Faline

Biting my lip as I look at the door, I can hear nothing from the other side. Nothing will be said till I walk away, so growling again, I stomp off. Don't need the girl to show me the way, I know it myself. She keeps pace with me though, face peaceful and without a care.

"Are Leidolf and Thessily still in the kitchen?"

She nods so I relax a little.

"Kerry had the small cat move back behind your counters. The wolf wouldn't move though."

That makes me smile. The twelve new 'recruits' are considered mine and Lady has issues with them. That pleases me as well as makes me worry. Since they are mine, I can do with them what I wish, and it's clear some are very unhappy with that.

Leidolf almost reminds me of a male version of my sister with his stubbornness. I just hope it doesn't get him hurt. Shit. I'd forgotten to make the request that they go to my sister if something happens to me.

Not like I won't see the Mistress again, so I just have to remember for next time. 'Cause you know there will be.

"I take it she put clothes in that room?"

Avina nods, looking chipper even as I scowl. More than likely a bunch of crap I won't want to wear, knowing my luck. Could just slip into one of the skirts I brought with me though, as long as they weren't removed.

Feeling a little better, I ease up, moving a bit more leisurely. About to ask the submissive at my side if she knows anything about this 'locked room', but before I can, my head is yanked back. My scalp is really not happy as my hair is pulled, a hand going around my neck and holding firmly to keep me from crying out.

Avina stumbles back into the wall as a face comes up next to mine, so close in height to me that I can feel the female’s body press close. From the scents filling my nose, I can tell she's a Vampire, feline blood, but an unknown cat. The woman who wanted Leidolf.

"Should have shared, little Miss Priss. Just because you fuck the Mistress means nothing to me. Don't worry though, your pet will be in very good hands once you're gone, he looks quite delicious."

The soft voice is in my ear, the grip in my hair tight just as the hand at my throat is. My eyes are locked on Avina, flicking to the side just as I grab the hand choking me. The woman is strong, crushing my windpipe steadily.

My mind tries to panic, but I keep rein on it as my free hand slams down and back, claws ripping into the soft tissues between the woman’s legs. Doesn't matter that she isn't a man with balls, it still hurts like hell. The sharp cry in my ear is a testament to that.

The submissive girl hasn't moved, so when I can tear the hand at my throat away just enough, I yell at her to go. My voice doesn't sound like my own, the urge to cough strong, but there's no time. Claws dig deep as I go for as much damage as I can, getting only seconds before I'm pushed forward - hard.

I hit the wall but I keep my head from bouncing off of it. A lot of good that does though since she follows me, her grip in my hair used as a handle to smash my face into the wood, once, twice. I freeze then go limp as I become dazed.

My hair is let go as she turns me to face her, my nose and forehead throbbing in pain. The woman’s dark eyes swim into view in front of me, teeth bared as she lunges for my throat. I manage to knock her off course by putting my face in the way, her fangs sink deep into my cheek.

Crying out, my hands come up and try to push her away. Last-minute knowledge of that being a very bad idea has me instead digging claws into her exposed neck and chest. I start pulling on my sister’s Were strength as I tear into the woman.

Muffled as it is, her scream boggles my brain. My towel has been lost as she hits hard into my ribs and gut, one hand coming up to rake her sharp fingernails down my face. I keep digging, carving deep grooves into the flesh of her chest and throat.

When I hit on bone I go lower. Blood is flying everywhere as she moves to slam me into the wall, but since she still has her teeth in my face, it isn't very effective. It's because of that fact that I haven't shifted.

The longer it takes me to finish this, the more she will get the upper hand. I thrust my hand deep into her gut, putting all the strength I can behind the blow. She shrieks, ripping her mouth from my face.

My hands go into a frenzy once more, raking over her with such speed that I end up getting myself several times. I don't stop till there's a wide, gaping hole in the middle of the Vampire’s body. Shredded meat falls from her body as I scream my rage at her.

I've sunken deep within the Were part of my channeling, doing much the same as my sister had once when fighting Anthony. The woman is still fighting, raining her own hits down on my face and body, but when I lunge forward and sink teeth into her esophagus, her screeches turn to gurgles. She backpedals, trying to push me off of her.

