Faline

"The Mistress has declared that she does not want your wolf tonight, as she has some new flesh to play with."

Nicolaus scowls while he opens the door, the voice coming from one of the darker male submissives who's in the normal pose of being on their knees, hands palm up on their thighs and head down. Anthony stands next to him in his wolf form, tongue lolling as he looks up at the Vampire.

He motions his dog to enter, shutting the door in the submissives face. Common practice that, from what I've seen. Anthony trots in like he owns the world. I recall earlier of talk about the full moon making him 'un-useful'. As soon as the door is shut the towel is thrown onto the couch in the corner.

I back up slowly, steadily lowering my body as I move closer to the front of the long couch I'm hiding by. Creeping more towards the middle where, still lowered, I climb up onto it and curl up. Making myself as small as I can, I try hard to fall into a deep, oblivious sleep.

Nicolaus may not be into copulating with one in animal form, but that doesn't stop his dog from trying to initiate it, being super amorous to the point it just sickens me to see or hear. Any chance of information I would have gotten from Nicolaus drops dramatically with the return of his brown mutt. Anthony's wolf is a mixture of reds and browns and his one remaining eye is a dark brown, almost black, making him look like he had been made from a muddy red clay.

I hear them moving around behind me so I curl my tail closer to lay over the front of my face. I don't recall how big normal, natural wolves are, just know they tended to be pretty big. Anthony, I think, is larger, but by how much I have no clue. The left side of his face doesn't look quite right from the hidden scars Kierra had left as a parting gift.

Werewolves heal just about everything, and fast, but they still carry the scars. How big or thick they are depends on how bad the injury is. From what I've been able to see of his facial scars beneath the fur, they're pretty thick. It's just too bad his groin had healed. I haven't really looked to make sure, but I'd bet his shaft and sac carry some heavy scarring as well.

The damage caused makes me smile in my head at the knowledge that it was my sister who had done it. The smile almost immediately gets replaced with depression. I miss her so much. There's so much to share with her about this 'new' world her and I have fallen into.

The guilt of it being my fault still holds in my heart with a heavy shame of what I've made us go through. All because I started talking to someone who turned out to be a real live Vampire. Who as it turns out, had been watching me before he was able to initiate contact online. He told me a day or so ago that he had seen me out with my sister at one point in town.

One of Kierra's random late-night trips, just to walk around and gawk at people who she would create whole stupid and silly backgrounds for. With her being half-deaf, she would never realize just how quiet she was not being. That's a big reason I don't dare go to the mall with her anymore.

Walking around the shopping center at two in the morning was always fun. One time our mother had come along, Kierra had both of us laughing so hard from something I had said, but she twisted it while waggling her brows at us. We had been going past the alcohol when I asked our mom if she could get me a B.J. It only clicked after my sister sneered that it had sounded like I just asked my mother for a blow job.

My heart warms at the memory but causes the back of my eyes to burn. God, how I miss mom and her, and to remember that I had been so irritated with her not letting me meet up with Nicolaus that day. A tear escapes through my closed lids, creeping slowly down the side of my nose.

The sound of an indrawn breath close to my face causes my lids to fly open. Nicolaus is hunkered down in front of me. Catching my escapee tear and taking it to his mouth while I watch him. His eyes half close as if he's savoring the taste while the wolf stands at his side looking at me with contempt.

I can actually feel my bright gold eyes darken and harden as I glare my hatred at him, can feel my fury at this dog who tried to kill my sister as it rises within me. I think the Vamp can sense it, his body going still and tense. He knows that I'm about to cause some trouble. My rage at both of them heats my blood to a boiling point.

It only takes a second.

One moment I'm curled up on the couch all peaceful-like, and the next I'm an enraged ball of fur flying at the very large canine. Nicolaus curses harshly, I ignore it and him as my claws go into a furred face, shredding the muzzle. Tucking myself close to his chest so he can't easily reach me, I sink very sharp feline fangs into his neck.

My initial rush having thrown him back a couple of feet, he starts flailing like a wild bull. His snarls and growls aren't heard by the rage-filled cat that is me. His teeth snap close to my head, body trying to shake me off. I can feel my front claws scratch along bone before moving them to dig into his shoulders for a hard grip. My back claws kick into his belly, catching on skin through the thin fur covering.

On a side note, I never understood why a fur-covered creature would have super fine or thin hair over the parts of the body that would be considered the most vital. Perplexing. I bring my head back to the task at hand, my roaming mind trying to protect me from my hot rage and the snapping of wolf jaws right above and next to my head.

