Chapter Two
A soft touch pulled the witch from her thoughts. She glanced down to see him running a finger up and down her exposed leg she tried to shake him off, but the binds held her tightly in place.
"Now now pet, don't fight. You will only suffer more painfully if you disobey me."
"Yeah right, like I'm not going to suffer anyway," Hermione snapped.
To be honest she was royally pissed off. Why hunt her out, why not go and bother someone more useful or higher up in the Ministry. No of course not, it had to be her didn't it. All she wanted to do was spend a nice quiet weekend reading and cooking until she had to return to work again Monday morning. But no. All she had to look forward to now was the prospect of having a quick and painless death. But Hermione knew if Greyback was involved, painless was not in this man's vocabulary. Glancing back at the wolf she began to realise that there would be no rescue. Her friends would not save her this time. Her small body began to shake with fear, she did not want to die. She did not want to be raped either but unfortunately she had no say in either of those matters.
Fenrir watched as the girl fought some inner battle with herself. Her eyes flashing with mixed emotions. She indeed was a strong witch. He would have fun breaking her, then he would decide her fate. He had the whole weekend after all to decide on his final plan. Running a sharp nail down the witches leg, he watched as she tried to move out of his reach. Laughing he moved up next to her on the bed, he shifted his body so he was now laying on his side. Fenrir ran his fingers all over the exposed skin of Hermione.
She tried to wiggle out of his reach; not wanting an animal like him touching her, but she had no where to go. His fingers dug deeper into the skin on her thigh causing his nails to break the surface. A thin line of blood ran freely from the cut, her eyes filled as she hissed in pain.
"Now now pet. This is just the beginning and trust me, it WILL get a lot worse than this." Fenrir bent his head slowly as he licked the blood from her skin. "Mmm delicious." He murmured.
Suddenly Fenrir felt extremely dizzy. Closing his eyes, he tried to shake the feeling. Taking a deep breath he needed to clear his mind but found it only made things worse. Her scent was like a drug, one hit and you were hooked. He thought by keeping his distance from her, for all this time would have helped. That his body would no longer crave her. But he was wrong, the Elders it seemed were right after all. He needed to distance himself for a few moments, to think things through. It looked like his plans were changing and he needed to decide how.
"I'll be back in a moment pet," He smirked, "don't you go anywhere now will you." He chuckled as he walked out of the room.
Hermione was thankful for the few moments without him. Even though he had hardly touched her, she was scared out of her mind. Death eaters she could deal with, for they were human. But this man, he was far from human. For the first time in her life, Hermione did not have a bloody clue what to do. All she knew was that her whole body cried out for her to flee but she was stuck. Trapped in her own bloody home where, by the looks of it she would be tortured, raped and murdered. And not in that order either. Great, bloody fantastic she thought.
Fenrir fled the room and made his way to the bathroom. He needed a few moments alone, her scent had weakened him. As soon as he had made the small cut on her leg it had attacked him, clung to his skin, his hair. Every fibre of his body. The scent embedded in his nose, all he could smell was her. Her blood. It was so pure, so untainted. Grabbing hold of the basin he took deep breaths, Studying himself in the mirror, he looked at the man before him. Would it be so bad if the Elders were right? He did not know, all he knew was what he felt and being around that young witch confused him greatly. That is one of the many reasons why he sought out the Elders in the first place.
Fenrir knew he needed to make a decision. He should not be in here, hiding showing weakness. He was after all the Alpha, weakness was something he forbid to show or even think of. He should be in there with his witch. Smiling slyly Fenrir decided he needed a quick shower to help clear his mind. Standing under the stream of hot water he turned his face towards the relaxing heat. Indeed he would enjoy toying with the witch. He still was unsure what to do with her, his body reacted to her scent like a force he had never known. But his mind told him a different story. It reminded him to kill her, to seek the revenge he so desperately needed. He would have to think about what to do. This was a big decision, something he did not want to make an error in judgement with, maybe he would take her back to the Elders then they could decide her fate.
