Magdalla knew that she suffered her hardships for a reason, and now she believed that she was starting to see it. Even though her and her brothers and sisters were locked up and hook on the back of a truck, windows with bars and tinted glass, the sights she saw took her breath away. It made her nostalgic of the days when she ran with wolves. She was the protector, but only because of her sheer size. For miles she saw green fields with juicy plump cows scattered across.
You can take the girl out of the wolf but you couldn't take the wolf out of the girl. She wanted to be set free and let loose on those fields in her true form. She wanted to eat every single fat cow alive, only to spit out it's horns.
Eventually her ears were bombarded with the sound of huge flying machines and engines, she thought her head would explode. She was so used to the sounds sights and smells of the prison, that she could barely contain herself when she saw all this new substance around her.
They were then put on a large machine. She smelt dogs, cats, humans and other various animals. She smelt tranquilizer and gun powder, blood and sweat. Where were they?
"We are planning to escape aren't we, Magdalla?" Mark asked hurriedly. Being trapped in a tiny cage with angry, ready to transform wolves.
"All in good time, Mark, all in good time," she whispered and closed her eyes to breathe in the scent of sweat and meat that she longed to sink her teeth into. Venom mixed with her saliva started to form, and she knew she should get a hold of herself, before she bit one of her brothers or sisters.
"You said that an hour ago, now we are in an even bigger cage on our way to the very heart of the enemy. I think we should get out now, before we cross the ocean," he snapped back. He was also becoming rather testy.
"No, there are innocents in this cage as well. It is best we act when there are no civilians around," she said and waved her hand as to dismiss him.
He just snorted and went to an empty corner to brood. He called it brooding but she was old enough to know that he was sulking.
They had stopped a while ago, so everyone was settling down slightly, until they moved again. And they were very, very quickly picking up speed. Now Magdalla started to worry. She had never flown. She was a wolf, and was supposed to stay with two-or four- feet on the ground, not in the air in a cage!
They felt themselves rise up and everyone grabbed onto something to hold onto and other ground themselves into the ground.
She looked around her and saw that almost everyone was trembling, already they would all phase, and they would all die if that were to happen.
"Children! Do not let yourself transform, else we will all be crushed. Just close your eyes and pretend it's a dream. Calm down all of you!" she snapped quickly. No one had ever heard her raise her voice like that. Most of them stopped trembling almost immediately, and others soon followed.
She gripped the bars tightly as the cage shook and she felt them rise up higher. She was feeling faint, and sick. She could feel every muscle in her body start trembling. Too bad she couldn't take her own advice.
Then she felt Mark's arms encircle her and grip the bars above her hands. She breathed deeply and also noticed the smirk on his face.
"What do you find funny about this?" she asked through gritted teeth. She was still shaking, but this time out of fear rather than the need to transform.
"This is your first time flying on a plane, I assume. Should've known though, considering you're the oldest dog among us," he chuckled, his black eyes lighting up in delight.
"I prefer the term werewolf freak of nature, thank you," she quipped, "considering I don't even know what I am."
He just chuckled again and held her closer. She had no idea how much he looked up to her, no matter what she was or how old she was.
Ever since that kiss. She told him that it had meant nothing, that she no longer deserved to love or be loved, and that he should set his sights on someone who was sane and at the very least his own species, or the species he used to be.
But he didn't want that. He wanted her. And for one glorious night she had given herself to him, to prove him wrong about her. After he still felt the same way and so did she. She was a lost cause, she had told him, she had told him to stop bothering, but not to stop caring.
Because she did care for him, but she did not love him like he wanted her to. And she said that she never would.
Suddenly a very alluring smell hit him like a brick wall. He breathed in the foreign scent deeply and the dropped to the ground as soon as everyone else but Magdalla fell into unconsciousness.
"Magdalla," he gasped before he was swept up in a memory he thought he would never remember, a memory he didn't want to remember.
"Why are you going, Mark? I thought you loved me," a short, dark skinned girl with black hair whispered hoarsely.
"You thought wrong, Sarah. You're too young Sarah. Go find a man who's at least 30 years closer to your age," he snapped harshly. As tears started down her face, he felt his own heart breaking. He had to do it. He knew he would live to regret, but it would be safer for him to be away. Far away. Safer for Sarah. Safer for his nephew Billy. Safer for his unborn child he knew was growing in Sarah's belly before she did.
"But you said age didn't matter. What changed? What did I do wrong? I'll make it better," she pleaded and quickly wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. He grabbed her wrists and took them away.
"It will be better this way, Sarah. Give Billy another chance. I know he'll make you happy," he said and started walking away.
"Billy Black? Your nephew? What are you talking about, he hates me! Ever since he found us making out," she said, and he sad tears quickly turned angry.
"He loves you. And he is jealous. I am much older than the both of you, Sarah, I know what love is when I see it. What you have with me is infatuation. And I have to go now, Sarah. I won't see you again," he opened the door of their tiny little house and saw his nephew, only 25 but looking much older stare at him incredulously.
"Where are you going, Uncle Mark?" he asked, but his question was quickly forgotten when he heard Sarah sob loudly inside the house.
