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Fate ; Chapter SIX

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Nuzzling her nose, Serenity woke, sleeping next to Saber. She smelt fresh blood and flesh in the air, and she licked her lips hungrily. She stood up, making sure not to disturb her master, and walked towards Joe. A flab of flesh lay by his side, and he had meat particles sticking between his teeth. She rolled her eyes, and nudged him. When he didn’t move, she nudged him a second time, but decided against trying to wake him up. He would just slow her down. Stepping over corpses and sleeping people with werewolf blood, and people sleeping as werewolves, Serenity walked out the door, with Saber’s eyes watching her the while.




After an hour of searching, Faith finally became impatient. She glanced to her side, seeing Fang with a cautious expression on his face, as he moved his eyes in all directions. She sighed, and cupping her hand to her mouth, started shouting her sister’s name; hoping she would catch her attention. Fang snapped his head around at her, and with wide, open eyes, clamped his hand over her mouth. He moved her head to face his, and placed his index finger over her lips, telling her that she must keep quiet.

"But…" she started, but he stopped her.

"Do you want to wake those things or do you want to find your sister?" he asked her. She seemed taken aback at his tone of voice.

"But we’re making no progress. I…"

"We must keep quiet Faith."

She sighed softly to herself, not realizing that her sister was coming around the corner, near the street they were on. Fang lifted his head, and turned his attention towards her, smelling her blood coming closer. He sensed it wasn’t clean, it was impure.

"Faith…" he called out her name, trying to get her looking where he was facing.

"Huh?" She turned her head towards him, and saw his attention locked, and then cocked her head, seeing a figure walking, wearing a white and red-splotched dress. Faith’s eyes lit up, and a smile crept along the sides of her lips. Her heart beat triumphantly, and she raced towards the figure, knowing without-a-doubt it was her sister. Tears filled her eyes, and spilt down her checks.

"Serenity! I knew it! Oh my g…!" she hugged her sister, who had a blank look on her face. Fang staggered behind, curiously and cautiously. He noticed something wasn’t right about Serenity, but kept to himself. Serenity licked her lips again, feeling the heap of organs, intestines, and guts throw on her body. This would be her next meal, her own sister.

"I was so worried about you! I’m so glad you’re…" she couldn’t finish her sentence. She felt Serenity’s eyes scanning her whole body.

"Serenity…are you ok? You look…different…" Faith said, taking a step back, and watching her sister. She didn’t say anything back, just continued scanning her body, and licking her lips a few times in between.

"Um, Faith. I don’t think…." Fang started, walking closer to Faith, to whisper something in her ear, but Faith moved away from him.

"Serenity? How come you’re not talking? I know you’re scared, but please, talk to me! You’re the only thing I have left!" Faith felt her eyes start to sting, and she wrapped her arms around Serenity’s neck crying, not knowing her sister wasn’t who she thought she was. All of a sudden, Faith felt a thick mass of hair and fur, and she smelt rain. She removed her head from her sister, and looked in the red eyes of a monster on its hind legs. That monster, Faith realized, was her sister. She took a step back in fear, and heard Fang’s voice shouting behind her, telling her to move, but her mind went still.

Then, she heard a whizzing sound by her right ear, and saw a thick rod, with a sharp metal piece at the end, plunging into the beast’s leg. She tried to scream, but it was so hard for her to open her mouth, or even let out a sound. Out the corner of her eye, she saw a figure in the air. Before she could turn her head, the figure picked her up and brought her in the air with him. Fang was already in the air and his face looked terrified. Faith turned her head around, and her eyes met with Zieon’s. His face was twisted and he looked enraged.

"Why did you bring her here?!" he shouted, turning his neck around swiftly, so he could face Fang, who still had that scared look upon his face.

"I-I..." he stammered, and began descending towards the ground, with his head down, and his wings flapping slowly.

"You could have gotten her killed! You know the rules!" he continued shouting at him, with Faith still held securely and tightly in his arms. She blinked her eyes multiple times then stopped, looking from Fang and back to Zieon. Then, she turned her attention back towards the demonic creature still on the streets. The rod that Zieon thrust into its leg was lying on the ground next to it, with black blood oozing out the wound. There was also black blood covering the entire end of the rod, where the metal piece was located. Serenity morphed back into her human state, and the blood was still black, pouring out the hole in her leg. Faith’s eyes began to water and she felt sorrow for her.

"Bring me down! My sister! Why did you do that?!" she yelled at him, twisting and jerking. She tried outstretching her arms, wanting to reach and grab Serenity, but she couldn’t.

"Faith! Please! That is no longer your sister. She doesn’t know who you are or who she is anymore." He said in her ear, trying to get her to calm down, but realizing he was doing just the opposite.

"Let me go! Zieon, please!" Faith begged him, still trying to free herself from his strong hold. Miraculously, she freed herself after several attempts, and fell to the ground, hurting her legs on the drop. Serenity watched Faith with flickering and hungry eyes, as she fell to the ground; not much of a long fall. She licked her lips and slid her tongue over her teeth.

"S-Serenity?" Faith asked slowly and cautiously, not sure of who the woman was that was laying on the street in front of her. The wound that Zieon had left behind appeared to be healing itself in a matter of seconds right before Faith’s eyes, and she had to catch her breath to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Faith heard the heavy flapping of Fang and Zieon above her, but didn’t mind to glance upwards. She kept her eyes locked on her sister. Or at least that was her sister. Faith wasn’t sure.

