as it was meant to be and not as slaves, and pets to these pale, dead creatures.
He jumped toward them ready to rip their throats open, but he knew he would not be able to get rid of them that way. It did not matter, for as he attacked the others reacted pinning him to the ground. He had slashed open about half of the pale ones' throats.
"Now, now we do not wish to spill any of your blood," the collar on the man's right hand was coming loose. The wolf growled with more anger as he saw in was a silver collar. These things were not planning on killing him, but what they were thinking to do with him made him wish for death.
It was hell, it was like they had always described it to him. ' There dead, yet they do not know and they suffer endlessly wishing for death, but death will not come'. The damned had come to make him suffer, to make him kneel, and act on their whim. Hell itself had opened for him, for not being able to defend his pack. His family.
It took all of the pale ones to hold him down, yet some still got ripped apart. Once the commander of them had place the collar it was over. The wolf laid still and lifeless, not wanting to move, or unable to move. He was not sure.
The silver collar was as if getting hit by lightning. His body was changing rapidly from his full werewolf form to a mere wolf form. He was still large about five feet long and three feet tall at shoulders. This pleased the pale commander, for an unknown reason. The pale ones usually did not want anything to do with over sized wolves that held power.
He still had power and did not waste time in attacking. The commander was the one who attacked this time, but it was different from the rest. He had but lifted his hand and the wolf had crashed onto the floor, lightning passing through his body. The man chuckled as he placed his hand on the wolf's neck.
"No need to waste energy, wolf, this will rend you powerless leaving you to be nothing but a mere wolf," he chuckle and once more used the lightning attack on him. The wolf was losing
The wolf that was now standing, but still semi crouched, growled viciously at the pale man. How dare he laugh at what he had done. He had no right what so ever to kill the last remaining werewolf pack. The only wolves that lived as it was meant to be and not as slaves, and pets to these pale, dead creatures.
He jumped toward them ready to rip their throats open, but he knew he would not be able to get rid of them that way. It did not matter, for as he attacked the others reacted pinning him to the ground. He had slashed open about half of the pale ones' throats.
"Now, now we do not wish to spill any of your blood," the collar on the man's right hand was coming loose. The wolf growled with more anger as he saw in was a silver collar. These things were not planning on killing him, but what they were thinking to do with him made him wish for death.
It was hell, it was like they had always described it to him. ' There dead, yet they do not know and they suffer endlessly wishing for death, but death will not come'. The damned had come to make him suffer, to make him kneel, and act on their whim. Hell itself had opened for him, for not being able to defend his pack. His family.
It took all of the pale ones to hold him down, yet some still got ripped apart. Once the commander of them had place the collar it was over. The wolf laid still and lifeless, not wanting to move, or unable to move. He was not sure.
The silver collar was as if getting hit by lightning. His body was changing rapidly from his full werewolf form to a mere wolf form. He was still large about five feet long and three feet tall at shoulders. This pleased the pale commander, for an unknown reason. The pale ones usually did not want anything to do with over sized wolves that held power.
He still had power and did not waste time in attacking. The commander was the one who attacked this time, but it was different from the rest. He had but lifted his hand and the wolf had crashed onto the floor, lightning passing through his body. The man chuckled as he placed his hand on the wolf's neck.
"No need to waste energy, wolf, this will rend you powerless leaving you to be nothing but a mere wolf," he chuckle and once more used the lightning attack on him. The wolf was losing
all feeling in his body, but was still able to use his mind.
"Majesty, do wish to take this creature," this pale one was smaller than the one addressed as Majesty. He was short with brownish hair and his brown eyes were filled with concern. The wolf guessed he was having second thought on having him as a pet.
"I could care less if he died, but I have a girl to please. Now, no time to waste," it was unbelievable how this pale commander could lift him without any effort. Not only that, but for him to hunt down a specific wolf just for a dead girl. He had never heard of such a thing. It would have been easier for them to get a wolf that was bred my them.
Vampires; the cold, dead, yet undead, heartless blood suckers. Successfully eliminated the last raining werewolf pack on October thirtieth. Eliminated the eight most skillful and powerful werewolves there had been.
