Sept 9, 17

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*Warning: Content rich in intense scenes. (Just thought you wanted to know.)*


Havoc

"Widespread destruction..."

-You should know by now


No One's Perspective-

The night's air wafted rather uncomfortably against his jacket, light eyes peering out in worry. "Travis," he hissed, the werewolf stripping behind the shrubs to the side of him. "Travis."

"What, what?" the man turned, eyes narrowed. "Dude, this is the third time. What is it?"

Gnawing at the bottom of his lip, the vampire furrowed his brows, emerald eyes shimmering through the night. "Lothur said that they have a black van, right?"

"And black shoes, and black vests, and black ties- Yeah, we get it. Elves like black. Your point?" the bearded man growled, shuffling with his pants that just wouldn't slip off. "Fucking button," he snapped, the other shaking his head.

"I told you not to wear those. How did you get your thighs through them anyway?" the vampire turned, rolling his eyes at the glare received. "Hey, I'm not the nudist here, you are. You don't have to strip in style."

"And I'm a proud nudist," Travis jabbed sourly, "Just...did you see the van?"

"No. It was navy blue," the vampire shrugged, settling back down behind the bushes. "You know how to put on the horns, right?"

Travis - having been freed from the jean's confines - merely snorted. "Who do you take me for Vendor? A yeti?"

"Well you're as hairy as one..." Vendor commented.

"Because I don't shave, unlike someone who spends their fortune on moisturizers-"

"Would you two stop arguing for one fucking second and just get the job done?" a voice erupted from the pocket of the pants. The vampire shot the werewolf a distasteful glare as he turned to his wolf form, snorting at the convenience that Travis couldn't speak.

"Well now's he's a mutt," he growled, fishing the phone from the pocket, "Anyway, where did you say the kid's waiting?"

"By the pub," David muttered, "Waiting for Travis."

"And we're waiting for the freaking elves," Travis grumbled, finally turned to his wolf-thing form. "And why do I have to be the decoy? Why couldn't Jade do it; she has light eyes too."

The voice on the other side of the line groaned, having to remind himself just how many times he'd have to go through with the explanation. "Look," the commander started, "You're not a Lycan, she is. She's not as replaceable as you are."

"Well excuse me for not having special blood."

"Travis! She also is a lot younger and you're, what, a hundred and sixty years old? You're fine," Vendor growled.

"I'm not even half of what we can live up to!" Travis snarled back.

"Just put your fucking horns on, they can be here any minute!"

"Where's the mortal at?"

"The pub!"

"Oh...right."

All grew silent as the line buzzed with quiet mutterings, voices conversing together. David breathed calmly, apparently shuffling for his own device. "They're there. Beck saw them turn the corner."

"How fast?" Vendor asked quietly, dim glowing eyes shifted to and fro the street.

"They're looking for a witiko all right. Beck thinks about five to ten miles per hour," the officer answered. "Best of luck to you two, call back when you've done it."

"Καλή τύχη," both murmured quietly, receiving the same on the other line. The screen grew black, Vendor pocketing it as he glanced over his shoulder, mighty horns sitting at the top of Travis' head.

"I have to hand it to Jade's friend, Cat is it? Really good with all of that..."

Travis nodded quietly, eyes narrowing in thought. "So, do I just mull around then dart down the road?"

"You have to make it seem like a dumb witiko; Lothur said there was two types. They're only after the dangerous ones... They won't go for you if you just act dumb but you need to get them to stop long enough," the vampire murmured, thumbing the small black box in his pocket.

"You do have the tracker, right?" the wolf-thing asked quietly, Vendor nodding.

Abruptly, slender fingers jabbed towards the side of the road, a black van creeping around the corner. "There," he whispered, "I'd say you just meander down the side here then poke out in front of the intersection. Don't act like you're following the rules, you're dumb."

"And this is why you're the smart one..." Travis muttered, crawling easily along the shrubbery. He twisted around to his friend, adding quietly, "Καλή τύχη."

"Καλή τύχη," the vampire repeated, nodding off.

The false-witiko maneuvered along the edge, steps becoming more calm and lazy as the headlights caught sight of his murky, red hair. With a quick, worried glance, Vendor stared at the long limbs, heaving a soft breath once he saw they were dark with paint. Glancing back towards the vehicle, he grinned as it slowed, black shades looking through the window with interest. "Come on Travis..." he whispered quiet, his Greek accent thick with his worry. The ginger wolf-thing stalked out from the shrubbery, leisurely selling his disguise as he padded slowly across the intersection. His eyes blinked towards the headlights, the light of them flashing white.