He lost himself to his thoughts for a brief moment. Was she indeed the one the Elders spoke of? He was confused as to what to do with the witch. If it turned out that she was, then his original plan was not on the menu, but if she was not who they thought. Then he could do to her what ever he desired. Chuckling to himself he turned the water off, finally happy that he had made a decision on what he thought was the best solution. Stepping out of the shower Fenrir shook his whole body removing any unwanted water. Once he had dried himself, he made his way back towards the bedroom. Stopping just outside the door where his new pet lay bound and bleeding. He licked his lips as he reached slowly for the door handle, eager to play with his new toy.
As soon as Fenrir left the bedroom Hermione struggled against the restraints. Even though they weren't magically set. Thank Merlin. They were still tight. She twisted, wriggled and pulled at her wrists but they held firm.
"Fuck!" Hermione fell back against the pillows. Giving in was not an option. If she could help defeat bloody Voldermort she could break free of some feeble twine holding her in place. She focused on her right wrist, twisting and pulling until the skin became red and raw. Even the pain and blood which had began to coat the twine, did not make her stop. Her need to escape, her need to survive overtook any pain she might be feeling.
With a final yank the twine snapped. Smiling, she cautiously untangled her wrist from the twine. Rubbing it gently she realised she had to move quickly. Undoing the rest, she jumped off the bed lightly moving towards the door. Hermione pressed her ear against the wood, hoping the man would still be in the bathroom and not making his way back to her. She was going to escape out the back of the house and into the woods. She quickly scanned the surfaces around her to see if he had left her wand, but no such luck. She pressed her ear flush against the door listening to make sure that Greyback was not outside. Once she was positive he was not moving around. Hermione slowly opened the bedroom door. She was thankful she knew just how to stop the slight creak as the door widened. Taking a cautious peek not even thinking about clothing, she made her way through the door, closing it behind her quietly. She crept along the landing pausing briefly outside the bathroom door. Upon hearing the water running she quickly made her way to and down the stairs. The less time she lingered the better. Jumping the last few steps, Hermione raced towards the kitchen opening the back door. The naked witch darted into the night knowing her closet neighbours were at least 5 miles away. So she ran, she ran as fast as her feet would carry her. Taking a final glance over her shoulder at her home she headed towards the small woods. Her heels digging into the soft ground hoping and praying she had enough of a head start to get to where she needed, before the wolf noticed her absence.
Stepping through the bedroom door Fenrir realised that something wasn't right, glancing towards the bed he was shocked to find it empty.
"What the fuck." He growled stalking over to where the witch should have been. He was met with the pieces of twine he had used to hold the female in place. They were still there but untied. He sniffed deeply. Blood. He knew he had cut her but this was not from that wound. Inhaling deeply he walked towards the right side of the bed, lifting the twine. Noticing how blood covered it.
"Well well, the little witch is brave indeed." He mused. Throwing the twine back on the bed, Fenrir turned on the spot determined to find her. There was no need for him to run, he knew she had left the house. Silly little girl. Brave, she may be. But no one stood a chance against a wolf when they were outside in the wild. Smirking Fenrir walked out of the small house towards the woods. Stopping every now and again to sniff the air, making sure he was still on the right track to find his quarry. Oh how he loved a good game of cat and mouse. Stopping and sniffing the air again Fenrir smiled. She wasn't far ahead but he would take it slow, let her think she had a small chance to escape. Then he would close in, corner her. Make her go where he wanted her to go. Oh yes indeed Fenrir loved to play games. But the prize at the end of this game would surely be sweet indeed, in many many ways.
Hermione's lungs burned as she gasped for air. She ran through the thick woodland, her legs felt like heavy weights but she had to carry on. She hadn't stopped running since she left her house, clenching her eyes tightly she thought of her home. Would she ever see it again? She doubted she would, for as soon as the man caught her she would be dead. After he toyed with her first, maybe even torture her for escaping. God damn it. A bloody werewolf of all things. Bugger.
Bursting through a small patch of bush Hermione crouched down low to the ground, listening for any signs that the wolf had neared. Hearing nothing but silence, she moved on. Slowly winding through the thick under growth, knowing the larger forest was in the North, she used the stars to guide her. The cold night chilled her body. Shivering slightly Hermione had no time to feel embarrassed, her life depended on the fact that she escaped. Praying that she would, she headed towards the North hoping that she would make the short distance to civilisation without being killed.
