Chapter 2

V listened carefully to Death's plan, engraving every word into her head. The last thing he said was, "If you wish to find your mother, you must embrace her past. If something moves, you must kill it. Your mother will await you on the other side of all this. Do you accept my help? If so, then I can give you the strength of the Anti-christ. If not, I shall leave your mind and never appear to you again. Do you understand that once you accept this, you have to make a blood oath to me and satan and that the contract will last all of your eternity?" V thought over this agreement. How could she make a decision like this now? She needed more time to think.

"How long do I have to make this decision?"

"I will give you three hours. You must not leave the sanctuary of your mind though. Those on the outside want to harm you for reading the information. Do you understand Veronica?"

"Yes sir. I understand."

"Then I shall leave you to your thoughts. You have exactly three hours from when I leave. If you make up your mind before the time is up, just call for me." A gold-encrested clock appeared and hung on air. He faded out of sight, but he said one last thing.

"Oh, and V, if you do decide to join Satan, you will be forced to kill as soon s you awaken." After that he was gone. She glanced at the clock that stood silent for a moment, then it started ticking. She sat cross legged and the mirrored floor. Was finding her mother worth all of the slaughtering? Would her mother accept her after all she had done? She was a murderer too, so she must be able to, but some people can not accept some one of their kind for they are afraid of even themselves. She clutched her hair, fearing for what her mind would tell her. She needed someone to help her make up her mind that was impartial to both sides. This was her mind, so couldn't she make one? She thought hard about her creature and finally, someone called to her.

"Veronica, I am here. Think no further of how to create me." She smiled and opened her eyes to be met with a beautiful wolf. She was blindingly white with heaven's eyes dyed green! The only imperfection on her fur would be a large, black picture in the shape of scales. She was Libra as she later introduced herself. they talked for two straight hours on how mothers were an important role model and how children needed them, however, that murder can damn you to hell. V brought up the fact that if she agreed that her soul would already be promised to hell. Libra responded with, "Then what's to lose?" V knew that her mind had been made up. She called for death and he appeared just as the clock left. he nodded to Libra and she did the same. V saw that one of the signs had disappeared from his fur. The Libra was gone.

"Have you made a decision Veronica?"

"I have sir. I will sign your contract, regardless of the consequenses."

"Very well then. Take the knife of satan's heart, and sign in blood." An ornamental knife with a black heart on the end appeared along with a piece of paper. She took the knife and slit her hand lightly. She took her hand and smeared the blood on her palm. She then placed her hand on the paper, leaving her hand print on the yellowing paper. It disappeared with the knife and something flashed. She opened her eyes to find a crowd around her bed. Most of the men were wearing suits and had blank faces, like that of a brainwashed bouncer. The doctor and another man were arguing over her and how much she had read. She sat up and one of the gaurds noticed her. He inturrupted them mid-sentence and gestured to her. They stopped when they noticed what the bafoon was talking about.

They ambushed her with questions, but before she could answer, something changed in her. Something pushed her out of the way and used her body as it's own, only she could still use her eyes. Something was controling her now. Something strong too. V closed her eyes after she found that she couldn't control her body. She knew very well what was about to happen to the doctors and she didn't want to see it. She heard the nice nurse scream and felt her hand slice into scream was followed by a gurgle like she was choking on blood. The only reason that V knew what that sounded like was because she had made the same sound when her master impaled her. A few moments later she was encouraging the beast to continue, hating the nurse for making such a hurtful sound. How could she bring up that memory? How dare she! V snapped open her eyes and saw the nurse covered in slick blood, dead on the tiled floor. She smirked in satisfaction. Serves her right, the little broad. After the others met the same fate as the nurse, she glanced down. There lay the bloodied bunny, smiling like it was covered in butterflies instead of crimson liquid. She lifted the toy off the floor and smiled as she ripped its head off. V had complete control now, and felt the same as before. She was the most powerful thing alive and no one could stop her from getting what she wanted. About then her morals and personality came back, and she screamed out of fear. What did she just do!? How could she possibly be proud of that!? She murdered the one person in this whole bloody place that cared about her! She deserved hell and all that it had to torture her with. She leapt back on the bed and curled up into a tight ball.