I kick furiously, ears back, my own snarls muffled by his thick ruff. He constantly rears up and back in an attempt to throw me off, but it just helps me get better purchase into his skin. I can smell the blood that comes from over a dozen wounds. Anthony roars in my ears, it hurts, but I hold on.

My teeth dig deeper till I reach his esophagus, attempting to puncture deep. He gets a lucky break as his knocking into something knocks loose my right foreleg from my grip. Within seconds he has a hold of it, his teeth damn near snapping it.

I let out a yowl of pain, all the work I had been achieving at the underside of his neck being lost as I have to move to keep my leg from breaking. If it weren't for Nicolaus, he probably would have snapped both it and my neck. A large, loud expletive coming from the angry man causes the wolf to abruptly drop me. Well, more like throw me into the books that line the one wall, same difference.

I slam into it hard, my skull connecting against one of the shelves has my head spinning as I fall onto the floor in a heap. Landing on my right leg causes another yowl to escape me. Trying to shake it off, I rise to my feet, intending to charge again. First have to work at taking deep breaths to make my head settle its crazy whirling as well as ride over the pain in my limb.

Possessing a very low tolerance for pain, you'd think it would be a lot higher by now with all the shit I get myself into. Just before I can collapse, Nicolaus grabs the scruff of my neck and hauls me up. He better be very glad Vamps can't vomit, otherwise I would have, all over him. With my body going limp from where he's grabbed me, I close my eyes, awaiting the punishment to come.

I'm once more thrown, this time into one of the wide armchairs. Even trying to keep my leg tucked, I land heavily. My breath escapes me in a rush, the spinning in my head not letting up.

My eyes had opened as I was thrown, but I close them again. The multiple spinning wolves and naked men seriously messing with my equilibrium. I curl up as much as I can, my injured foreleg not wanting to listen to me.

With as sick as I feel, it's more than likely broken. With closed eyes, I attempt to lick at it. My extremely rough tongue feels like bladed sandpaper, but I keep licking, my mind whirling. Staying conscious is the real fight now.

I vaguely hear the shower running, thick claws tapping against the tile. Hell of a time to bathe, but what do I know. Not much at this moment, my brain not able to focus or dwell on any one thing at a time. Not knowing what I'm doing as I crawl off the chair and try to go under it.

That's a no-go, so I move to the front of the long couch once again. This time going under instead of atop. The gap is small, but with some pushing from my back legs, I'm able to get under. Laying on my left side and panting heavily, mouth is open and tongue out as I bring in as much air as possible to keep from losing to sleep.

If I'm lucky, that damn dog won't be able to talk much for a while. Might not have been able to get a hold of what I wanted, but much damage was still done. The remembered feeling of my claws scraping over part of his skull vibrates up my spine.

I pull and push my way further along the underside of the couch, again not knowing what I'm doing or why. My body maneuvers to laying the length of the furniture while I keep limbs under the framing. My tail tip being the only movement as the sounds of cascading water stop. Nicolaus' humming grates on my frayed nerves.

Becoming irritable is something I've learned to do well. With all the blood that had been thrown, his and mine, I can just imagine what this part of the room looks like. Even my own hiding fails at being any kind of stealthy with all the blood I'd left by dragging myself under and along a super moisture-absorbing material.

I'm still pulling large amounts of air into my lungs when I hear the door open and shortly after close. Not even caring, I stay where I am and try to ride over the pain of my leg and unhappy brain. My left ear is burning, probably got torn at some point. I was tired before all this, and right now, I'm even more so.

Injured as I am, I don't want to sleep just in case he comes back and tries to finish me off. Kitty tartar will not be on the menu. My heartbeat tries to slow to its sluggish pace, almost succeeding till the couch above me flips. Eyes fly open as I jump to my feet, which I then lose out from under me and again fall to my side.

My gold gaze finds and settles on my captor and tormentor, my heart wrenching at the realization that I will never be free. He watches me, his lips pressed together hard as he surveys the damage. My licking had probably made it worse. Not really caring what punishment he has in store for me, I close my eyes and reach for oblivion.

I wake once, feeling like my body is being beaten. It's only water, but it's coming down hard. Nicolaus's hands rub at my side and injured leg, his eyes blazing in anger. So be it.

Everything fades to black again.

My eyes open for a second time when I'm being laid on something cool. Nicolaus's body vibrates under me as he starts humming.

I hate his humming.

Once more I reach for that dark, cool place that bears no pain, this time really holding onto it.