"Faith! What are you doing?" she heard Zieon shout from above her as she struggled to her feet. Standing upright, she managed her way halfway across the street; her eyes still on her sister’s. When the wound was fully healed, Serenity staggered on the ground, towards the metal rod that was thrown at her. She eyed the piece lying on the ground and like an animal, sniffed every inch of it, identifying what it was. Faith watched her where she was standing, and widened her eyes in a confused amazement and wonder.

"Faith, we must go now while her attention is being occupied," Zieon whispered in her ear, appearing behind her quietly. Faith slightly turned her head to the side so she could hear him better, and shook her head ‘no,’ still watching Serenity.

"We must," he said even more urgently, but still in the same whisper tone.

"Serenity…" Faith whispered, ignoring him, trying to draw her attention from the rod that still held some of her blood on the metal piece. Serenity cocked her head in their direction, and her eyes lit up. Although she was in her human state, a long, slimy, slender tongue came out her mouth and slid on her sharp, pointed teeth that were bared. Faith gasped, and felt a cool breeze of wind coming from behind her as Zieon unleashed his fleshy wings and started to gather her in his arms.

"Let’s go!" he shouted, and lifted her above his head just as Serenity morphed and turned back into a werewolf, her fur a pinkish color around her neck and in the center of her back; the rest of her fur, brown and black. She was on all fours, and started charging towards them with such speeds that the wind she caused could have knocked a person down and out for the count. Faith started screaming and almost fell out his arms if it wasn’t for Fang’s assistance to grab her by her arm and lift her onto his chest. Serenity took a leap into the air, growling and snarling with her teeth bore. One of her claws on her right paw snagged Zieon’s leg. Zieon winced as he felt it go through his pants and into his leg. Her weight was starting to bring him down, and making it even harder for him to gain altitude and fly away. He started beating his wings harder and faster, but she clung on to him as if her very life depended on it.

"Get her away from here!" Zieon ordered Fang, taking only a brief moment to look upwards at them. Intensity was in his eyes as he looked at Fang, and his gaze softened when he brought his eye contact towards Faith. It appeared to her that he even cracked a half smile from the corner of his lips. Fang shook his head, understanding, and began flapping his wings, lifting himself in the air even more, to keep them a safe distance away from the grounds and the buildings. Faith gasped, looking down at Zieon struggling to get the beast off him; that beast, her sister. She kept her attention on that same spot as Fang flew away with her in his arms back to the school.

When they got there, Fang brought her to her room, and told her to wait in there until Zieon got back, and that’s exactly what she did. The whole time, her mind was racing, trying to figure out some illogical and immoral things. How could this all be? In less than three days, everything that she had ever loved was gone, and she just happened to be the witness to all these things happening. Her sister wasn’t her sister anymore. She was part human, part beast. She had some weird thing going on in her body where she could heal herself in a matter of minutes, maybe even seconds. She had pink, brown, and black craggy fur, and a menacing tongue that seemed to spell ‘evil.’ But knowing that her sister was still alive, brought Faith false hope; hope that someone else in her family was still alive, maybe even her own dearly beloved Richard. But even that false hope brought even more sadness down her path; sadness that they were out there just like Serenity was. She had sadness that they could be werewolves, and could possibly attack her at the very sight of her. She also had sadness that once when she saw them and recognized who they were, they wouldn’t be able to return the favor, and know who she was.

An hour had passed before Zieon was back. Faith could tell he was back by all the commotion going on outside of her room. She heard murmurings, whispering, shouting, and lots of commanding going on. She slipped out of the bed and walked towards the door. She cracked it open and only saw people’s heads all turned in the same direction. She cracked the door open a little wider so she could look where they were looking, and her breath got caught in her throat at the sight. There he was, a bruised Zieon limping up the stairs with two other people by his side. A big gash was on his cheek, and there were several other cuts on his arms. His clothes were ripped in all places. The spot where Faith remembered seeing the animal jump on his pants was completely torn, baring his leg, which was bleeding incredibly.

"Services! People, we need our services!" someone tall shouted over the crowd, eyeing everyone viciously. He ran towards room A210, and opened the door, allowing Zieon to walk in and the other helpers. He closely followed them and closed the door behind himself. As soon as the door closed, everyone got louder, and the crowd of people talked as if they were arguing to each other. All of their eyes were crossed and Faith quietly started to close the door, not wanting to be seen or heard so everyone could bring their attention to her. She could hear bits and pieces of what some people were talking about:

"It is all his fault.."

"His fault? But I heard there was a girl involved…"

"I really hope he will feel well soon…"

"How did that happen?"

"I heard there was a werewolf attack…"

"He was with an accomplice and I heard that his accomplice left him behind…"

"An accomplice? They didn’t even try to help him?"

Faith finished closing the door, and held her breath as it made the soft clicking noise; a noise that seems deafening when you’re trying not to be noticed. When she finally convinced herself that no one heard her, she realized she was terribly wrong. All the voices hushed, and she could just feel their eyes looking right through the door and at her. She gulped and started taking baby steps to her bed walking backwards. Her eyes were glued on the doorknob and she listened closely as she heard the floorboards creaking and feet shuffling. The sound was getting louder and closer. She stopped in her tracks, still eyeing the doorknob.

"I saw a girl in here…"

"I did too…"

"Do you think that the girl involved was her?"

"Let’s open the door…"

She saw the doorknob begin to twist, and everything appeared to go in slow motion as the door finally opened, but before the people could come in, someone appeared behind her. That person was Fang, and he scooped her up, and pushed everyone to the side as he walked towards Zieon’s room, A210.