At that, the wheels halted, the atmosphere growing anxious. Swallowing the knot formed at the base of his throat, Vendor watched as Travis continued to mull along the road, pausing to stare at the flickering of lights to the scattering of birds. "There we go...now you're sold," Vendor hummed, silently morphing into his winged creature, fluttering towards the hind of the vehicle. The two elves slid from the front seats as he felt his two feet reach the ground, knuckles against the dashed yellow line. Pursing his lips, he pulled the small box from his pocket, clicking the side. To his pleasure, it began to blink red.

With the small thud, he started at once, staring up at the barred window. Dark blue eyes stared down at him miserably, the woman whimpering. 'I'm sorry,' he mouthed, the woman nodding whilst she shook her head at another apparent witiko. His gut dropped forcefully, recalling the ease of the way she'd moved from the glass; as he concluded, she'd either was caught from up close or the effects of the small nick had already seeped away.

Placing the tracker on the underside of the door, Vendor sighed wearily, noting that his job, at least, was done. As for Travis, he scooted to the side of the vehicle, eyes widening at the pair stalking his friend. Pale eyes discreetly flicked towards him worriedly, the two busying themselves with their conversation. "You think we should?"

"Check to see if it's an alpha first," the broader elf growled, Travis ducking his head down. In a flash of blaring light, the wolf-thing screech violently, struggling as electricity shot across his body, his skeleton momentarily flickering in bright, green eyes. Travis wrenched back in terror, mentally chiding himself at the mere thought of fighting back. The vampire, now fluttering to the sidelines, whimpered quietly, not able to do anything as Travis shrunk away from the descending nightmares, playing his role perfectly.

"That might be one..." the first responded, "You think?"

"Go and kick it already!" the second snapped. Nodding, the first swung his leather shoe back before it connected to Travis' ribs in a shattering blow. A yelp sounded, though nothing else. The ginger shook on the ground, whining softly as he restrained himself, imagining chains holding his wrists together. "God. A fucking waste of time... Come on, we got to go before Scylla leaves tomorrow."

"You think we should drop off this batch tonight though?"

"We can squeeze a few more in there," the second shrugged, heading back towards the van. "Come on, we can't keep stopping with every retarded witiko we see." With that, the van skirted down the road quickly, lugging off the poor souls alike the woman to wherever their destinies lie. As Vendor reminded himself, his wings flapping towards his friend, the tracker would say otherwise.

Immediately shifting, he crouched over Travis, ripping the horns plastic horns off of his head. "Jade's fucking smart. How'd she know they was goin' to shock me like that?" Travis whined nodding towards the horns, a poor conductor. "I mean, still hurt like hell but...fuck. I feel sorry for the chaps and ladies who had to deal with this..."

"Yeah... I think Jade was shocked twice...I think," Vendor blinked towards the shadows, a hooded figure jogging towards the two. "That, and I wouldn't put it past her for being a quick-witted psychopath."

"Glad she's on our side then," Travis grunted, glancing up at the teen who shouldered sweats and a jacket. "Give 'em here kid."

"You're going to change in the middle of the street?"

"You weren't here at Carnival then," the man muttered, his bare skin scratching against the ground as he slipped the jacket over his shoulders.

"Carnival?"

"Yeah," the bearded man chuckled, pulling his pants over his burning limbs, "You should've seen Tori at my party."

Blinking, the teen tilted his head, gaze flicking over towards the vampire. "What?"

Sighing, Vendor muttered, "He told me to keep quiet about it, her parents wouldn't want to know..."

"She competed against a dude and completely wrecked him!" Travis excitedly thundered, wincing as he stumbled back.

"I really don't get why you love watching people fight," the vampire wheezed tiredly, Beck handing the werewolf a cane.

Travis, pausing in his thrilling tale, gripped the stick. "How did-"

"Jade thinks of everything," Beck shrugged, "Which gets her in trouble."

"Eh, it's useful now..." Vendor murmured, reaching for the phone in his pocket. After all, he had an important call to make.

-(:)-

The truck shook as doors slammed into it, teetering as the headlights blinked off, leaving the surrounding four in the dark, bathed in the glorious moon's light. Large pine trees littered the ground among them, the curved road leading straight to the dense forest below. The dark blanket bordering the full moon swept across the landscape, leaving the stars to twinkle in anticipation. Four pairs of eyes gleamed down to the mountain side hugging the very same road - forking to the forest as well - watching as lights blinked on from square windows. The great structure, huddled within the mountain, stood sinisterly with its dark bricks and buzzing activity.

Pale eyes flicked over as the elder Vega sister grasped her biceps abruptly, grimacing at the prison. "Why can't we be the ones going around the area instead?" she whimpered quietly, shivering at the headlights roaming along the miles' distance.

