I sat on my small mattress that lay on the cold stone ground…my legs were held up to my chest, and I rested my chin on my knees. My covers were cold and wet… and I was soaked…sitting in the dark dripping more and more water onto my ‘bed’.
Today was one of my better days…although I had screwed up pretty badly I got hit very little compared to times before. I tried to rest my left cheek on my knee to look out the small window to my right, but a burning pain flashed up the side of my face, ending at my temples. I winced in pain and pulled my face up quickly. Lifting my hand and tenderly pressing down on the open sore cut, I realized it would bruise and be a pretty nasty wound hard to hide…oh well, not much I could do about it now.
I really thought I would have been hit a lot more then this…
Today I had come home from school late, for I had misses the bus and I had to walk the 3 miles… it was 6pm when I arrived and to my surprise my brother was home and had been waiting. Now, Daniel and waiting was a bad combination in its self, but try adding in that he had come home from a long day of work, his boss had made him mad, AND he was hungry…
I tried to cook something, but he had called me to the living room to clean it, and while I was away I accidentally burned the food. He was furious but only told me to go make something else. I then had to write him a note to inform him that I had not gone grocery shopping so we had nothing else (I left out the part that I had been leaving him notes asking for money for food for days now…). He snapped…
I didn’t run or fight back; I lay in a ball on the ground as he beat me. Once satisfied he dragged me to the basement, threw me onto my bed and hosed me off…
Now I sat…I decided it was a good day to watch the sky, we lived near the woods and there was very little light pollution by us, I bet I could see all the stars perfectly tonight. Squeezing out the small window to the right of me, I stood and walked around the house making sure to duck under windows as I past them. I climbed up the side of the house, using the discreetly placed boxes I had put there to get onto the roof. I sat and thought back to mother, father, and the old Daniel…
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I ran quickly after the bitch. Sprinting on all four legs, ears up the catch the noises she made, to follow her more efficiently in the dark. The pads of my paws thumped rythmatically and lowly on the soft earth…
I had cornered her and she turned quickly to face me, fear and remorse shone in her eyes…she whimpered.
I strode towards her. “You betray us Arid…” I all but roared.
“I meant no ha--“ she began…
”Silence! You shall be punished as the traitor you are! The council has decided.”
She whimpered and backed up further.
“How would you like to die? Honorably or like a Bitch?” I asked.
Her eyes shone brightly as she realized it was over…
“Like the warrior I was…”
“‘Was’” I scoffed.
None the less I changed back into my human form and pulled the long katana from my side. She lowered her head for me and I let the blade fall upon her neck, smoothly it gave way and her head toppled to the ground. I set fire to her corpse and set out. I walked slowly as a human through the woods…I came to the edge and I came out into an open area overpopulated with thigh high weeds. There was a lone house near by and a strange small lump was on the roof. I shook it off and kept walking.
“Marcel…how nice it is to see you babe.” I heard the seducing voice whisper into my ear from behind me. The hair on the back of my neck rose, as a chill zigzagged down my spine.
I turned quickly. “Wendy!” I hissed through gritted teeth.
She came at me then, with red eyes, razor sharp fangs, and large claws.
She managed to cut me a few times decently deep across the chest before I could change into my wolf form. I desperately tried to dodge her attacks, bite, and claw. I was moderately successful, but the unexpected attack had me a step behind. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted something falling from the roof of the small house to the left of us. It ran over, and I sensed a woman…I panicked thinking Wendy had called for help but then realized that the woman was human…
Wendy had not noticed her in the thick of or fight, but I saw the girl, about 5’3 with shoulder length platinum hair and shining silver eyes, sneak up behind her. The girl had a large piece of wood in her hand. She swung landing a hard blow the back of Wendy’s head. I saw Wendy’s face contort in unexpected pain and turn furious. She smacked the girls already cut, and bruised face hard enough to send her flying. She made no noise and tried to get up shakily. Wendy then walked over and kicked her hard in the ribs. I was too shocked to attack, why had the stupid human done that?!?!
Once I remembered what I was doing and snapped back into focus, I attacked the vampire. Even though she fought back and got me pretty good a few times, she couldn’t take much more, for thankfully I had a higher tolerance for pain and blood loss, so I could last a lot longer then she could.
She made her hasty escape, using the last of her strength to get away. She left me there in a bloody puddle of pain and shame. ‘How could I have let her get to me?!? I should have sensed her coming….’ I thought as I changed back.
I then remember the female who had helped me… I looked and saw her crawling slowly to me. Blood had seeped its way through her shirt and it now stained the tattered wet cotton. She reached me and tried to lift my arm, to inspect my wounds.
“Get away.” I spat
She kept trying, “leave me the FUCK alone!” venom spilled from my words. She put her hand to my cheek, I felt instantly better, my strength was replenished and I felt no more pain… still I slapped her hand away.
She tried again to lift my arm; I sat up and pushed her to the ground roughly.
She rose and lowered her head as I looked at her. She inched towards me…I stood in front of her and slapped her; she fell and didn’t make a sound. She lay on her side, so I stuck a foot under her and rolled her onto her back. I placed a foot to her chest and pressed down. She closed her eyes and winced but didn’t try to stop me. I experimented a bit then… I sat on her stomach and looked at her maliciously. I pulled my hand back to slap her but she just stared up at me. Lowering my hand a weak smile spread across her face.
“Camilla! Where the hell are you?!?...stupid whore!” I saw a man come out of the house, he saw me…then as he approached he saw the girl under me.
He put his foot to my shoulder then pushed, making me roll off her. He then dragged her to his feet; “dumb bitch!” he cursed as he removed his belt and began to beat her. She balled up again and flinched at each lash, but never cried out in pain. He hit her mercilessly and hard enough to make a normal human cry, grovel, and beg for mercy.
“Stop.” I demanded. He looked up at me surprised.
“Why are you still here? Leave!” he shouted.
“Ill take the girl.” I told him pointing to the balled up figure at his feet.
“She is my sister! Now leave!”
I punched him hard; he fell to the right on his stomach. I placed my booted foot to his cheek pressing his face into the dirt. “I wasn’t asking. I said I’m taking her, try and stop me and you’ll be killed.” I breathed out coldly.
I then picked up the girl, and left, making my way back into the woods.
‘Why was I taking her? Why did I feel like I needed her?!...I didn’t…right…? Why then…? Why? Why? Why?!?’
“What’s your name?” I asked as I walked. She just looked up at me silently. I racked my mind, I had heard it…what was it… ‘Camilla’…
“Is it Camilla?” I asked. I looked down, and she nodded once. “Well I’m Marcel…and it seems you’ll be living with me for awhile…”
She nodded again.
“You saw me change…? Yes?” I asked.
She nodded again. “I’m what your kind calls, a ‘werewolf’.” I confessed…
This is Marcel, as a human and in wolf form. except her has black hair, and greeen eyes as a human, and is bigger as a wolf.
This is Camilla...and well...this is her.