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Fang opened the door to Zieon’s room, and inside, Faith saw him laying down helplessly on a bed. There were several people crouched over him, and a woman held a bottle of a red liquid in her hand. She saw some of the people giving him new clothes, which they sat at the foot of his bed and she also saw the woman who was holding the bottle, dab some of the substance on a cotton ball, and she applied it on all his cuts and bruises. Zieon winced on the bed, arching his back up, his teeth grinding against the other, feeling tense, but suddenly, his body seemed to relax. His back straightened as he lowered himself back down on the bed, his teeth unclenched, and he let out a soft sigh. Everyone surrounding him also let out sighs of relief and started hugging each other, feeling grateful. Smiles were on everyone’s faces, even Fang’s but as soon as Faith brought her attention towards him, it disappeared. He looked towards the ground.

"Where is she?" Faith heard Zieon ask from his bed. His voice was low and soft, but he somehow still managed to keep his same tone of authority. All the people in the room parted, some people standing to the left, some to the right, so that Zieon could have clear eyesight of her. Faith widened her eyes, and saw his face; his hazel eyes and his chiseled face. She didn’t see any sign of a scratch, cut or bruise anywhere. She looked on his arms and noticed the same thing. He seemed completely healed. The woman that was holding the bottle moved from her group and walked to a dresser. She opened it and slowly put the bottle inside. Zieon motioned for Faith to come closer towards him, and she did with hesitance.

"I won’t hurt you," he said softly, and his words flowed from his lips smoothly. In a matter of seconds, Faith found herself walking towards his bed, feeling hypnotized. She sat only inches away from his sitting figure. He dismissed everyone out his room, and they obeyed his order, and walked out in a single file line. The only person that didn’t leave was Fang, and he stood there, with his head to the ground. His straight, black hair covered his face. Zieon moved his gaze from Faith and towards Fang, and if his eyes could kill, Fang would be sprawled on the ground, with every ounce of his blood seeping from his body.

"Zieon, I..." Fang started, still looking down, breaking the silent tension that was in the room. Faith watched him and held her breath as she saw Zieon raise out of the bed and walk towards Fang. The muscles on his chest flexed as Zieon grabbed Fang by the throat and lifted him in the air. Fang’s back was against the wall, and his legs were helplessly dangling underneath him, not even able to touch the ground.

"You disobeyed me Fang. You disobeyed our rules that were set hundreds and hundreds of years ago. She could have gotten hurt. A human. A precious human. Why did you put her life at risk?" Zieon asked him, his wings slowly unleashing on his back. Faith sat, wide-eyed, not knowing what to do, or say. She noticed Zieon’s grip on Fang’s neck get tighter, and she saw fright in Fang’s eyes.

"I’m sorry...I’m sorry," Fang chocked out. "Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to. She just...I was...who is she?" he asked Zieon, the tone in his voice completely changing. It was apparent to Fang that Zieon knew something about Faith that he didn’t know. Zieon loosened his tight hold on Fang, and he closed his eyes, and brought his head down.

"Who is she really?" Fang asked Zieon, taking advantage of the situation. Fang freed himself and dropped to the floor. He looked over Zieon’s shoulder and eyed Faith, who still sat on the bed, not moving.

"There’s something special about Faith that I just cannot pinpoint. When I first saw her yesterday, you were carrying her up to her room. I didn’t notice anything about her then, but when she was outside your room, telling you about her sister, I thought I recognized something. When I saw her eyes, there seemed to be something deep in them. She’s ..." Fang couldn’t finish his statement, because Zieon lifted his head, and his eyes were an intense, dark black. His fangs grew longer, and Fang felt his power starting to rise. Faith sensed nothing. She sat on the bed now curious as to what they were talking about that concerned her.

"Get out," Zieon warned Fang. His voice was low and cold, and the whole room began to feel dangerous. Faith felt uneasy. Fang kept his eyes away from Zieon, but turned and looked at Faith. He smirked and winked at her before walking out the room, obeying Zieon before anything serious happened.

The room was absolutely quiet. Faith didn’t know if she should stay in the room with him, or just walk out, just like Fang had done. She watched Zieon, just standing in the middle of the room. She looked at the door. It wasn’t a far distance from where she was sitting. All she had to do was just get up, and walk out the room. Maybe she could forget the whole incident between him and Fang. The door wasn’t quite far from where Zieon was though, and she didn’t want to walk by him. She saw him in another way. She felt unsafe around him. She felt unsafe being in the room, alone, with him. Besides from feeling unsafe, she actually felt scared.

"Don’t be..." he turned around with his fangs gone and the menace that he displayed before was completely vanished from his face. Faith raised her eyebrows. What did he mean?

"Please don’t be. I don’t want you to feel scared because of me, that’s what I mean." He clarified what he meant, only bringing surprise to Faith’s face. He walked slowly towards the bed and sat down next to her.

"You-you..." Faith felt almost speechless.

"Yes, you can add this to the list of things I can do. I also found out about you and Fang this way as well. If I came a second later, I fear that beast would have made the worst of you. I’m sorry for going through your thoughts like that, but if I hadn’t, imagine what would be of you now." Zieon told her. She simply shook her head, still in disbelief. Why is he just now telling me this?, she thought to herself, forgetting completely that he could read her mind.

"I knew if I told you this earlier, you would block certain things from me. I wouldn’t be able to hear your thoughts. I wouldn’t know the same things that you did," he said, reading her mind again and answering the question she asked herself. "And yes, I know this is invading your privacy, but you’ll have to forgive me. For your stay here, I won’t read your mind again. I promise." He got up and walked towards the dresser. Faith watched him. How could she believe him?

