The fight was getting ready to begin and Mel sat above high on a tree branch looking down at all of the dogs stalking around the trunk of the tree. Every once and a while they would look up at her and smile. If you could call it a smile. Mel shifted uncomfortably then waved her hand to shoo a small fly from her face. Little Ite was curled up in her lap sleeping soundly. All of the wolves gathered in a circle and howled signaling the beginning of the fight.
She immediately picked out Ty. He was a large grey wolf with matted hair. He took out all of the younger wolves first then moved on to the real competition. The boy that grabbed her last night was still in the fight and was putting out a lot of effort. He took out a much larger wolf she didn't recognize then before Mel knew it he was the last one along with Ty. Mel had no idea who she wanted to win. She hated Ty with every thread in her body but the boys name was Jason and she never pictured him with her.
He had just turned eighteen a few days ago and was able to enter the fight. She heard he was strong but he never said a word to her, except for when he was sent to fetch her form the woods. If she were to ever run everyone knew that Jason was the fastest and could catch her with ease. Physically he was better and she didn't have a real grudge against him but if she were to run it would be easier to escape from Ty.
All of the wolves howled and Mel glanced down to see her fate. Ty was limping out of the circle and in the middle Jason stood bleeding from various wounds. Each wolf was twice as big as the average wolf. Mel jumped down the tree when all of the wolves backed up. Jason stayed in his wolf form and his eyes never left her. She walked up to him slowly then kneeled down. Her kitten rested in the small pouch that hangs from her back. Mel pulled out a cloth form the same bag and began to wipe the blood off of her mate.
All of the others left one by one. When Mel was done wiping up most of the blood she stood and followed Jason farther into the woods. His fur was a dark grey and looked black at the time. His eyes were pure green like the pine trees surrounding then. After a second thought she realized where he was leading her. He was heading toward her secret place. Once they got there he changed back. His bones could be seen shifting as the hair shrunk away. His body was glistening with sweet and she could see all of his back muscles as they began to relax.
She tried to keep her eyes on the top half considering he was naked. Jason turned around and looked right into her eyes. His black hair hung low in his face and his body looked perfect, not a scratch was on him. Werewolves could heal themselves with ease. He slowly moved closer to her and she couldn't help but back up a step. Jason started to smirk. Mel froze as his smile came across his face. She found it really hard to break his gaze.
He came closer to her and stopped just before their bodies touched. His hand came up under her chin and lifted her face towards his. He tilted his head to the side. From where Mel was she could see the sun shining brightly over his hair making his hair glow a light red. Mel's whole body shook. All she could think about was spending the rest of her life like her aunt did, trapped. Tears flowed from her eyes. No matter how much she wanted to close her eyes and block out Jason she couldn't. She stood still and let her tears roll down her cheeks.
Jason's other hand came up and wiped the tears from her face. "Stop." His voice was commanding but at the same time had a gentle tone to it. Mel opened her mouth and let out a breath of air then wiped the rest of her face. Jason leaned in and paused right above her lips. Her eyes bore into his with anticipation. His hot breath could be felt on her moist lips. His body was now slightly touching hers.
His hand wrapped itself around her waist and his other hand remained under her chin. Her arms slowly snaked their way up his chest and grasped his shoulders. She closed her eyes waiting for him to lean in. When nothing happened she opened her eyes and felt the cold air cover her body. Jason had backed up and began the transformation to a werewolf. Like the mate she was she followed him back to the house and into his room. She walked into the cream colored room and sat down on the plain white mattress. She watched as the black wolf stalked towards the dresser than slowly molded his bones into a human shape. Jason put on a pair of jeans and a simple T-shirt.
He turned around and looked at Mel. The sun was starting to set and Jason was inches from falling into a deep sleep. He reached over to the window and pulled the white blinds down. He turned the bedside lamp off then crawled around Mel on the bed and pulled the covers over his body. Mel sat untouched on the other side of the bed listening to his breathing slowly even out. She stood up and walked over to his dresser. She pulled the sleeping kitten from her sash and set him down on the bed close to Jason's sleeping form. She toke off her jeans and shirt then put on one of his larger T-shirts over her underwear and bra. She crawled into bed next to him and fell into a deep sleep.
