Kierra

Nodding his head, the man turns and leads us in. Mid-back length black hair is tied back and tipped in a light golden brown. Nifty.

"Be mindful, this place is full of both Vampire and animal. No one is supposed to interfere in squabbles of Makers and their progeny. No one should stop you, which means no one will help you either. I am not sure if the Mistress will try anything or not, so be wary."

"Didn't exactly come to make friends, and I plan on killing him. Nicolaus. Sorry if he's a friend, but I cannot let him go."

His head turns and inclines, a smile tugging his lips as he pushes open one of the double-doors.

"He is no friend of mine, not a friend to any here that I am aware of, aside from Anthony."

"He gets to die too."

He chuckles as we go into an open area that leads off into different directions. Great. Damn place is a maze.

"Awfully bloodthirsty aren't you?"

"Not especially, but the dog is the one who tried to kill me, I'm just going to return the favor."

Xavier and Asher are still behind me, one on each side. Can feel them both tense as they catch scents left and right. Asher especially is very uncomfortable here.

"That's right, you're the one who disfigured him. Half his face is covered in scars and he's missing an eye. Fun to watch him walk around at times."

"Yeah? Sweet. Was hoping that cement chunk did something. Was hoping for death, but knew I wouldn't be that lucky. Which way are we going?"

So anxious to get here, I didn't grab any of my blades. I do hand my phone to Orion though, he looks at it with a raised brow.

"I have people at home who will need to know when she's coming back so they can get things ready and such."

"She? You not going with her?"

Shrugging, I try to block out scents that are giving me a headache with all the images flying about in my brain.

"Precaution if I don't. I will make sure Faline is out of here, though."

My conviction is absolute. Both wolves at my back touch me in some fashion or another. Asher my hand with his nose and Xavier my arm with his fingertips. The lion sees it, looking crestfallen for a moment before nodding and leading to the double-doors straight ahead.

He opens it and steps aside, so I go through first. The foyer we go into is carpet covered with a wide staircase at the back of the room leading up then branching off to either side. Large metal statues on each side of the banisters decorate it.

We again go through an awning like area, the thick pillars throughout the room look like opened doorways. Several people are milling about, some even looking at us when a man catches my eye as he moves aside. As he does, a spotted cat comes running at me.

I tense, eyes flaring yellow as it looks at me with gold. Just as it's about to land in my arms, it turns into my sister.

Faline. Finally in my arms again.

She clutches just as hard as I do. Eyes had closed, but open almost immediately as I catch sight of the large cat coming at her back. Slit orange eyes look at me in white-hot rage. I recognize those eyes.

Spinning to the side, I push my little sister at Xavier and turn just in time as the cat takes me down.

"Get her out of here!"

I practically roar it as teeth elongate within my mouth, claws exploding from my fingertips as added muscle builds throughout my body. The mountain lion atop me roars into my face, long canines going for my throat. Can hear Faline screaming at us to stop.

I'd give my sister anything right now, except this.

My right hand goes to his neck, holding him away from me. His paws on either side of my face have talons for claws ripping into the carpet. Damn cougar is heavy as hell as I get my legs around him, left hand digging into his side to grab hold. Flinging my weight to the side, I use his skin to aid in movement. Got him knocked to his side, but not onto his back, so my legs pull me in close to the cat's body.

The claws of my other hand dig harshly into his neck as I try to pull my legs up, able to move them only because he starts using his at my belly. My left hand is unusable at the moment under all his weight, but I still have a hold of skin, which my claws tear into without mercy. His back claws catch purchase in my belly, the tear of my shirt sounding loud and hiding the sound of ripping flesh.

My frustration is growled out, my legs now able to get drawn up enough so I can kick out at him. The angle is all wrong for a decent connection, but enough to get away from his back feet. My fingers dig harder into his throat, reinforced bone making them stronger as I go for purchase of his esophagus.

Just as I grasp it, he shifts into human form. My grip moves from his body changing, he uses it to push back and get to his feet. I do the same, but stay low as we snarl our hatred to each other.

I could force him back into his cat form, but those teeth and claws are more deadly than the ones he has now. Stark naked with blood running from his side and neck, he steps towards me. I take that and leap towards him, only being a few feet apart to begin with.

Putting my hands out at the last second to rip down his body as his arms go around my middle, I can hear my sister still screaming at us over all the growling, snarling, and skin tearing. He lets go of my waist as soon as I start digging into his gut, shoving me away.

I only get moved a foot, but that's enough for the truck to crash into my side and take me down with it. Well, not down per se as much as ramming me into one of the pillars. It knocks the breath from my lungs for a moment before I can tell that what just flew into me is a brown Werewolf with long teeth protruding from its mouth.