"Why should I believe you?" she asked him. He smirked.

"You don’t have to believe me, but I want you to." Zieon realized that Faith was becoming confused, so he changed the topic.

"What you just laid witness to, don’t think that I am that way all the time. He angered me. I do not want you around him. He is trouble. He put your life in danger. You could have easily gotten killed. Stay away from him and I will try my best to keep him away from you." Faith shook her head ‘yes,’ letting him know that she would do as he wished her to, but not understanding why.

" What he was talking about, what did he mean by that?" Faith asked him. Zieon shook his head ‘no’ and closed his eyes.

"The time isn’t right for you to know. I’ll tell you this information soon, but not now," he opened the drawer, and took out the bottle that contained the red liquid.

"What’s that?" she hesitated to ask him, but did eventually.

"Blood," he said simply, not surprised by her upcoming reaction.

"Blood?!" she almost screamed, watching him take the bottle and sit it on the drawer. She watched with wide eyes as he took the top off and drank from the bottle. Her stomach twisted in knots, and she felt terribly sick. Zieon on the other hand, watched her amused. He expected more from her once she eyed the bottle of blood, but just drank the contents and placed it back where it was.

"We do like blood, at least that part of what you humans say is true," he smirked.

The bruised Serenity limped to the building where Saber was. She was badly hurt, and her wounds were hardly even healing. Zieon left her a mess; her fur more unruly than it was originally, black blood oozing out each bruise on her body, clumps of hair falling off her and on the ground behind her and some hanging loosely from her body, both of her eyes were swollen, and there was a deep, long gash on her back. Zieon used his sword to make that. Her dark pink flesh was visible, and flies were surrounding her body. One of her hind legs was twisted in an awkward angle and her nose was a completely different story. Serenity looked terrible; even more terrible than Zieon looked, a hundred times more. She almost collapsed in front of the building once she got there.

Joe was outside with a rat in his mouth and noticed her limping towards the building. He dashed towards her and started licking her fur. He nuzzled her neck, trying to help her make it through the door, but failed. She fell next to him, closing her eyes, and making a whine that was filled with much pain. Joe transformed back into his human state, and rushed inside the building, leaving her there. He found Merciless talking to a girl, who looked to be in her late twenties. She had light blonde hair, and blue eyes. Her shirt was ripped, exposing her silk bra underneath, and she was on the ground trembling underneath him. Apparently, Merciless found interest to this girl, and continued bothering with her. She was still human, Joe could tell. There were other people in the room feeding, some sleeping, and others challenging each other to a fight. Everyone minded their own business, not paying attention to what Merciless was doing to this helpless girl.

She was screaming and writhing underneath him. Merciless enjoyed this girl, taking his long, wet tongue and sliding it all over her face, leaving her sticky. Joe watched her as she began crying. He went to Merciless, hating the fact that he interrupted his play, and told him about Serenity.

"She’s what?!" Merciless asked shouting, making the whole room stop what they were doing, and turn their heads in their direction. He woke all the people that were sleeping; they lifted their heads up, their ears twitching in his direction.

"She’s hurt, badly. We need to help her. Where is Saber?" Joe questioned. Merciless unconsciously growled, and pushed the girl he was bothering, out his way. She slid all the way to the wall, hitting her back and head against it. Merciless looked at her, baring his teeth in anger; not towards the girl, but towards Joe for disrupting him.

"Torc! Peyur! Help the girl in. She’s probably too weak to change back. I’ll get Saber. Joe, tend to her until Saber gets back. And you..." he turned towards the girl who was against the wall still crying. "I’m not finished with you yet..." His eyes turned dark blue and she shrieked, covering her eyes with her hands and crying even harder. He smirked and turned around, heading towards the metal stairs.

He walked up the stairs until he came to a room that just had a leather chair in it. He walked towards the twenty feet high windows and looked down at the streets. He touched the glass only with his fingertips and closed his eyes. In less than a second, an electric shock shattered the glass, and the shards fell to his feet, and out the building, onto the sidewalk below. Merciless grinned and transformed into his other form, jumping out the building and landing on the street with ease. Merciless’ fur was black all over, except in between his eyes. It was a dark, eerie blue, just like his eyes. He walked on all fours, sniffing the air, trying to smell Saber’s scent. When he found it, he ran in the direction it was coming from, and found him standing in front of the estate; the same one that held the wedding reception that they corrupted not long ago. Merciless walked to his side, and sat down next to him, not looking at him, but at the estate.

"What is it that you want Merciless?" Saber asked him, not looking at him. Merciless changed back into his human shape.

"It’s Serenity..." He said with his head low. Saber finally looked towards him, hearing those words, and understanding them. He could tell by the tone in his voice that it wasn’t good news. Saber went werewolf, running full speed towards their building. Merciless was right behind him, even as he ran into the building and sought out Serenity, who was lying on the floor. Her four legs were to the side of her, and she was breathing slowly. Joe was licking at her wounds, trying to clean her, and there were several people surrounding her body. Saber changed back and walked towards them. The crowd all separated, some jumping out the way of Saber, fearing him.

"My poor Serenity," he looked at her battered body and frowned. He slid his hand along her fur, stopping at the gash that was made by Zieon’s sword. He frowned even more.