"We have to be here," Dr. Retter sighed, folding his arms. His spectacles gleamed in the moonlight, leaving white rectangles to flash towards the building. "They don't recognize us as a part of the Occult Elite and I've worked in a building built exactly like this, actually, in Germany," he continued, glancing over at the nodding teens, "That, and we don't need much for the job. We only have to get into the security building and see what the hell's going on down there." He glanced down at his watch briefly, shifting his leather jacket out of the way, tapping his black boots to the ground.

"You make it sound easy," Beck muttered sickly, wincing at the several howls coming from the monstrous building; he could only imagine the sheer size including what lay in the mountain.

A smirk quirked across the doctor's lips, violet eyes gleaming towards the Canadian. "You forget I was bit when the Celts fell from their reign," he chuckled, "I've seen a lot... And besides, based on the calls down there, I think someone's doing most of the job for us."

"What do you mean?" came the mortal's question.

"They're all in distress," Jade answered swiftly, her brows stern and set, eyes not leaving the prison. "Something's happening down there and-" She choked on her words, worry ebbing at her chest. A strained cry echoed throughout the building, trembling the woodland down below as it was abruptly cut off, silencing every call once more.

Beck felt his skin prickle against his jacket, dark eyes darting wearily down below. "What do you think's happening?" he asked quietly, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"Dunno. Suppose that's why we're going down to the security," Trina mumbled, then adding, "So, should we go down now?" Footsteps crunching under black combat boots answered, the doctor nodding before following Jade. As the four marched down the road - the truck dutifully keeping itself hiding among the brush - the wind began to swirl warningly, keeping the chills constantly maneuvering down their spine. Distant yells thundered from the distance, frantic as their voices scratched their vocal chords. Stampeding steps echoed in the distance, leaving few guards at the front gate whilst heading back to the building.

Even so, the small group merely strolled, taking their relative time - quick as it was - to approach the gate. Eyes remained steady, constantly switching towards the shaking trees, expecting the worst to hurl itself at them. Though, nothing did as they remained in the comforting shadows of the mountain, the prison growing larger and larger by the minute. The moon, as they descended down the path, developed more mocking by the seconds, the white glowing more luminously as the darkness - their protector - took them in eagerly.

A catastrophic howl erupted throughout the property, immediately halting the two girls in their steps, the others pausing momentarily. Beck swerved around frantically, glancing at Trina who had elongated canines, her bones sharper while eyes dilated to the extreme. "Tori..." her breath stuttered, head shaking at the baritone cry. Pale eyes screwed shut, Jade thumbing over the capped syringe in her pocket. Not a moment later - giving no time for Beck to answer - a quick blast, or explosion, of bricks sounded throughout the area.

"We best hurry in our strides then," Dr. Retter muttered, jogging down the trail, the teens following closely behind.

-(:)-

The soft clicking of claws and breathing were the only two presences of the otherwise silent cell, the deranged witiko humming as it paced back and forth, white orbs casually staring off into space. It minded the sleeping bodies scattered about, careful to not trample anything down to the fingers and toes. Its ears constantly flicked to the stalking teen, her own white eyes glaring out of the cell. She sneered silently at the guard who, in turn, continued to cut his apple in pieces, chomping away at the individual bites. Occasionally he'd allow the splatter of juices to flick in her- its eyes, orbs narrowing above strong cheekbones.

As his stare ducked towards the side, a voice ringing out from the monitor, the alpha witiko glanced towards the other. It scowled its calculating thoughts, canines presenting themselves as it grimaced. It glared out quietly, halting in its pigeon circle as the guard strolled back, a gleeful grin painting his face. "Looks like Lavoar's active tonight..." he chuckled, "let's see if he'll beat the newcomer."

A pleased smirk crossed the witiko's lips, white eyes following the guard as he left, leaving the very capable alpha in a room full of vulnerable prey. Swiftly, it twisted around, horns growing as fur graced its body, halting the other in its tracks. The grey witiko blinked, tilting its head curiously. The alpha growled, haunches rising from the other. It scooted back, cowering in the corner as the greater beast fronted, tail swishing excitedly.

Frantically, it let loose a deep roar, interrupted by the grueling counterpart from the alpha. With a swipe of claws, the grey whimpered, scampering over the now restless bodies, eyes blinking at the sudden commotion. Hacks sounded throughout the room as a tight grip found the witiko's throat, the other roaring in its small victory. The grey witiko struggled against the wall as the others maneuvered quickly towards the bars, eyes watchful.