"What did you do to her?" he almost yelled at his uncle and punched him before he ran inside.
"Nothing that isn't good for her," he whispered to him and started walking toward's the woods.
"Uncle Mark?" he heard a small voice whisper. He looked over at the car and saw two little girls in the car, the eldest poking her head out and looking at him with worry.
"Stay in the car until your father comes and gets you, Rachel. I love you and your sister both, remember that," he said and bolted. His entire body was trembling violently and he had mere seconds before he landed in the safety of the woods, as a wolf, and he howled out the pain he felt ripping its way through his body.
"Mark!" he heard someone yell at him.
"Daniel! I never thought I'd be this happy for you to wake me up," he chuckled nervously and looked around himself. They were in another cage, but this time it was a dungeon.
Out of nowhere they heard shrieks and screams of pain, and every wolf in the dungeon looked around sharply and all trembled violently when the smelt blood and venom in the air.
"Filthy demons," Daniel growled and looked around to help other people who were still under the power of the sleeping gas.
Mark just lifted his head in the air and sniffed cautiously. Sweat, blood, tears, death, decay.
Where was Magdalla?
***
She screamed loudly as his thick cold cock slammed into her over and over again, his fingers digging into her thighs and he bit her repeatedly on her nipples and shoulders and neck.
"Caius!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, and she wrapped her stone cold legs around his and relished in the pleasure and pain that went through her again and again.
"Mmhmm," he said and picked up his pace, until he couldn't see her face anymore, but of the face he wanted to see.
A face who's body was warm and hot, just like the hole he would be pounding into if he had her in his arms instead of this two bit whore of a vampire.
Her hands would burn his skin in the most pleasant way as they ran down his front and caressed his cock, much like the vampire he was fucking had done so earlier. Except instead of cold dead fingers, it would be a warm moist most with a delicious little tongue to help with his relief.
Of course, he would reciprocate, unlike with this vampire, as he just couldn't wait until he got a taste of her sweet juice as she came on his fingers, his tongue, his cock. She would be all his.
And he breasts, he couldn't forget those soft mounds of flesh. Unlike the cold tough bosom of his present lover her's would be round and soft and perfect. Like caressing a fluffy pillow. And he would be able to feel her steady heartbeat rise higher and higher as he brought her relief over and over again.
He shouldn't be thinking like this about her. But it was Aro's fault really. He was the one that had put the thought in his mind and the whore in his bed. He'd thank him later for the latter; he really had been under a lot of stress lately.
Finally he found his release and as soon as it had passed he felt disgusted with himself. But mostly with the whore in his bed.
"Get out," he snapped, and he already had his pants on.
"What?" she asked, bewildered.
"NOW!" he yelled, and she ran out at vampire speed.
Most vampire would think she was beautiful, but suddenly he had no taste for her at all. The bright blonde locks that reach her back, her blood red eyes that were once blue and her tall slender sleek physique. He didn't want her at all.
He wanted Magdalla. And he wanted her now.
"Caius, I hoped that you would enjoy your present, but by the look on her face I think not," Aro said in mock sympathy, "Perhaps her species was not quite your taste."
"Her species was just fine, Aro, it was her I did not approve of," he snapped back. With one touch Aro could have easily seen that he was lying through his teeth. But he decided to give Caius a shit-eating grin that made him think that maybe he could read minds without touching someone's skin.
"Oh, what a pity. I guess I should have sent Magdalla then, but I doubt she would have been very cooperative. And that pack of hers, well if they found out they'd eat you alive the first chance they got," said thoughtfully and tapped his finger on his chin.
"I will not sleep with some common mutt," he snapped back furiously.
"Of course not, neither would I. But Magdalla's not some common mutt is she?"
Caius glared icily at him. Hating him. But not. He was like a brother to him. But that didn't mean he could want him to combust into flames where he stood.
A sudden floral scent reached the air. A mixture of roses, lilies and peaches that made Caius' mouth water. There was a hint of dog, but the flowers and fruit overpowered it.
"Delicious, isn't she?" Aro said and Caius noticed he wasn't looking at him. He looked at the doorway, since they were in the dining room now, and Magdalla with her long in a tight braid that reached her knees, her pale skin melding lovingly with the pale blue dress that covered her chest, down her arms and reached past her ankles.
"I don't see why I need to be here," she said, her voice and face as emotionless as ever.
"I wanted you to enjoy your lengthy stay in Volterra so I arranged a grand dinner for you. I thought you would be excited to be pampered up as you were."
"I was grateful, Aro, not all too excited. I'm used to my dirty work, something that seems to be in short of here," she replied. Did he hear a hint of sarcasm in her voice?
"Hmm, good enough. Now please come and join Caius and I for dinner. If you're good we may even invite some of your pack to eat as well."
"Why am I here, Aro? I still don't see the reason you brought me here," she snapped. It was already a month since they left the prison, and she could feel the moon's presence hang over like the plague.
"Oh, is it that time of the month?" Aro chuckled evilly at his own wit, "Well, you've been able to keep it under control for over half a century, surely a little dinner won't entice your inner beast?"