"Open your eyes, my child, and tell me what happened," he said soothingly, and she complied. She told him the whole story, gasping in every breath she took. Saber listened, and only interrupted her when he fed her a dislocated limb from someone’s dead body. She continued telling him her story. Saber began thinking about Zieon and the girl, whose name he still did not know. He wondered why Zieon didn’t just kill Serenity while he had the chance. He could have easily done it, no problem. When she finished telling him everything, he told her to lay down and get some rest.

"Your wounds will heal all in a matter of time. Sleep, my child. But heed this, do not harm the girl. Next time you see her, get me. You are still young and you need to be taught certain things. Joe, thanks for tending to her. Peyur!" he called his name, waiting until he came to him.

"Yes master?" Peyur asked, seeming irritated.

"Go fetch them more food," Saber commanded him, and Peyr rolled his eyes and began walking out the door.

"And Peyur..." Saber called his name again, not turning to look at him.

"Yes master?" he asked, even more annoyed.

"Roll your eyes again and I’ll make sure that they are permanently stuck that way," he threatened him. Peyur gulped and ran out the building. Merciless grinned and crossed his arms over his chest. He turned around and saw the blonde-haired girl being fondled by Lilac, one of his kind.
"You’re such a pretty girl," Lilac commented, rubbing her hands in the girls soft hair. She screamed and closed her eyes, trying to push her hands off her but not succeeding.

"Very pretty..." Merciless agreed, walking towards them and kneeling in front of the girl. Lilac turned around and smiled.

"You’re back, my love. Who is this girl? Are you making her one of your own?" she asked him with an innocent smile on her face. He glanced from Lilac and to the girl with her head in her knees.

"What is your name?" he asked her. She jumped hearing his voice. She felt one of his large hands in her head, pulling her hair, lifting her head up to look at him. She winced in pain, feeling strands of her hair getting pulled from her scalp. Merciless smirked, turning from soft, to hard in a matter of seconds.

"Don’t hurt me. Please!" she whimpered, tears falling out her eyes.

"What is your name?" he asked her again, waiting for an answer. She winced some more, as his hold tightened and he pulled her head upwards.

"Nina," she answered. Her hands were on his, and she tried freeing her hair from his grasp.

"What are you going to do with her Merciless?" Lilac asked him, looking from Nina and back towards him. He moved his face towards Nina’s and stared in her eyes for a long time. After a while, he pushed her towards the ground, got up, and walked away.

"Do what you want with her. She is no use to me," Merciless said walking away. He went to the steps and sat down. Lilac swiped her tongue along the sharp rows of her teeth and grinned mischievously.

"Let’s play a game. It’s called...hide and go kill..."

Lilac’s eyes shone a bright pink and she smiled, a wicked smile.

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Marian set the fruit from the cafeteria on Faith’s tray and found a carton of milk. She got a bowl and a miniature box of cereal, and placed that on her tray as well. When she was finished setting everything up, she began towards Faith’s room, but was stopped by Zieon. He nodded his head to her, in a greeting, and she smiled. He took the tray from her hands, and decided to give the food to her himself. Without knocking on the door, he walked inside, and saw her looking out the window. She didn’t turn around to see who it was, because she already knew.

"What are you thinking Faith?" he asked her, setting the tray down on the ledge of the window, where she was sitting.

"I thought you could read minds," she said, while pushing back some of her hair.

"I can, but I promised you I wouldn’t read yours while you stayed here," he said. She sighed and looked towards the tray and back out the window.

"What happened? Why is she like that? How did...?" she stopped asking questions, wiping away the tears that were slowly sliding down her face.

"Serenity?" he asked her, making sure he knew who she was talking about.

"What happened to her? How did she turn like that?" she turned around and looked at him. Zieon sighed before answering her question.

"She was contaminated by one of the werewolves," Faith’s eyes saddened. "There are only three ways that she could have changed into what she is. One way, is similar to our own transformation. She could have got bitten by a werewolf, and in a matter of hours, she could have changed into those beasts. Another way, is she could have gotten a cut, scratch, or bruise from one of them. If her open wound came in contact with one of their blood, she would be changed into them. And..." he hesitated, not sure if he should tell her the third, and last possibility of how Serenity could have changed into those beasts. He looked in her eyes, and saw her pain, but also, he noticed her wanting him to continue telling her. She just wanted to hear the rest, and be over with it. Zieon looked out the window, and back towards her.

"The last way, is by..." he paused again. "The last way, is by sex. They could have had intercourse with her, transmitting some of their wolf DNA into her, and in only a few minutes, she could have turned into one of them." He informed her. She winced hearing every word come out his mouth, and the tears fell more freely than before. Zieon knew telling her the three ways Serenity could become a wolf would hurt her, but he had to tell her.

"Faith, I’m sorry. I know you loved her, but she is no longer your sister. She is..." Faith jerked her head, and narrowed her eyes.

"She’s still my sister! I still love her!" she cried, believing her words.

"She doesn’t remember you. She cannot remember you. Her memory is gone, erased. What you thought of her then and what you think of her now should be two totally different things. Faith, please. I know you don’t want to listen to me, but the next time she sees you, there’s a chance that she will kill you. So please, consider what I am saying," he said softly, and left the room, leaving her to her thoughts. She sniffled, wiping her tears away, and pushed the tray out the window. The bowl cracked in two, and the apple on the tray rolled away. Her appetite was lost. How could she eat? Her sister was out there; one of those things while she was miles away, still safe, at least that’s what she thought. She wasn’t sure. She wished she was dreaming, but knew already that everything she was experiencing was real. She hated that.