"Ted, go and turn, we can't have it- fuck," Samuel cursed, the grey going limp before smacking against the ground, white eyes observing its next victim. The three men - Ted, Samuel and Jack - turned in unison, the rest huddled around the small girl, eyes out as the alpha stalked, circling around the three werewolves. Its horns gleamed in what moonlight escaped the bars, the beast growling viciously. Jack took the offer of competition hesitantly, diving forward towards the witiko. As soon as his body crashed against the ground, his head rolling to the side, the other two charged forward. Their minds rattled at the image of the swift, easy death, claws and teeth scratching maliciously against the alpha.

"We have to kill her Samuel," the brunette whimpered, scattered towards the wall, "She's- it's not going to calm down." Nodding, the elder wolf launched itself towards the displeased alpha. In a flash, a fist rocketed towards his gut, sending his weak back to the ground instantly. He yelped suddenly, turning to his human formed with his deformed spine.

He gasped as white orbs grew brighter, tension pressing against his neck quickly. Hands pushed against its chest, Ted hurriedly shoving his weight against it to no avail; Samuel's hand hit the ground, blue eyes staring to the ceiling dully. "No! You fucking monster- ah!"

Abruptly an arm swung, hurdling him towards the wall; the almighty witiko wasn't pleased from the comment.

His jaw clacked against the stone surface before an abundance of pressure then smashing to his side. Soft whimpers sounded from the huddled group, two others turning to see to their fate. Ted slumped to the ground - red staining the wall - with eyes staring out blandly to the sudden brawl, the witiko piling its collection as each grunted their last breath. With each of those fallen, another joined, abandoning the huddle in a vain attempt to destroy the beast. With one last final gurgle, Belle collapsed to the floor, the witiko staring towards the bars.

Denise shook against them, eyes wide as her friend - 'The witiko,' she had to remind herself - stalked forward. "T-Tori," she tried weakly, grimacing as the alpha stood, towering over the small girl. "Please don't..."

Claws thundered down with its snarl, dark eyes widening as glowing orbs descended, reflecting the light she'd hope to see in the coming minutes.

She wheezed, clutching the bloodied chest as it seemed itself together, ribs cracking uncomfortably. Her breaths came uneven as the witiko jutted towards the wall, promptly smashing itself against the hard surface. It wailed as she whimpered, her lungs unable to sew together with the rib protruding through. Denise collapsed to the ground, shaking violently as hair and horns receded, dark eyes staring out at the small girl.

Tori whimpered silently, tears streaming down her cheeks as the death surrounding her rattled against her skull, the small girl staring out wearily. "T-Tori?" she cried quietly, the half-Latina turning towards her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." she pleaded weakly, her eyes glaring down at her hands, dyed in the red of her friends - people who fell by her very hands, all of whom alike herself. She crawled towards the girl, whimpering as she choked, red painting her lips. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry... I-I didn't- I'm sorry..." the singer wailed, oblivious to the small smile creasing the girl's lips, eyes staring at the true strength of her short-term friend.

"No, no," Tori whined, shaking the girl's shoulder. "No...no...I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Please...please no, God no... God- fuck, no." Her limbs trembled, hands clutching her head as she grunted, eyes skewed shut. Instantly she felt fur grow along her skin, vision blurred just as the door crashed open, the guard sprinting down the hall.

The elf halted, bright eyes gleaming out towards the witiko with a sinister grin. "Well look at you..." he hummed, glancing along the walls, "got yourself some, didn't ya?" The beast snorted venomously, the guard rolling his eyes. "Oh come on. I know what you'll want to do... Come on, over -" the door clicked, creaking open "- here... There we go." The witiko crawled quietly, nails clacking against the ground as the guard stepped to the side. He grinned at the beast before him, white eyes glaring out, highly unamused. "Now you want to play some? I've got quite the show for you later."

The true alpha narrowed its gaze as he turned around, striding swiftly towards the doors; it already made up its mind that no game but its own would be played tonight.

"Not so intimidating, are you though? I can have my back to you and you won't even do anything, would you?" the elf taunted, twisting around to find the beast still lurking behind. "Any day now," he growled, arching a brow. Smirking, the guard moved abruptly, tensing once haunches rose, canines flashing violently.

Its grueling husk made its way to his thumping heart, white eyes glowing mockingly. Its hind paws held the figure, hands leaving the cold ground. Horns barely scraped along the ceiling, the guard realizing his final mistake; perhaps it wasn't wise to turn his back on something that killed everything in its cell within the ten minutes he was gone for.