"Maybe, but considering the stench of the dead and dying still hangs in the air might awaken her," she said back, but sat at the opposite end of the table all the same.
Aro took the chair opposite and Caius sat adjacent to her. She would be the only one eating tonight.
"And the fact that my hearing is as good at is had always been," she added and gracefully started eating her pasta.
"Is it, now? Then I suppose you heard, as well as the rest of the castle, what Caius was getting up to with his recent fling," Aro sniggered and laughed when Caius sent him an evil look.
"She's not a fling, Aro, she just some whore you sent to vex me," he snapped.
"It is what I assumed," Magdalla said quietly and ate her food as the silence stretched on. Her body was not relaxed not tensed, and her face was blank. Caius also realized that she no longer gave him her inquisitive stare as he did when they first met. It worried him, but he didn't know why.
When she was finished she looked up at Caius for a moment before turning to Aro.
"And is there anything else you would have me do, Aro?"
"Yes, actually," he said and leered at her suggestively.
"If you plan to do anything with me, consider yourself warned," she said quickly and took a sip of red wine.
"Oh, I know. I want you to go to Caius' room and not leave until I say so."
"And if Caius wishes me to leave?"
"You will not," Aro said and smiled at Caius, "Unless he wishes to admit the fact that it was you rather than the vampire he wanted his hands on. Because if he can last the night without touching you, I will be proven wrong, in a way."
She just nodded and stood up, gracefully walking to Caius' bedroom.
"You idiot, what did you do that for?" he snapped at him, "That filthy beast is going to stink up my entire bedroom."
"That is what the perfume is for, and I know for a fact that if she does smell like dog, it is not her, but rather what has been on her," he said and smiled as he walked away, "Have a good night, Caius. But if you do fail, no hard feelings."
Caius just growled as he all but stomped toward his room.
***
"Caius," she whispered hot breath in his ear. He didn't know how he got there. He was lying down on his bead and pale skinned girl with long flowing black hair was slowly kissing every inch of his face. She wore a black mask, and her eyes were covered.
"Caius," she said again and this ground her hips into his already waiting erection. He groaned loudly and dugs his fingers into the soft skin of her hips.
She kissed him passionately, drawing out his tongue with her own, all the whiled her hands ghosted across his skin, memorizing each muscle as the twitched with her touch.
She broke the kiss and started kissing lower and lower down, her hands going faster down, before reaching his aching member.
She kissed his tip softly, the just put the head into her mouth, slowly circling her tongue around it, as he tried not buck his hips into her soft delicate mouth.
She hummed around his penis as she went lower and lower, taking as much of him in her mouth as possible. He was so close he thought he would explode. He almost did when she grabbed his balls and slowly kneaded them, also when she suddenly swallowed more of him, and he felt the back of her throat with the head of his penis.
"Jesus," he groaned. Who was the girl?
"Caius," she whispered again, and started sucking his penis, slowly bobbing her head and rubbing him with her hand where her mouth couldn't reach.
"Yes," he moaned, and bucked into her mouth as he almost came. He groaned in displeasure when he felt her mouth leave his penis but shut up almost immediately when she impaled herself on him, and let out a little scream as she did so.
"Fuck," he groaned. He wouldn't last very long at all, at this rate. Then she started riding him, rocking her hips back and forth and lifting herself up just enough push herself back down. She up the pace, and he couldn't help but reach out to touch her beautiful round breasts as they started bobbing up and down with her speed.
"Caius," she moaned, and sped up, taking him along with her.
"Caius."
"Yes."
"Caius!"
"Yes!"
"CAIUS!" someone yelled at him and his eyes snapped open immediately.
"What?" he snapped back and looked at the person who had woken him up from his lust-filled day dream.
It was Magdalla, and she looked rather perturbed. He had his arm wrapped around her waist; his hand perched between her cheeks and rather close to the place he had been dreaming of just a moment ago. His other arm had her leg pushed tightly against his erection, and now noticed that he had been rubbing her leg against himself.
"If Aro walks in now, you realize you will fail his request. Being half conscious doesn't count as an excuse," she said. By the look on her face, he could tell that she was either getting very flustered or very angry at the current position she was in. He was hoping it was latter as he quickly let her go and faced away from her.
"Are you saying you aren't going to tell Aro?"
"I won't tell him. I don't see any need to. But perhaps in exchange you can find what the real purpose for bringing me here was," she said then stood up.
"What do you mean, you don't see any need to?" he asked, and then turned around to face her. Her hair was messed up, looking more like bed hair than anything else. The dress she wore now had rips at the sides and by the shoulders. Some by her ankles. He smelt blood in the air, it didn't smell human or like dog, but it was there; he had hurt her. Why did he feel bad? She was just a dog.
"I would less worried about Aro and more worried about my wolf pack, Caius, they do ten to overreact about things," she replied and walked out the door. Leaving him to think about how much he really wished his dream was real.
Okay so, I hope you liked that one. It was a bit harder to write, but I must admit quite fun. Tell me what you think by reviewing, please. Some inspiration would be nice. Now, I was wondering, with my character, she's either going to end up with w vampire or a werewolf, which would you rather have? Review if you want your say
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