The day was going by fast and the sun was already down. The past couple of days Faith stayed at the school, the nights seemed to appear scarier and scarier. She wasn’t used to sleeping by herself because she used to sleep with Richard for the past year in the same bed. Even though they weren’t even married in the past year, they stuck together through everything. They hated being by themselves even when it came to sleep. Here was Faith, alone in her room, with the window a direct eyesight of the moon. Although the lights were on, she still felt scared. She still felt alone. She couldn’t hear anything. Everyone were in their own rooms, together with someone, except her.
She closed her eyes, and tried going to sleep, but it was harder than she thought. She hated closing her eyes, and having to open them back up. She didn’t know who or what would be in that room with her when she opened them; especially since someone could just appear in her room without making a noise. She felt as if she was living a nightmare, and indeed, she was.




"Merciless, come my friend. I need to talk to you." Saber walked past him sitting on the steps, eyeing everyone in the room. Serenity was mostly healed, but that long gash left still had a long way to go. Merciless got up and followed Saber up the steps until he stopped in that same room with that chair in it. The window was still broken, and a cool breeze came in. The moon shone brightly in the room, and Saber walked towards the window. Merciless followed.

"Listen, and listen well. There is this woman, but I do not know her name. I’ve seen her only once, but there’s something about her that makes me attracted to her. I know when you were around Serenity, you smelled something very different in the air. I smelt it too. That was the woman’s scent. In all my years of living, I’ve never smelt anything like it. You know her scent. Tonight, I’m going to go in her dreams again. Serenity did half the job luring her here. Now, I’m going to finish that job. After tonight, I plan to have her all mines. Whatever that conniving bloodsucker wants with her, he won’t have it, because I will. I plan to find their hideout and kill every bloodsucker there. I just hope he won’t change her into one of his kind before I do," Saber looked towards the moon and sneered.

"Now go and rally them. Get them set. It’ll be a while before we go, but get them prepared for what’s approaching," Saber turned towards him, the moon reflecting in his eyes. Merciless nodded his head, understanding, and ran down the stairs. Saber smirked and turned back towards the moon. He smiled mischievously and walked towards the leather chair. He sat in it, and worked his magic.

Closing her eyes one last time, Faith fell into a deep sleep, not realizing that her dreams would be tampered with. Her door was closed, and the lights were off. Her window was closed, but a cool breeze opened it, silently, and settled over her body. She unconsciously pulled the sheets up, covering herself. She was unaware of the dark magic that was happening around her. She had no clue that after tonight, things would go terribly wrong.

Faith fluttered her eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness in the room. She didn’t know where she was, or why she was there. She looked around the unfamiliar place, and fear immediately struck in her heart. Faith tugged the sheets closer to her chest. She found herself lying on a massive oak bed, and when she tried to lift herself up, she couldn’t. Her wrists where chained to the bed by metal braces. Her heart beat sped rapidly as she tried to lay up and turn herself around to struggle with the chains.

There she was, in an unknown place, tied to a huge bed. She didn’t know how she got tied to the bed, but she knew that she wasn’t going to let those chains forever bind her. She began to yank at them, but with no success. It was when she gave up trying to free herself that she noticed what she was wearing. She wasn’t wearing the casual clothes that she was given by Zieon. Instead, she couldn’t believe her eyes when she noticed it was her wedding dress. A small smile crept along Faith’s face, and she let go of the sheets. Tears started to form at the brim of her eyelids, and she couldn’t do anything to keep them from falling down her face. It brought too many memories of pain and suffering, but Faith noticed the dress wasn’t splotched with blood, but it looked clean and brand new; even better than how it looked when she first bought it. She looked at the white laces and sequins lining the edge of the dress, and she was too occupied in the dress to notice the dark shadow enter the room and creep along the walls. Faith shivered in her sleep, pulling the covers on her more. The curtains flapped with the wind. The figure came closer to the bed, and Faith hadn’t noticed it as it was coming closer. As she was lost in her thoughts about the dress, Faith wasn’t paying attention to it as it stood by the edge of the bed.

Faith wished she could wipe the tears from her face, but she was chained up too tight to hardly even move her arms. Her mind was still focused on her dress, and she immediately thought of her wedding day. It was one of the worst days of her life, while it should have been filled with happiness and joy. It was earlier, but it got ruined during the reception. Just thinking about that day brought even more tears to her eyes, and as hard as she tried to forget about it, she couldn’t. How could you forget something like that? When most family members are killed on the same day, and she was one of the lucky ones? She hadn’t noticed the figure coming even closer to her, instead she felt the rapid temperature change. Faith bundled the sheets around her, balling her body into a knot. As she began to shiver on the bed, she looked around the room, and that was the first time she noticed something eerie about the room. She saw the curtains blowing, but noticed that the window wasn’t open. She noticed the door was open, but she hadn’t seen anyone walk in. She noticed the dark figure, but she wasn’t sure if she was just hallucinating or really seeing things.

Her mind was made up when the dark figure evaporated from in front of her, replacing itself back together into something completely different. That something made Faith widen her eyes in disbelief, horror, and shock. The cold air settled over her body and she flipped over in her sleep, facing the window. Faith couldn’t believe her eyes. She wasn’t sure whether to scream or start crying. She inched back on the bed, against the headboard, watching the person standing in front of her crawl on the bed, towards her. She gasped, looking in his eyes, and saw the lust present within them. Faith closed her eyes as he was only inches from her, and he tilted her chin upwards to look in his eyes. She still held her eyes closed, but opened them once she felt his soft touch upon her skin. She couldn’t believe it. She didn’t want to believe it, but here he was. He wasn’t dead after all. Her husband, Richard, was before her, looking better than ever. He was half naked, not wearing a shirt, and Faith had to catch her breath.

