It was the cramping of her muscles that woke her up. She rolled onto her back and stared up at the tree tops covering the clearing she was currently in. She took a few moments to check the status of her body. She felt no different. There was the normal muscle and joint pain that she experienced every time that she had changed. Maybe she hadn't tasted blood. Maybe with any luck at all she had not fed upon a living creature.
Moira raised her hand to push back strands of hair that were covering part of her face and froze when she saw the crimson red staining her hand. Darker red stains were underneath her nails and the smell of the blood seized her nostrils causing her to gasp.
She'd fed. She sat up quickly and moaned when she saw the tatters that her dress was in. Red stains running down the front of it. Her shoes were long gone, kicked off somewhere. She quickly glanced around but saw no one near her. Had they left? Had they forced her to become the monster that she was born to hate and then left her to own devices? Who would take her in? Where would she go? Her life was not the same that it had been just 24 hours ago.
Moira felt the tears sliding down her face but made no attempts to wipe them away. She thought of Nana lying dead on the ground and of the all the friends that she would no longer see in Huguenot. What had happened to Timothy and Rachel? Had Jonas gotten them out okay?
The snapping of a twig had her quickly glancing to her left and she moved to a crouched position, ready to attack whoever came over the small ledge above her. Bits of dirt were kicked and she watched them tumble to the ground and then she heard a low chuckle.
"You're natural instincts. You'll notice things will be different for you now. You're senses are more heightened." Varek stood above her. She frowned and then bared her teeth to him, emitting a low growl.
"Fuck you!" She cried. She lurched to a standing position and then turned and fled in the opposite direction. She skirted past trees and bushes and pushed herself faster. She did seem to be more agile, she thought to herself. She entered a clearing and paused slightly to listen.
She could hear footsteps behind her. She could smell Varek. He was chasing her. She pushed forward and headed for the small river that cut through the landscape not 75 feet in front of her. She didn't make it.
Varek tackled her to the ground and with his superior strength had her on her back with her hands imprisoned in his above her head. They remained motionless for several moments. Their heavy breathing the only sound heard.
In an uncharacteristic move, Moira lifted her head and licked at Varek. He stared down at her, his dark eyes seeming to grow darker. The pressure on her hands decreased and he lowered his head and nuzzled her neck. She arched her back and moaned…or was it a growl? She wasn't sure and she didn't care.
Why was she doing this? He'd forced her to do something that she didn't want. He was a ruthless killer, intent on finding Timothy and killing him for the sake of what? Bloodlust?
Her mind started to scream at her to stop. But her body ran by a different set of rules. His mouth attacked hers and their tongues began a fierce struggle for control. The grip he had on her hands loosened more and she seized the opportunity pulling them free to twist into his hair. He was strong, but she was no weakling. She used her strength and managed to flip them so she was straddling him.
She placed her hands on his chest and looked down at him. He had cocky smirk on his face and she licked her lips as his hands ran up her thighs to clasp her hips. She rocked against him and then in a flash she pushed away and was standing several feet from him.
"I will not submit to you." She said. He sighed and slowly stood up.
"Your loss." He took several steps past her and then stopped. "Come on. We are heading out."
Moira turned slightly and watched him head back to where the others were. She waged a small battle with herself. Stay or go. What were her options? She weighed her options and suddenly her mind cleared – she knew what path she must take. She could never go back to the life she'd had. She was not the same person.
Moira stepped out of the small boutique that they had come across in the next town. She'd bought herself some clothes to replace the torn rags she had been wearing. The shop owner took one look at her and feared the worst. Moira made up some lie and the woman seemed content with that. Now with a pair of snug low riding jean, a simple white shirt and a black jacket she felt somewhat better. She'd found some black biker boots and with a smirk bought those too.
"Well well. She looks better than that pitiful school teacher outfit she was wearing." Sonja said. Moira looked at her with a frown. Sonja stepped closer. "Just stay the fuck away from Varek. I smelled you on him and that was your one mistake. No more." She said and then pushed past her. Moira rolled her eyes and approached Zo who was sitting on his bike checking her out.
With a new found attitude she never thought she would possess, she arched an eyebrow and did a quick spin.
"How do I look, Zo?" She asked.
"Good. Real good, girl. You'd look even better under me though." She smiled and playfully hit him.
Suddenly a terrible cramp hit her and her doubling over with pain, clutching her stomach. She cried out and sank to her knees. The pain rolled over her again and she looked up to Zo for an explanation.
"It's the blood, sweetie. You've become what you were destined for and your body is making changes. You'll notice other things too. Heightened senses, strength you'd never thought you'd possess. Not to mention a need to fuck, which I am more than willing to help you with."
Moira cried out one more time as the pain hit her again and then she felt it slowly subside. She stood up and held her stomach. She felt a little nausea but that too began to fade only to be replaced with a deep hunger.
"Come on. Let's go." Varek said. Moira took a breath and then climbed onto the back of Zo's bike. She wrapped her arms around his middle and rested her forehead on his back. She had a fleeting memory of Jonas teaching her to ride a dirt bike but she pushed it away. She didn't want to remember her old life. It was painful to think about those she'd come to love and that she'd never see them again. She'd become the monster that they had told her about. If she wasn't careful they might end up killing her.
They rode for hours. Moira had lost count of them but knew that her ass had fallen asleep about 4 hours ago. She desperately needed to get off the bike but was afraid if she tried to stand her legs would give out on her. She almost cried with relief when Varek steered the group off the rode and down a makeshift path leading into the forest. Apparently hotel's were not something this group used. Moira would certainly miss that comfort.
The sun was beginning it's slow descent and Moira could feel the tug of the moon. She looked up and smiled when she saw the red ball making it's way up. An undeniable desire to hunt washed over her and she could not wait until she changed. Her lust for blood becoming more potent as the night quickly approached. They stopped when the path started to get too difficult for the bikes and one by one they all dismounted. Moira winced when she stood and then shook off the numbness in her legs. She glanced around. She could see nothing but trees. She took a deep breath and gasped.
She smelled life. The animals living in this wooded area were giving off an odor that had her nearly drooling. Blood. She felt her teeth elongate and she closed her eyes enjoying the feeling coming over her. Her body began to heat up and she stripped off the jacket she was wearing. She tossed it on the ground and then went to lean against a nearby tree.
She watched the others as they began to feel the change. They'd been going through the change unbound by leather and chains for so long that it was almost an easy transition for them. They were various states of undress. Varek, Doak and Zo were shirtless and without their boots. Sonja was in a black bikini top and barefoot. Moira looked down at her shirt and realized she'd not thought of what to wear while she was changed. She would have to deal with the lacy white bra underneath for know until she could get something else. Hopefully it wouldn't get ruined.
She pulled the shirt off her body and tossed it down with her jacket and then toed her boots off her. It became harder for her think and she gave it up to instead focus on her transition. She barely remembered her first night and she wanted to try to keep some memories of this night. She was not sure if she could though. Were the Lycan and the Human two seperate entities in her?
She glanced over at the others and smiled with Zo let out a loud howl. She glanced up at the sky again and saw the last traces of the sun's light dip below the horizon. It was time. Instantly her body began the change and she cried out dropping to the ground while it happened. Tonight she hunt again and tonight she would feast on blood that her body craved.