She felt someone next to her, and what felt like a paw on her cheek. She slowly lifted her head and met orange eyes, filled with fire, that showed her paradise.

Her feet slapped the linoleum floor of the hallway as fast as she could make them. Death had told her the plan, and now she had to go through with it. Her feet left prints on the white tile in crimson paint as she slipped. She regained her footing and continued on. Libra and Death were a few feet behind her. She could tell by the clicking of their nails. She skidded to a stop just before she smashed into another doctor. The two animals smacked into her legs causing her to stumble, but not fall. She squealed slightly as he grabbed her arm. Death jumped up on her shoulder and increased the fire in his eyes. He mumbled something quietly and the doctor froze. With one last phrase, the man went limp in the arm and twitched. Blood started to trickle from his eyes and mouth while V backed away.

"V, remember the plan. Run for the door." She followed his directions and headed for a back door that he somehow knew of. She burst through, not letting anything stop her escape. She ducked behind some dumpsters to wait for the coast to be clear. She panted and whistled for Libra, who quickly dove behind the dumpster and into V's arms. The young girl buried her face in the canines fur. She glanced at Death who was sitting on the ground staring at the two like they were idiots. She got a little frustrated, but decided to show him what it felt like to do what they were doing. She picked him up by the scruff of his neck and pulled him into the hug. He struggled at first, but he gradually gave up and let V show her compassion.

Once the staff had all rushed off trying to find her, she and the others darted out from their hiding place towards the residential areas.

She hid in an alley, the others skidding to a halt just before colliding into her again. They hid behind another dumpster to talk about where they were running to.

"V, we need to run someplace that no one could find us. Someplace that we all could fit in, or not be seen at all. " Libra stated, worried about being found.

"I know Libra darling, but I can't think of any where that's possible."

"Hey, girls? How about the woods?" The girls stared at Death for a moment before agreeing. Why? Not a clue. He pointed them in the correct direction and they set off at a steady pace, speeding up around officials. They stopped at a tall oak tree as far in as they could go before the sun heated them to a boil. Libra rushed off to steal some clothes for V. Death and V were left alone for the first time since before the pact. It wasn't that long ago, but it seemed like such a vast amount of time since then. She sat in front of him, a cat of grief, as a girl of no hope. Their eyes met, and they were claimed as equals.

Libra returned carrying a dress made of white cotton, with no real intricate embroidering or stitching, just a bit of lace along the hem. She changed into the simple cloth and set about making camp. Death went hunting while Libra and V made a lean to out of fallen debris. When Death arrived again, he was surprised at how much the girls had done as he was gone for about ten minutes.

"Nice work girls. Excellent speed and craftsmanship. I am quite impressed in your survival skills. V, while I was out, a thought occurred to me. You created Libra, and her symbol disappeared from my fur. Do you think that perhaps you could create the rest of the Greek zodiac animals?" V mulled this over in her mind, thinking of how this was even physically possible. Well, it didn't really have to be physically possible, because she had already done it.

"I guess, maybe, I don't know Death. Yeah, I did it once, but that wasn't me doing it. I signed the contract and murdered people, then you showed up. What was that any way!? I couldn't control my own body! How in the world did you manage to pull that off!?" V started getting angry. He never said anything about possessing her body, or whatever that was. He gave a long stare before answering, as if wondering how much to tell her.