She began to open her mouth, but he gently placed his index finger upon her lips, and with much time wasted in looking in her eyes, Richard leaned his head down, and kissed her. It was soft and gentle, and Faith openly accepted it. She needed it. Faith unknowingly smiled. The kiss deepened as Richard pressed himself onto her, aware that she had the chains on, binding her to the oak bed. Faith’s head fell against the headboard, and with Richard in between her legs, she felt tears of joy. He rummaged through her hair, kissing her harder, more fuller, almost hungrily, and they broke from the kiss as he kissed down towards her neck. Faith’s eyes fluttered in satisfaction as Richard sucked on her neck while groping her breast through her dress. She moaned in delight, when he kissed her lips again, lifting her back up so he could unzip the dress. Faith’s legs were wrapped around his torso, as she was lifted several inches in the air. With ease, Richard pulled the dress down her slender body, his eyes roaming over all her voluptuous curves. He missed those curves, and he showed it when he planted wet kisses along her stomach and licked around her belly button. She lifted herself onto him, only making him grab her thighs, and bring himself closer to her, closing the space between them.

He massaged her breasts through her lacy bra, and kissed the mounds of her breasts, while skillfully undoing the clasp. Faith whimpered as he suckled at her breasts like a baby pleading for a mother’s breast milk. She bit her lip, feeling his hand traveling down her stomach, to the wet crevice in between her legs. She closed her eyes, trying to enjoy every second of pleasure she was receiving from him. She began to believe that her life before was an entire dream in itself. Pictures of Zieon, werewolves, and the school fading from her memory. She knew she was living her life at that very instant as Richard plunged his fingers into her wet, gaping core. Cold tears rolled down Faith’s cheeks. She arched her back, her nipples erect and pleading for more attention. Richard saw this, paying mind to every little arousal in her body. From her biting her lips, to her grinding herself onto his fingers, he loved it all. He brought his lips down to her left breast, pulling at it to place the nipple in his mouth. He rubbed his tongue lightly against it, sending chills down her back, and he saw her other nipple beg for the same attention. He did the same to her other breast, sucking at it and softly tugging it with his teeth. Faith let out a sharp moan, diverting his attention back to his fingers. He pulled her panties down, and saw her sweet juices over her thighs and he knew at that instant she had erupted. He knew she was craving for more as she loosened her hold around his torso and widened her legs, giving him the opportunity to please her.

He complied as he slipped off her panties, widening her legs to gain him enough entry. Faith closed her eyes, biting her lips in ecstasy, just thinking of what she was going to get–what she wanted from him for a long time. Richard pulled off his pants and Faith opened her eyes just a little to see him shuffling in eagerness. She noticed his erection and she widened her legs even more, helping him see her awaiting insides. Richard hurriedly pulled off his boxers and Faith licked her lips at the sight. She hadn’t remembered seeing it for a long while, and now since she saw it, and was about to be satisfied by it, all she could do was smile.

She felt the head smack its way around and it was then that Faith really wished she wasn’t tied to the bed so she could further accept him into her. The tip rubbed against her wet lips, and she began to grind against him, straddling herself on him for the second time. She tried her best to get Richard to work, wanting to feel him deep inside her, but he chuckled to himself. Faith opened her eyes, hearing him for the first time. She narrowed her eyes, seeing him lift her up by her legs, and Richard, on his knees in between her legs, plunged his erection into her. Faith let out a loud gasp, followed by a long drawn moan. Richard hungrily pumped himself into her like a beast, savoring every second. His thrusts became more forceful and fast. Faith couldn’t control her reaction to him as he pushed harder and harder, penetrating her insides. She kept her eyes on him, noticing the change in him. He seemed hungry, and maybe even angry. How he smacked their bodies together seemed out of frustration. Her breasts continued bouncing at every impact they shared. Her body began to tire down and Faith soon felt exhausted, but Richard continued thrusting inside her ferociously. His nails dug deep in her thighs and Faith tried to make him stop, but he kept his hard pace. Tears formed and Faith tried to shut her legs closed, but Richard easily pried them back open and continued to cruelly force himself inside of her. She was red and swollen. All her blood rushed to that one spot where she was feeling pain. She could almost feel her heart beating there, and she again tried to make him stop, but like a savage beast devouring its prey, he continued to plunge deeper and deeper.

He brought his head back, groaning in pleasure as he was successfully able to reach his limit. He couldn’t go any deeper, so he instead began to grind on her. He brought his lips down to her stomach, cupping her breasts in his hands and twisting her nipples with his index finger and thumb. The grinding continued as Richard brought his hands to her back, lifting her breasts into his mouth, and thus bringing her swollen lips more onto his still throbbing erection. As much as Faith tried to enjoy the immense pleasure she was receiving, she couldn’t help but to notice something about him. His eyes had changed from soft to dark and as he began kissing on her neck, still rotating his hips with his erection firmly planted inside of her, Faith began to whimper.
It wasn’t because of the satisfaction she was receiving, nor of the pain he also brought to her, but it was of fear. She tried to inch her way even more against the headboard, but Richard stopped her, grabbing her by her legs, pulling her back onto him. She whimpered again as he continued grinding her insides with no mercy, and Faith felt short bursts of pleasure as her stomach twisted in knots. She attempted to move away from him again, but he pulled her towards him again, digging his nails deep into the back of her legs. He bent down and started kissing her lips. One of his hands was on the side of her face, and he pushed his chest against hers, feeling her heaving breasts on his chest. The sweat from his forehead grazed Faith’s and she whimpered once more when he fed at her lips. He was a sexual beast, Faith had realized, and when she wanted to appreciate it, she couldn’t. His eyes were still different than what they normally were, and that was when Faith tightened her inner muscles around his erection, only sending sharper bursts of pleasure her way. She wanted to find a way to make him come out and off of her, but it was almost impossible.