Fenrir tracked the witch easily. Her scent invaded him, luring him to follow to pursue his prize. Silently he made his way through the mass of trees and bush treading carefully so he did not alert the witch to his presence. He scented the air frequently, she was just ahead not moving. Obviously trying to hear any footsteps that followed. He smirked, did she not know that he was a hunter? His prey never knew he was there until he was upon them. Taking them down, making his massive presence known. But only when he wanted to, only when he was ready to end the chase.
He heard her small footsteps as she carried on through the woods, pushing her way through the undergrowth by the looks of it she was headed North. Perfect. His cave was not far from where they were at the moment, if she made her way further along this same path she would be headed slightly off course. He decided to move this little game along, he wanted her to head towards his cave. That is where he would trap her and that is where he would decide her fate.
A loud snapping noise came from the right of Hermione. Stopping completely she listened for the source. Nothing. Waiting a few more moments and still nothing made it's presence known. Moving away from the direction the noise came from Hermione slowed herself down, the noise even though harmless, had scared her slightly. Making her realise that there are other things in the woods besides werewolf's that could still easily harm her.
After what seemed like an eternity, Hermione had reached the edge of the small woods the agonisingly slow pace had made the trees seem denser than they actually were. Looking around she saw no signs of the werewolf. She knew he was there, he after all was a predator. So hunting her would be an easy task for such a creature. Noting the vast open space before the darker, denser forest she knew the only thing to do was make a run for it. Not the best idea in her current state but her only option. Taking a few deep breaths, Hermione moved one foot out into the open towards her destination. Then she took another, soon followed by more. Scanning the tree line once again before she took off towards the forest. A sudden movement to her right had caught her eye, a lone figure had just broke through the tree line.
As her eyes locked with his, they flashed amber in the moon light. Her breath quickened she wondered why he hadn't made a move towards her. He smirked, the moonlight shining on him giving the witch a clear view of the Alpha males proud form. His eyes raked hungrily over her exposed body. Bloody git she thought. Taking a final deep breath Hermione turned tail and ran. She ran as fast as her tired body would allow, stumbling slightly over exposed tree roots she dared not look behind for fear he would be right there. Launching herself into the forest Hermione didn't stop running, her breath was deep. Her heart beat wildly against her chest, she could hear him now crashing through the trees as he grew closer. Not quite behind her, but off to the right. Her body screamed at her. It yearned for rest. Turning away from the noise of the werewolf, Hermione knew she would not last much longer if she did not rest. But finding some sort of shelter would be a hard task in these woods. But she had to stop, her body could take no more. Every inch of her, screamed for rest.
Finally stopping, Hermione leant against a tree. Thoughts of just giving up passed through her mind. When he did eventually find her, she would be too exhausted to fight back. Just before she convinced herself of throwing in the towel, her eyes caught a dark area just behind a row of trees. Quickly she hauled herself towards what may be her saving grace. Hermione had to fight her way through thick brambles. The thorns cut her face and body slightly. But that mattered not, as she broke through the brambles she smiled. Before her was a cave, hopefully an empty one. But a place to rest for a while. She hoped the wolf would stay on his path to the right, leaving her in peace for a few hours. Cautiously Hermione walked into the dark entrance there were no other sounds apart from her laboured breaths.
"Please god let this cave be empty." she begged out loud.
Her footsteps echoed off the damp walls. The cave had once been a home to something but by the looks it had long gone. In the far corner she could just make out a bedding area moss and other items had been gathered from the forest floor. Pressing her foot on it carefully, she was surprised to feel how soft it actually was. In the other corner were a few animal pelts, she gathered them quickly and huddled down on the makeshift bed pulling the pelts over her naked skin not a moment later Hermione had drifted off to sleep. All thoughts of danger chased from her mind by exhaustion. Her dreams were invaded by a large male figure. In them she did not feel afraid. No in her dreams she felt safe. So here lay Hermione Granger one part of the Golden Trio asleep on a bed of moss covered in animal pelts naked as the day she was born, silently being observed by the large figure of a man, who was most certainly not a dream.