Her mother's scream filled the night air and the moon faded from a bright white to a blood red. A little girl was pounding at the back door with all of her might trying to claw her way inside and save her mother from a fiery death.
Her father's voice echoed out the windows he was calling for her. Smoke poured out of the windows and the noise slowly disappeared the girl was all alone with no one. She was too late. She stepped back in defeat and let her bloody hands fall to her sides. Tears flowed from her eyes down her cheeks then down her arms to mix with the blood. The little girl heard laughter from the very people who started the fire. She took off in a run and soon found herself slammed into a man's body. She looked up to see Ty, but his face slowly changed into Jason's and he looked down at her and laughed.
"You're mine, mind body and soul. Till I no longer have use for you and your body rots. You are mine, forever." His hands gripped her arms and his nails drew blood from her veins. She continued to cry and knew that there was nowhere to run and no hope. Her soul rose out of her body leaving her an empty shell to live a life without dreams or emotions.
There was no reason to live. Mel died, the girl left in her place was nothing.
Mel woke up with a sheet of sweat covering her body. The sweat mixed with the fresh tears falling from her face. She looked around reaching out for Ite, but no one else was on the bed, not even Jason. In a panic for what could be happening to her kitten she raced down the stairs and outside in only a T-shirt. "Jason?!" The man stalked out of the woods with a definite frown on his face. "Yes?" his voice was over commanding and anyone could see he was a little ticked off.
"Where is my kitten?" Mel barely got the words out of her mouth. She was walking closer to Jason looking at the shovel with dirt smeared on to it. "I'm about to bury the rodent. It peed on the bed last night." Mel froze with horror then broke out in an all out run to find her kitten. New tears ran down her face and her arms pumped faster. She stopped by a small hole in the ground. Next to a fairly large pile of dirt was Ite. His hair was matted with dirt and his body was lifeless. She picked up the kitten and cuddled it. Wetting his hair with her tears.
"Ite, baby wake up. Please don't leave me! Ite!" Mel fell to her knees stroking the dead kitten's fur hoping to revive it. Its neck was broken and its head fell at an awkward angle from her arms. There was no way it could still be alive. Mel looked up to see Jason watching her calmly. He made no move to comfort her or apologize. She leaned over and lowered the kitten into the grave. She stood and snatched the shovel from Jason's hands then she began to bury her cat.
Her eyes clouded over and the tears topped. Her breathing evened out and the last trace of the old Mel vanished. The woman burying the kitten was as dead as her lost pet. Jason stood off to the side and watched as the life drained out of her eyes. When she was done he grabbed her arms and drug her out of the forest and back to the house. She barely struggled as he pulled her up the stairs and dumped her body on the bed. She lay still as his hands roamed over her skin touching her breasts. He ripped off the T-shirt then unclipped her bra and tore off her underwear.
He rubbed her chest in slow circles waiting for a reaction. Mel lay still looking up at the ceiling not even feeling his touch. He began to move his hands down further to stroke between her legs. Frustrated that she didn't respond he moved her legs apart then took off his own clothes and rested himself between her legs. He met no resistance as he forced his lips on hers and dug his tongue into her mouth. He felt as if he was kissing a dead body. She was barely breathing. And her heart beat was slower than most people.
He dug his nails into her shoulders then entered her. He began to pound in and out of her waiting for any reaction. He expected her to scream in pain or lust but she only turned her head sideways and looked out the window. Jason grew tired of her lack of interest and was no longer aroused. He pulled out of her and dressed then left the room slamming his door on the way out.
Mel lay for hours only moving to gaze at another object for a long period of time. Just as the sun began to set she grabbed another T-shirt t then left the room for a shower. She took a cold shower and scrubbed her skin till it turned red.
She got back to his room and put on another one of her white dresses. It had two small straps and was skin tight till the underside of her butt then it flared out. She put on a pair of sandals then left the room and made her way outside. She walked through the woods. She stopped at Ike's grave and gazed at it lovingly. Then her head lashed up when she heard a twig snap.