Richard groaned, hard and rough, enjoying the reaction Faith gave to his entire body, and the beast within him really emerged as Richard dissipated before her, and was replaced by someone else–someone whose eyes were the same dark eyes that Richard previously had. Faith felt like screaming, but she found she couldn’t. She was too weak, and the person covered her lips with his hand. They began to talk and Faith thought she was hearing things.

"I will do anything in my will to have you," the person said, then breathed heavily on her neck. Faith shut her eyes, trying to block the image but failing.

"I will have you, even if it means that I have to kill to get to you. I will have you as my own, and I will kill whoever stands in my way." The person said, again, breathing heavily on her neck, his husky breath sent goose bumps down her arms. Faith squinted her eyes, feeling his lips on her neck. She felt his tongue as it rolled around her collar bone, to the other side. She gasped when she felt an immense pain in the pits of her stomach. She realized that he was still inside of her, and she felt his hot ejaculation seeping through her body. She tried moving herself as far as she could away from him, but he kept her pinned down, continuing his ejaculation process until it was over, and his job was done. Faith cried to herself as he finally pulled himself out of her. He was incredibly limp, swollen, and pink, but he still managed to keep a smile on his face. He had every reason to.

She was now going to be one of them...

Saber grinned to himself at a job well done. He didn’t get any sleep because he was busy controlling her dream. He did exactly what he wanted to do. He was able to send the message out to her. He hoped she understood it; if she didn’t, then he knew Zieon would. He stood up from the chair and looked at the sky. It looked like a good day to go hunting.





Faith cleaned herself with the tissue in the bathroom. She wet it with water, and dabbed her sweaty forehead. She looked at herself in the mirror, seeing the cut she had on her lip healed. She went inside the stall and grabbed some more tissue, wetting it with more water and giving herself a cleanse. She wished there was a shower in this school, but she wasn’t sure if there was. She wasn’t going to go out of her way to try and look for one either. While she was looking at herself in the mirror, she looked at her hands, and noticed the gold ring from her wedding. She half smiled, rubbing the ring with her thumb. Whatever she tried to do, she still couldn’t get the image out of her head. Why did they have to come to that estate building? Where did those things come from anyway? She wasn’t sure, and she was scared of finding out the answer.

Then, she thought of her dream. She remembered that guy’s eyes. She couldn’t forget his eyes. They seemed so dark, and still, sincere at the same time. Faith flung the tissue in the garbage and walked out the bathroom in the same hallway as her room was in. The hallway was full of people. She noticed Fang leaning against a wall, not talking to anyone. She almost felt sorry for him. He was a nice guy to her, but he made Zieon mad. Anyone that could make him mad, scared her. She walked towards her door with her head down, not wanting to catch anyone’s eye. She heard voices talking about her, but she tried paying no mind to it. She opened her door, but stopped, feeling someone standing behind her. She had no idea who it was, and was terrified to turn around.

"I’m sorry Faith. I didn’t mean to put your life in danger. Please, forgive me..." she heard Fang say. She thought the voice was coming from her head because he said it so softly. She shook her head ‘yes,’ still not turning around to look at him, remembering what Zieon told her about him.

"I know that Zieon doesn’t want you around me, but I had to apologize to you for my behavior. Both here and there. I thought this the opportune moment. He’s still asleep, but he may wake up any second." Fang told her quietly, and she heard him walking away. She narrowed her eyes, then turned around, seeing him hidden within the thick crowd.

"Faith!" she moved her head in the direction someone called her name. She saw the woman, Marian, coming towards her with a wide smile on her face.

"Here’s your breakfast. A nutritious meal. I saw you disliked what we gave you yesterday, so I changed the course. I hope you would enjoy this. If it is to your dissatisfaction, please tell me, and I’ll set up another course for you," Marian said, still with that same smile. She opened the door, letting Faith inside, and set the tray on the ledge by the window.

"Oh. I...that...Marian...the food was great. I’m sorry for knocking it out the window. I just..." she paused, looking down at the ground for a brief moment and back towards her, "wasn’t in the mood."

"What do you mean, wasn’t in the mood?" Marian questioned her.

"Never mind. It’s nothing. Thanks Marian," Faith smiled, feeling her stomach churn. She was hungry. She hadn’t eaten in hours. Marian walked out the room, leaving her door open. In the middle of her breakfast, Faith felt the paranoia of being watched. She lifted her head, and saw several people looking at her through her opened door. They seemed fascinated by her, their eyes wide at every bite of food that she took. One person even walked towards her door. It was a female, and she had black hair, with violet streaks.

She wore a black and purple jean outfit, matching her hair. Her style surprised Faith. From movies, she always saw these people as gothic, not wearing what’s new in today’s fashion, but here was a girl, wearing a black and purple jean outfit, with little butterflies on the bottom of the pants, one huge one on the back of the jacket, and some on the front of the jean jacket. The girl smiled at her and watched her eat. Faith could hardly lift her gaze to meet this girl’s eye. She had a feeling that even her eyes were the same color as her hair and outfit. She heard more people coming in her room, and that’s when she felt weird, as if she were in some sort of zoo and she was an extraterrestrial animal.

How ironic...