He watched her, with concerned eyes, as she walked across the courtyard. She still reeked of that disgusting vampire, and he knew what happened last night.

She had another nightmare. She always did, and it was always the same one. Her last day of freedom. The last day she was ever in her wolf form. He had never seen her, but he longed for it. He had heard the stories from the now dead vampire guards. Her fur was snow white, and she was supposed to be bigger than any wolf they had ever caught. She was a leader as a wolf. And now, she was too afraid to let her inner beast out.

Not that he could blame her. That kind of brute strength and killer instincts would scare even him. He would follow her to hell itself, if that's what it took. And she knew that.

Over the many years that he knew her, she had tried to sway his affection for her. She did not want his love. She believed it was infatuation, and that his true soul mate was somewhere out there, waiting for him. He didn't want to find her though. Her wanted Magdalla.

She wore a long white dress, with a golden rope under her bust. Her hair was loose and now in curls since it was regularly washed. She was being pampered and he was being punished.

Why had she not spoken to him? Why had she not sought him out, to tell him of the plan she had to help their brothers and sisters out of prison?

Him. That was why. That disgusting vampire she now reeked of. He could barely smell her own scent.

She stopped and turned her head in his direction. Of course she knew he was here. Even in human form her abilities was unlike that of any other werewolf, or vampire.

"Mark. What are you doing?" she asked. Her sounded uncertain and almost frail. She sounded so scared.

"You smell like him," he replied, not answering her question. His tone of voice was much harsher and angry. And she knew why.

"I won't explain myself to you. It's not like you'd listen anyway," she snapped and continued along her path towards the garden he was sent to just yesterday.

"How do you know that?" he asked and caught up with her just as they entered the tranquil sanctity.

"Because I know you. You a good fighter. But you do not see reason. Not when you're angry," she stated and shook off the hand he had placed on her shoulder.

He just growled and kept up with her, grabbing her hand again.

"Magdalla. You must listen to me. I am not sure what the vampires want with you but I know they mean you harm. They wish to kill you, Magdalla, please you must listen!"

"Quiet, Mark! You are just jealous. And for a stupid reason. They cannot kill me," she snapped and attempted to her rip her hand from his grasp.

"They are vampires, Magdalla. And I am no fool. They can kill anyone. Even you."

"No, they cannot. Because if they do, every single werewolf, every werewolf I have ever come into contact with, everyone at the prison will riot, and they will come for the Volturi, and they will destroy them and the world."

The silence that followed her statement was eerie, and Mark let go of her hand.

"It does not matter," he said at last, "I still love you."

"No, you don't love me, you love the idea of the power I have within my being. It attracts you, as it does every werewolf. My beast calls to you, and wish me to lead you, don't you? You would die for me, do anything for me," she said and stepped closer to him, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder.

"I do that because I love you!" he snapped, trying to deny her words.

"You want me, don't you? You want to know what it feels like, to have me in your arms, to kiss my lips, to be with me, in any way possible," she whispered wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning into his face as if to kiss him.

Her scent overpowered him, it was a wild scent of wood and earth, sea and sky, of freedom; somehow he could not smell that filth on her.

"Yes," he whispered and closed his eyes, leaning forward. She walked away from him suddenly, leaving him even more frustrated.

"That would be your wolf speaking, Mark. It is not love, only worship. One day you shall imprint on someone, and you will forget all about me," she said in confidence. She knew it was true. She was doomed to live forever alone, because she was not like all the other werewolves. She was unique. Mark would love another. She would never love anyone.

She had chased him for hours, and yet he never tired. The others were still following them and she was starting to realize more were appearing.

They fell from the trees with long metal ropes in their hands, the ends of which had hooks attached to them.

There was a crack in the air and she felt a sudden pain on her left leg. It made her speed up significantly, and she veered to the right.

There was another crack, but it was on her back this time. The thing that had hit her was stuck into her back with hooks and the pale ape that had it pulled it back ripping at her back.

She yelped again, when more cracks sounded in the air, and more hooks were dug into her back and her legs. More apes appeared; at least five held each rope that dug into her body, and they were slowing her down.

She couldn't remember the last time she had felt a pain so severe. There were more cracks, but these were the ones that didn't stay hooked in her skin. They came suddenly and left, over and over again.

She finally stopped. She could no longer bear it. The pain was too great. She stumbled to a halt and the ape she had been chasing stopped in front of her, gloating at her heaving pain filled form.

"See. She is just an animal. And every animal can be caught," he laughed pointing at her. She whined softly as they all started laughing, and she heard the cracking again, and the sudden pain on her body.

"Animal or not, how are we going to make her human again, when she has been this way for centuries?" one ape whined to the next.

Obviously it angered the ape and they attacked each other. All the while the others were pulling her into an enormously large metal couldn't move. Her body refused to do her will. She was in such pain.

"Magdalla! Wake up!"

She opened her eyes and saw Caius looking at her, concerned. He seemed so sincere. Where were the vampires from her nightmare? How long had it really been since she last tasted freedom? Would she ever be able to become that monster.

She felt a sudden rage, like nothing she had ever felt since she turned human.

She shoved the stinking vampire off her so hard he flew into the back wall.

"Why do you care?" she snapped, feeling an animalistic growl in the back of her throat. Why couldn't he be like every other sadistic vampire that whipped her, ripping skin from bones ever since she was captured. Torturing her to become her weaker human form?

He just looked at her, unafraid for some reason, until he grew angry as well.

"I don't care about you!" he snarled, "Or your filthy race. I care about what the others might think including your little pack when they here you crying out and screaming in your sleep. I, unlike you, have a reputation to uphold, and your interference into my life is definitely not to my liking. If it were up to me, you and the rest of your dogs would be all killed!"

There was a silence as Magdalla wished she could die. She wanted to tell him the truth. She wanted to tell him how old she really was, that she had stopped aging years ago. That she didn't even know what she was anymore.

"Sorry, I did not realise where I was," she said, her voice suddenly dead, gaining her composure. She looked outside the window and saw that the sun was up.

"I will leave you now, and if it pleases you, I shall call one of your whores?" she said, but she didn't know why she said it.

"Just leave!" he snapped, stepping into the light, his sparkling skin distracting her. She just nodded and walked out. She still felt that anger stirring within her, probably due to the fact she was sleeping with Cauis.

No, not Cauis. He was just another vampire, he wasn't important.

It was because he needed to vent out his anger, he told himself. Because Magdalla rejected him yet again. A thousand reasons why he was going to the witch in her magic garden. He would be able to live with himself.

But then things got weird.

As soon as he arrived where he went last week she attacked him.

At first he thought that she was being aggressive, trying to claw his skin off, but when he found himself on the ground with his shirt ripped to shreds and her working on his pants he realised she really was being aggressive.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he yelled and pushed her off. She fell ungracefully on her butt as he jumped up and had to hold up his ripped pants.

"I'm just doing what you want me to do, Mark," she said smiling. She pushed him unto the ground again and smiled, feeling his body betray him.

"Don't you want me?"

How do you like them apples? Sorry this has taken so long, this thing has kinda been sitting in my USB for ages and I finally completed it. If anyone reading this likes anime or manga read my other story and review please. And any comments on where you think this will go will be helpful cos im starting to lose the plot