Three thumps smacked against the ground. Two rolled away, a head chasing the bitten apple. The body, meanwhile, remained sprawled along the floor. The witiko snorted, leisurely moving through the cracked door. It shrunk in frame, four paws then padding along the tile. The horned wolf trotted along the halls, hunt pooling in its mouth. Nostrils flared as an extraordinary amount of scents came. A tail wagged.

Claws clipped against the floor as it ventured on, ears pricking to one noise and then another. A small hoot of a bird from a window, steps making their way along different halls and voices mulled in the distance. The alpha crept towards a corner, head lower to the ground than its shoulders. The moon's light bled in rows from the barred window, a spotlight on the hunched shadow with mighty horns. White eyes glowed down the hall, briefly flicking to the ceiling where a light flickered ominously.

Down the hall stood two elves, both clad with dark black suits. A long braid was swept over the shorter's shoulder, his raven hair greased. The other wore a sly smile, nodding along with the conversation. The alpha continued to drown itself in shadows, creeping silently towards the two. Steps were in tune with the broken light, and glowing eyes unblinking towards the prey. "Well it won't be long until you get used to it," the taller elf muttered. "They always talk before the fights. Lavoar's one to shake hands."

"Proper manners, I'd say," the shorter elf hummed.

The other let out a great laugh, clapping the elf's shoulders. "I like you. Make a good wrangler, I'd say."

An owl screeched from the window down the hall, guiding their eyes towards the flicking light, the halted figure, and then the window. Both started, whipping their attention to the growling wolf before them. Dark blue eyes widened, the elf barely whispering, "Tori..."

Having not heard the soft comment, the taller elf with the white hair snapped, "How the hell- What's that doing there?" The horned wolf snarled, white eyes piercing through the air. The elf - as the other backed away - stomped forward. "What are you doing here you bastard? Where did you come from, eh?"

"Machus, it's no use, get away from her," the shorter warned, immediately pausing the other. Startling green eyes glared over his shoulder, watching the elf suspiciously.

"What was that?" Machus murmured. "How would you know if it was a girl or not?" The elf backed into the wall, half of his body illuminated by the hall to his left, gulped down his devastating mistake.

"I- The figure," he answered, "they have, erm, wider hips and aren't as...heavyset in the face."

"What kind of- NO!" The elf felt teeth snap over his calf, bringing him to the ground. The shorter elf trembled against the wall, eyes unable to stray from the scene before him. Machus wriggled, punching the sides of the witiko, tearing at fur. However, jaws became more eager, eyes more hostile. With a smart boot to the gut, the horned wolf was thrown to the wall. He struggled to get to his feet, though he had managed to. With trembling limbs, Machus watched as the alpha glared scornfully, sealing his inevitable fate. As its limbs creaked, the horned shadow growing to a monstrous height, the elf knew his time had come.

With a swift rain of claws and teeth, his mutilated lay across the floor, a blanket shining in the moonlight. The witiko lazily threw a dismembered arm over his shoulder, eyes steady on the next target. "Tori, please...I know it's you. Please, stop, don't do this," the elf pleaded. "Remember me? Joseph, see? We're all here, okay? We'll set you free...right?" The witiko wasn't enthused, only halted to flick string of flesh away. Its shadow danced in the flicking light, eyes sinking deep into the Joseph's thumping heart. He swallowed, internally reciting the lines of the Torah he knew by heart.

The witiko's smooth pace suddenly jerked, limbs twitching and breath scattered. It groaned painfully, staggering back before its knees fell quickly to the ground. It roared, grunting as bones ached and joints creaked. Joseph watched - struck with amazement - as Tori sat, alone, in the hall, shivering like a mad dog. Palms gripped the ground tersely, her eyes wavering to the gruesome scene. She whimpered, clapping a blood-streaked hand to her mouth.

"Tori," the elf called, crawling hesitantly on his hands and knees, "it's me, Joseph... What happened?"

Doe eyes watered as they switched to him, her head shaking. "I- I killed... I didn't mean to, but I don't know- I can't help but- Where's Jade? I don't know..." Joseph felt his heart shatter at the estranged answer.

"The Occult Elite are in the woods, so there aren't as many elves in the base itself. I've been sent in to tell them when the time is right to move to here," he answered. "A small team's also coming in here once they get to the top of the mountain, so Beck, Trina, Dr. Retter and Jade. They just left our little spot so they'll be here in an hour or so."

"No... I can't control it, I can't, I can't," she wept.

He inched closer, sighing heavily as steps bounded down the hall sharing the same wall he had coward against. "But you are now-"

"I know, but I won't be able to fight it off anymore... I'm getting weaker Joseph, and I won't be able to do it anymore. There's no use," she mumbled.