There was far more to the vampire definition in the werewolves' eyes. For now, this was all that came to the wolf's mind when he was thrown to the ground. Every time he tried to stand he would receive a blow to the head, or a kick in the ribs making him fall once more.
He was chained to a cage, a small cage for him, he could barely lay down. He was slowly getting his strength back, but was still slightly confused. The vampires had left him there for hours not bothering to check if he was still there. They believed he was to weak to get out. It was better for him that they did, it gave him more time to plan an escape.
He rapidly gain logic as to why he was left there. He was to be given to the female on the last day of October. That fearful night which all humans despised, for it was there down fall. It was also when vampires had the most strength, when human lives ended and vampire lives began. That was the day he would be handed over to that dead female who was the cause of his capture and the cause of his family's death.
"Majesty, do wish to take this creature," this pale one was smaller than the one addressed as Majesty. He was short with brownish hair and his brown eyes were filled with concern. The wolf guessed he was having second thought on having him as a pet.
"I could care less if he died, but I have a girl to please. Now, no time to waste," it was unbelievable how this pale commander could lift him without any effort. Not only that, but for him to hunt down a specific wolf just for a dead girl. He had never heard of such a thing. It would have been easier for them to get a wolf that was bred my them.
Vampires; the cold, dead, yet undead, heartless blood suckers. Successfully eliminated the last raining werewolf pack on October thirtieth. Eliminated the eight most skillful and powerful werewolves there had been.
There was far more to the vampire definition in the werewolves' eyes. For now, this was all that came to the wolf's mind when he was thrown to the ground. Every time he tried to stand he would receive a blow to the head, or a kick in the ribs making him fall once more.
He was chained to a cage, a small cage for him, he could barely lay down. He was slowly getting his strength back, but was still slightly confused. The vampires had left him there for hours not bothering to check if he was still there. They believed he was to weak to get out. It was better for him that they did, it gave him more time to plan an escape.
He rapidly gain logic as to why he was left there. He was to be given to the female on the last day of October. That fearful night which all humans despised, for it was there down fall. It was also when vampires had the most strength, when human lives ended and vampire lives began. That was the day he would be handed over to that dead female who was the cause of his capture and the cause of his family's death.
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Prologue: Chained
The night was restless, cold, and clouded with heavy dark clouds that poured freezing rain. They had been searching for hours on end not stopping for anything. They had come just as the clouds had covered the blue sky, and had slaughtered as many as they could.
He had fought his hardest, but that had not been enough. There were too many of their kind, and not enough of his kind. There were only three males and five females of course they did not stand a chance. The females where almost half dead, and the males were weary for the many battles they had been in.
He had been tired, but he had given it his all and had taken so many hits for his pack. There was no where to go now that he was alone. He would not stand a chance against them, not by himself. For now, he was to lie under the bushes.
It was degrading hiding in the bushes, under the rain, under the darkness of the night. They were sure to find him, but he was not about to die. He crouched there ready to pounce on anyone who dared lay a cold, stone hand on him.
The rain made it difficult for his nose to pick up the scent, the disgusting scent of rotting flesh that of the dead. All he had was his sight, hearing, and his instincts, which was hard to work with considering what he was about to fight.
He saw what he was waiting for in the shadows. They had surrounded him completely, leaving him no way out, no way to escape. His jaw parted giving them a lop-sided grin as if saying 'I had never considered running away from you'. One of them grinned back stepping closer to where he was crouching.
The man was tall and pale like the moon above them. His black hair stopped at the top of his shoulders, his blood red eyes traced the figure in front of him. He was the one that gave the commands, he was the reason for the slaughter. It was so easy to see it now. The way he walked, the way he ordered them around, the way he was always surrounded by the others.
Anger took over his crouching body just staring at the dead man before him. The man who had killed the last of his family with out any remorse. He heard the growl that had escaped his lips not able to hold it in. The man just laughed at his sight as he pulled out a collar out of his cloak.