The tube between my teeth crunches as I bite into it. I pull back, keeping hold, then release just to lunge again and tear into it a second time. All my frustration is taken out on the body in front of me.

Pushing it against the wall, claws dig into her shoulders as I gnaw at her. The blood flowing over my tongue feeds my frenzy as I rip and tear much like an animal would with its food. Snapping and crunching at the bones I keep digging for even when the body stops moving on its own.

I come back to myself slowly, panting as I fall back away from her...if that's what you can call it now. Barely any neck left, the front of the shape is a bloody ruin and unrecognizable. Strips of skin overhang where the abdomen should be, but it's empty...mostly.

As I back away, it slumps and falls forward. So out of it, I leap away from it just to collide into the wall behind me trying to get away from the red mass. I slide down the wall to my rump as I keep eyes on the body, legs giving out, gold eyes staring coldly.

Avina had taken off at some point, don't know how long ago. The fight felt like it took several minutes, but in reality was probably only a couple, if even that. The front of my body is covered in red paint and thicker things cling on to the nicks she managed to create.

One of my abilities is to have claws while in human form, clearly, it wasn't one of hers. My face is throbbing, pounding. My ribs, hip, and belly feel like they're on fire. It all, for the most part, gets ignored as I stare at what had been a living being. From chin to groin has been torn out and destroyed.

Not my first kill, but by far the messiest. The others had been relatively quick and clean. This...this looks more like an animal attack. Makes sense; channeling my sister’s animal. My cat is fierce but small and doesn't have the power behind it that a magic pumped Werewolf does.

I have to blink several times to clear the blood from my eyes, and even then, I'm not sure if what I see is what is really happening. The body is already a mess so it's hard to tell, but it's moving. Not just random blood flow, but actually falling in on itself. I press hard into the wall at my back, gripping my legs to me as I watch on, wide-eyed. The body is caving in on itself, collapsing, and turning to ash.

A panicked scream wells in my throat, but gets swallowed down painfully. Rapid blinks to keep my eyes clear stop once I finally raise my hand to wipe them, the action causing my face to burn. The multiple scratches and holes very unhappy.

Horror is still there, but my panic eases a little at a time, watching in fascination as the collapsing body goes from meaty mass to feathery ash dispersing almost immediately. The Vampire’s blood goes black before turning to ash as well. I'm transfixed.

That's how Lady finds me, staring at the last bits of ash as it disappears into nothingness. Arms are wrapped tightly around my drawn-up legs, making myself as small as possible as I try to fuse into the wall itself. The truth revealed as to what I have to look forward to if anyone succeeds in their getting rid of me.

It dawns on me then as the Mistress crouches down next to me, that she'd used my name when directing Avina to take me to 'my' office. Think that was the first time she'd ever used it. I look at her with wide unseeing eyes now, unable to speak even if I wanted to.

A dark green and ice blue eye look over my face, lingering on the fang marks in my cheek. I'd be covered in forming bruises if I had the blood to do so, as it is, everything just hurts.

"This is the first time you have seen how we die, isn't it?"

My answer must show in my eyes, as hers soften before turning away to talk to whoever had followed her. I'm deaf and dumb to everything around me as my gaze goes back to where a body had once been. No pile of ash, no blood, just the shredded clothes she'd been wearing.

As soon as I'm touched, I panic and turn into my cat, about to take off when I'm grabbed and held against a warm body. Lady's scent is still intermingled with my own, so I sort of relax. At least enough to keep from fighting as I'm carried off.

My head is still pounding with one hell of a headache, so I close my eyes. I'm carried into a dark room and laid down on something soft. I know it's her bed, so I move to get up and get off it. I'm denied that when I get held down.

When I start struggling, she lays next to me and starts whispering. Just what she's saying I have no clue as I'm not paying attention to the words. The pitch and sound start working on my brain though, calming enough so I stop trying to get away.

Soon as she moves I'm so out of here though. There's movement, but not of her leaving. A warm, nude body curls around mine, arm going over and around me to keep me down. Great.

Worn out and numb, I settle down and wait for my chance. Never comes though, as before long, my eyes refuse to stay open, the slight prickling along my skin lets me know the sun is rising. Giving in, my body relaxes as I drift off, held firmly to the Vampire Mistress's chest.