"Tori, there's a cure. Jade has it... Dr. Retter found it! You can be cured from this, I promise," Joseph. He stopped his words as the steps crowded the corner. He turned and glanced over his shoulder, the elves all glowering at the hall.

"What happened?"

Dark azure eyes glanced apologetically towards the teen before Joseph muttered, "She killed him." There was a quiet murmur before another question.

"How about sending her to fight against Lavoar? Wouldn't that be entertaining now?" The elves laughed before firm hands gripped Tori's biceps, raising her to her feet with a startling lurch. "Now look at her," the same elf grinned, "a right weak one. Come on, let's go."

Tori cried softly, unable to hold it back. She followed in their steps, going from hall to hall, the air pinching her skin. Vulnerability gripped her throat as she shuffled in their tight grasps, the idea of clothes hanging in her thoughts. Her breath hitched as she was shoved through a door, a dead werewolf lying on the floor. His yellow eyes stared blankly to the ceiling while the throat bled to the floor.

As she stumbled over the concrete floors, she became distinctly aware as of how many circled the odd room. Two cells were pressed together, sandwiched between walls that led to other cells on either side, though to the right they stretched down the hall. A man in the corner, covered in shadows, sat in a ball in one of the cells. The elves, meanwhile, chortled at their amusing entertainment, her cheeks flushing to a deep red. A chant started before it was screamed throughout the room, the man in the corner clapping his hands to his ears. "Alright!" an elf bellowed, standing beside Joseph who had indeed followed, casting worried glances towards the singer. "Alright! This bitch decided to go and kill one of us! So? Let's see if she can be a use to us, or join the others in a pile while this alpha remains king!"

A great roar pounded against the walls whilst the man shook his head.

She staggered into the cell, flinching as the door slammed behind her. "Don't worry, they won't do anything except watch."

Tori turned to the side, her brows furrowed. "What...what do you mean?"

"They only raise the middle part when we're both turned," he answered, adding, "but other than that, you can spend a day here and they won't do anything."

"Are you...are you an alpha too?" she asked, frowning in perplexity. The man shuffled forward before settling back down, legs crossed and arms hanging over his knees.

"No...and I know you know that. I'm an omega, that's it," he sighed, leaning forward. "Name's Trevor." he reached his hand out from between the bars, open and peaceful.

"Tori," she murmured, shaking the hand gingerly. He grimaced at the blood which gloved her arms to her shoulders.

He backed away to his crouching position, finding more questions to ask. "But you are an alpha," Trevor commented. She only nodded. "I'm dead certain that you're the only alpha here...all of the others are omegas. All of the more violent ones down the hall are, and there's some girls around here that are. But they killed whoever was here before me... But all are called alphas, when they're not."

"How could they not know?"

"The only reason why we know immediately is because there's scents, that's it," he hummed, casting a glance towards the elves. Most were in conversation, Joseph the only one lingering near the bars. "Are you another patient of Lothur?"

"Yeah... You're that author, aren't you? Lavoar?" The man nodded, scratching his untrimmed beard. He looked as if they had reeled him in from the woods - a wild man. "How did you get caught?"

Trevor paused for a moment, recounting the long months that he'd been in the prison. "I was walking to Dr. Retter, actually. 'Bout to get the medication but I was jumped... They've seen me around my house. I sometimes hunt and all and of course the horns are a dead giveaway."

"I got your medicine after you were taken," Tori murmured.

"Really?" She nodded softly. With the chatter dull to her ears, she felt oddly secure with the man. 'At the very least,' as she had thought, 'dying in the hands of this man wouldn't be that bad.' "Now I have heard of you from him... Both violent but he's said that you sing very well. Do you want to be a pop singer?"

She shrugged, answering, "I don't know anymore. I just want to be done with everything..."

"How young are you?"

"Seventeen."

Trevor sighed weakly at the response, shaking his head. "I hate this disease... It has no right taking somebody like you. At the very least, I'm near two centuries... I've lived a good long life. I should be needing to be done, you shouldn't." Both sat in a silence for a short while, eyes to the ground. They jerked softly as fists pounded against the bars, hoping to see a flash of white eyes. Though none came at that moment, leaving Tori and Trevor - and perhaps Joseph - safe for a few more minutes. "Are you mated?"

Tori nodded at the answer, lifting her head towards the man. "I accidentally turned and I bit her... I was able to get your medicine so I was fine but, yeah."

"I thought so... I smelled Lycan in your blood. Isn't it strange that no witikoes, or wendigoes for that matter, are Lycan?" he asked.

"I guess so, yeah."

"Well..." he gave a weak grin, his nails sinking into his skin as knuckles grew white, "it was nice to finally meet you Tori... What do you want to do?"