The same teeth I see in my nightmares. Anthony once again has his claws in me. Already halfway there, I push on to the transformation of the same tall shape he's now wearing. I'd gotten turned during his rush, so my back is flush with the cracked piece of marble.

Taking full advantage, my hands start flying over his abdomen in slashing swipes. Setting his teeth into my shoulder has me screaming into his face, his ears are already back, but my screaming right next to them has to hurt.

He holds out though, wolf hands pushing my body harder into the column, can feel and hear ribs crack and break from the force. My spine isn't very happy that its needed space to lengthen is delayed. My face is at a halfway state between human and wolf, forming muzzle long enough to reach his ear. I grab it between teeth that have grown too large for my mouth yet, jerking my head to the side.

Anthony screams, but so do I as the motion jerks at my shoulder that his teeth just came out of. Clothing tears as I grow, silver fur explodes over my skin as my body completes its change. Can hear gasps and shouts as I shove him back with a harsh yell.

Set off balance by moving away from my teeth in his ear has allowed me to get him shoved forward about four feet. Lips are pulled back as I snarl, his blood covering my teeth, as well as tufts of fur from the skin shredding. Moving forward just a little to give my ribs and tail 'breathing room', I'm watched with a hate-filled eye.

Anthony's single orb glares at me through a brown scared face, can't help but smile at him, unable to help myself from jabbing at him.

"How's the coordination these days, Anthony?"

I hear his roar and sounds of fighting elsewhere just as he leaps for me. Dropping instantly and rolling away till I can get my legs under me again, I rise just as he dives at me again, so I go forward to meet him, raising a clawed hand to swipe across his face as we collide. Getting my hit in also means leaving myself exposed. My abdomen and ribs scream in pain. Howling out again before setting my teeth into his muzzle and shaking hard, I treat him as if he were a rabbit that I'm breaking the neck of.

This is one hell of a rabbit, maybe your garden variety demon bunny? Eh, who knows. My fangs sink deep through the thin skin and tissues to the thick bone. It gives a satisfying crack for me.

I can feel myself slipping into the bloodthirsty creature that has me laughing during my fights, and all I can do is grin. My smile full of bloodied Werewolf muzzle, the front of my body burns from the recent wounds, blood is a steady flow from my shoulder, and broken ribs get played with, yet I smile.

I bite down harder and harder till the wolf beneath me screams in agony, a couple teeth puncture through the bone into the hollow cavity inside. His claws tear into me, and some sense or another warns me that I need to pull away now. Listening, but giving one last shake before I do, I let go and shove him back at the same time. The deep chuckling laughter escaping me now that my mouth is empty, has him raging like a rabid dog.

My whole body is hot as my long ears swivel forward, longer yet tail swishing from side to side behind me. A tongue slips out to lick at my bloodied muzzle as I eye him in bloodlust. Yellow gaze intent and goading him into a deeper blind rage as I mock him.

"Only have yourself to blame, dear Anthony. I would not be here if it weren't for your tender mercies. Dance with me?"

Adrenaline sings through my blood, a euphoria filling me as I do indeed start dancing. His rush at me has me spinning around, avoiding obstacles left and right. Light on my bent canine legs and feet that are corded with hard muscle, threaded with supernatural power.

Long black claws strike out every time he gives me an opening, laughing softly as he huffs and puffs. We do this for several seconds till he's covered in blood and cuts, both shallow and deep. I notice my body starting to slow as well, so I position for a backhand.

Connecting perfectly, it sends him into the pillar that's nearby. His head kisses it hard as his skull puts a deep crack in it. Lunging forward before he can recover, my teeth sink deep into his neck to crush through muscle and bone.

Jerking backwards quickly as I rip out his throat, hot blood sprays out, then I dive back in, setting my teeth further inside and ripping out again. Bits and pieces of flesh and bone get pulled out before I backup and allow him to go down.

He falls heavily, light in his remaining eye gone before he hits the floor. Breathing heavily, I brace my feet and look around. People back up, but I only have eyes for the orange-eyed Vampire on the stairs.

Grief and pain cover his face as he looks at the fallen Werewolf at my feet. They flick to me, but I can't read his expression when it changes. His body is covered in blood and wounds, but he looks to Faline once before he turns and takes off.

My body is not up for another encounter. Silver fur is matted red with pieces of black. Breathing heavily, I walk back to my sister. Her gold eyes are full of tears.

"I told you to get her out of here."

My voice is low but carries. Orion has a hold of her, lifted off the floor and wrapped in the blanket that had been brought in.

"I told him if he did I'd geld him."

I smile wide. There's my sister. Blood is coming from me too fast to not be serious. Looking around, I dare anyone to stop her from leaving.

No one moves.