"You signed the contract, so Satan used your body as he saw fit. All you did was give him more souls to torture. Wonderful, no?" He smirked at her, and she gritted her teeth. What is that bloody cat hiding!? She thought over what she could do to get him to talk. Well, torture was out of the question. After all, how do you torture Death? He's already been to Hell and back! She sighed and decided to keep an eye out for any weaknesses he might have. She crossed her legs and kept her eyes on the ground. If she didn't, she'd break down crying. The stress was a little overwhelming, and she had no one to coddle her. The was no one to hold her gently, like she had seen on the picture box, there was no one to tell her that crying was alright, and no one to whisper a lullaby in her ear before bed. She was the epitome of loneliness and she couldn't stand it. This wasn't a new feeling, it's just so strong now, and it's meaning is different. Less than a month ago she was sitting on the ground doing chores in the place that she had known her entire life. Sure, it wasn't a convalescent home, but it was the only one that she could think of now that had a structure and that was safe- or rather, safer- than now. V held back the tears with an impossible amount of willpower. She nearly broke a couple times, but only a little choke or whimper slipped past her brick wall. Libra slid to her side, resting her chin on V's arm. V wrapped her arms around her new friend, but she still maintained her impenetrable fortress of emotion. She clung to her beloved creation as a lifeline to reality. Without her lovely wolf, she'd jump from the nearest tree, and hope that no one caught her.

She glanced at Death, the same stare on his face as before, so she did the same as before. He hissed at the sudden altitude gain, but when he was embraced, he calmed down. Her arms cradled them both, hoping their heat would be enough to warm the deepest depression of which she was in.

V awoke in the shabby, run down little lean-to she had fallen asleep in. She no longer felt like crying, but she didn't want to smile either. How had this happened to her? How, in one month, did she go from an obedient little Rat, to the savage, uncontrollable anti-Christ? It all happened so fast. How was she going to find her mother if she couldn't find her life under the rubble of the past? V had created to animals out of her mind, slaughtered people, and was still sitting here living her terrible life. 'I deserve all that awaits me in Hell.' she thought.

"You know, if you keep going in that frame of mind, you'll never find her." V jumped as Death spoke.

"How did you know what I was thinking?"

"I didn't until now." He smirked at her and she blushed at her stupidity.

"You know V, it is quite nice out here. No one could find us, and it's so fresh."

"What are you saying Death?"

"What I'm saying is how about we stay out here? If you create any more animals they could blend in too. I'll help you build an actual house out here and hunt, and Libra could take care of anything you need." Is he serious!? How in the world could we survive? We would need a place to cook food, a place to sleep, provisions, and God knows what else! We'd die before that happened! And what's this about him helping built a house? He doesn't even have thumbs!

"Death, I don't think that's possible. You can't necessarily build anything due to the lack of thumbs, and we would need provisions for all three of us and even you can't hunt that fast Death."

"I can hunt as fast as needed, as as for the thumbs well, just watch." His body started to grow and his bones started to crack and morph. His fur started to fall off of his body and was replaced with what looked like black cloth. When it was all over, he stood at met her gaze.

He was wearing a black suit with a red and black striped tie. His hair was black, along with his shoes, and a silver chain hung out of his pocket connected to his button. Probably a pocket watch. His eyes stayed the same though, just without the cat eye look to them. V drew in a quivering breath and stepped back. He looked about twenty five, and she didn't know how to react to this. He grinned, stepped forward, lifted her up, and carried her over to Libra. She squealed slightly and Libra woke up. Her first reaction was surprise, then it became anger. Libra snarled at the stranger and was ready to pounce on him.

"Who the hell are you and why are you holding my baby V!?" V was startled by her reaction. Baby V? She was a mommy? To V? Of all the creatures and children in the world, this angelic canine chose her to mother? V started to cry over the joy that she was experiencing. While Death put her down and explained everything, V cried with a smile on her face. She belly crawled over to Libra and snuggled against her underbelly. Libra leaned down to her ear and asked her what was wrong. V didn't answer, but Libra seemed to understand by her smile and tears of joy. Libra continued her conversation with Death and V slept in her shaded warmth.

When V woke up, she found herself in a better lean-to that looked as if it actually required skill. She moved her arm to rub her eyes and felt something soft move. She sat up and found that she was sleeping on a pile of soft silk blankets. That wasn't all either. She looked to either side and found Libra and Death sleeping on both sides. Libra had changed too. She had beautiful blond hair and a nice, white dress on. She was holding V's hand. Libra was holding V's hand! V nearly squealed out loud but simply gave an inward laugh. They both were adorable when they were asleep. She laid down between them again to enjoy a few more moments of rest and happiness.