She watched as white began to pool in his eyes, flicking away from his grey. While humanity still stared, she answered, "Just to run during full moon...and not the damn monster."

"It is a common wish," his voice grew hoarse, "among us...but a beautiful one." He groaned savagely, skittering back as raven fur blossomed, white eyes glaring towards the half-Latina. It roared, throwing itself against the bars. Its grey horns shone in the dim light, the witiko licking its lips.

Minutes passed as it continued to snarl at her, sending the teen to the wall. "She won't turn!" an elf bellowed. "Open the bars!" Tori gulped, glancing quickly towards Joseph. All color drained from his cheeks, his eyes wide at him.

"Go..." she whispered. He nodded once, backing away from the ecstatic crowd. She felt herself turn, four paws settled on the floor. Doe eyes watched as the bars rattled their way higher, the witiko behind them snorting. It didn't even wait until the bars reached the top. It tore across the cells, sending Tori to scamper to the corners, and sometimes literally up the walls. Jaws snapped and a tail tucked itself firmly between her legs.

It eventually slowed, realizing that the wolf with long, powerful legs wouldn't tire soon, nor be slow enough to be caught. Tori huddled in the corner, trotting away as the witiko stalked closer. The elves traded money as the teen began to tremble. Her skull felt too heavy on her shoulders, and her bones began to feel as if they were shattering, a molten warmth flooding them. Her chest became too tight, and vision blurred.

The witiko and elves watched as the terrified wolf suddenly halted in a corner, back towards the predator. A low growl echoed throughout the room, the wolf slowly turning around. White eyes stared at the other witiko which didn't halt. It continued to come forward, eager to finish its prey. The alpha snarled, merely halting the other for a quick moment. It roared once more, finally halting its opponent.

The black witiko wasn't entertained. As the true alpha began to step to the center, the other circled it, eyes measuring each lean limb. It growled softly, earning a firm glare - a challenge.

The horned wolf grew to its mightiest size, some of the elves giving short gasps. The alpha was nearly a quarter bigger than the black veteran. Its horns curled thickly, a larger crown than the small tiara-like pair settled on top of the black witiko's head. It growled, pacing in a circle as well. The watches on few of the elf's wrists ticked, and the witikoes still remained in their dance.

But in one moment, the alpha shot forward, claws tearing at the throat.

The witiko screamed as white eyes faded to grey.

Trevor whimpered, watching the white orbs before him.

The alpha didn't stop until the life dwindled, vanishing all together.

It heaved its breaths over the body, the elves staring into the cell. "Who owes me! Come on, cough up!" a greedy tone chuckled amongst the small crowd. After many grumblings, all dollars landed in one hand as a fat wad. "Well then," he grinned, striding to the bars, "look at our new victor." He watched as the alpha sniffed the dead werewolf, ears remaining towards the elves. it picked up its head, releasing a great, baritone cry. The elf with the money grinned, stuffing the loot into his pocket.

The cells then rattled frantically, the witikoes and people squealing, scratching against the bars. "Let us out of here!" one bellowed, his voice raw.

"Shut it!" an elf snapped back as the alpha stood from its crouch. The room darkened, the witiko blocking the light with its massive frame. It eased forward, silencing the group of black suits while the cells still shook. It brought a long, clawed hand to the cell handle, gripping it gingerly. The cell door rattled as leather shoes scurried from it. The alpha snorted, stepping back to the body.

"It can't even open the door!" a laugh called within the group.

An elf shook his head, muttering, "But it tried to..." Silence - even the cells calmed with an eerie recess - had settled amongst the halls as the witiko grasped the limp werewolf's chest. Trevor hung in its grasp. The witiko stepped forward, pressing against the door. With a low grunt, the cell trembled, earning several whines from the other creatures around. The body flailed as the alpha threw it against the door. With one final heave, the door gave in, and the body crashed, breaking the crowd in two.

The witiko stepped out of the cell, eyes along the crowd. It snarled. Without a warning, its claws began to tear flesh, screams and hollers filling its ears. Elves began to frantically open cell doors, only having them slam back shut. "What are you fucking doing you idiots?" one shouted wearily, glancing over his shoulder at the gory scene. "IT'S GONNA KILL US!"

"Then let it," a man spat, a witiko all to distracted - clawing against the window in the back - adding, "we want nothing to do with it." The elf, about to give a retort, only screeched as horns crushed his spine, sending him through the cell. The man gulped, hurriedly attempting to break free. A swift storm of claws prevented that, sending him to the ground. The witiko now watched the alpha quietly, trembling violently. Seconds later, it met the ground with the same fate, a long gash along its head and neck.

The creature crept slowly down the hall, glancing into each of the cells. The witikoes, men, women or all settled quietly in the dark, shadowed corners, watching the white eyes with a fear they'd never forget. Not bothering with them, it mulled on, blinking into more cells. A man watched in the last cell, horrified as the alpha halted. "Please...God please don't let it come in here..."

He whimpered quietly in the center of the cell - as the light allowed no shred of black shadows - while heavy bars fell to the ground. The witiko hummed as it clambered out. White eyes began to descend upon the poor soul. He closed his eyes, covering his fate. But nothing came besides the scrambling of claws and the choked baritone grunts. Curiously, he allowed one eye to watch.

The alpha growled, trembling before jerking to the wall. It let out an angry scream, slowly shrinking until caramel skin shivered in the light.

The man watched as his heart pounded, the young woman weeping, her hands deep in her head. "Hey..." he mumbled quietly, "hey, it's okay." Doe eyes flicked towards him, Tori shaking her head.

"No it's not..."

"Hey, it's not your fault," he whispered. Steps echoed throughout the hall, the man frowning. "I'll protect you against them, okay? I'll make sure they won't get to you..." He shifted quickly. A grey wolf crouched over Tori's curled body, green eyes glaring out into the hall. The horns on top of his head were small, tiny nubs - he hadn't been bitten by a wendiga for long.

A moment later, he let out a low growl as a pair of elves made their way to the cell. "Get the fucker away from it," one ordered as the other marched forward. The wolf bore its teeth, hackles raised to the extreme.

"Get away you damn wo-" The elf screamed as it pounced, teeth to his neck. Once he dropped to the ground, the wolf covered Tori once again, snarling continuously.

"Oh, so you're going to be like that," the first elf snapped.

"Run, he'll kill you," Tori whimpered. "Run or I'll throw you!" The wolf paused, looking under its chest. Doe eyes watered before lips met its cheek. "But thank you." His tail wagged before he glared at the elf once again.

With a final growl, it streaked across the hall, sprinting to his freedom. The elf groaned, scowling at the singer. "We'll have you dead," the elf barked, yanking Tori by the arm. "We'll have you dead and your body strewn across the room, I swear!" She shuffled against his grasp, whimpering down the halls.

-(:)-

"Oh come on you little bitch. You fucking kill us and we'll send you to our best. Got that?" the elf snarled, a metal door wrenching open, sending tremors through her skull. "Fucking kill us and we'll have these fellow alphas kill you." She winced as her knees scraped against the ground, giving a harsh cough as she clutched her throat. The door slammed shut before heavy boots clinked against the ground, drawing her attention to the pacing witiko by a back door. "You ready now?"

"You better not be lying about my hunt, Fabian," it hissed quietly, the half-Latina grunting heavily. "What is wrong with that thing?"

"She won't be around for long," Fabian hummed, the back door opening smoothly, allowing the two to leave with it slamming closed a moment later. The room grew quiet, her whimpers echoing against the cold stone walls, little light shining through the glass behind her. The backs of several elves faced her, their ignorance and shunned motive shaking her limbs terribly.

"Hey."

Tori picked up her head from the croak, eyes widening as Shelby smiled gingerly towards the half-Latina. Her nostrils flared wearily, head jerking towards her. "Come over here..." The half-Latina obediently obliged, crawling weakly towards the small line of girls against the wall, the others glaring out from behind and to the sides. "Are- are you an alpha?" Once a nod answered her question, she shook her head. "I think that might be the first time they got that right..."

"No," the singer muttered, her voice scratched against her vocal chords, "They put me in the pit."

"My God," Shelby snapped, the others nodding wearily. "And- and is it true? Are we the only witikoes here?" Dark eyes lingered over her skin, most blotched with red stains. Tears prickled her eyes, shoulders shaking as the other grimaced with her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Quit talking to her. She's worthless," a voice snarled from behind. The raven haired teen blinked from her leisurely sprawl against the opposing wall, dark eyes blinking in the black shadows. "Kill her already."

"Ignore her," a ginger muttered beside Shelby, "Mary's just pissed she's not the one out."

"Oh shut the fuck up," another snarled - sitting beside Shelby - her words gaining the attention from the relatively kind girls, "You're just a sap who just wants all of the attention, didn't you? I saw you the first day here; you did worse than the fucking little girl." White teeth flashed below yellow eyes, Tori grimacing at the memory of Denise. "You didn't do anything then, so why would you now?" Her vision blurred, flickered once again as she felt the ache in her head explode, her bent limbs abruptly scratching back against the cold concrete. The couple who'd felt pity for the girl didn't join the ring of chuckles throughout the room, watching as her back arched and teeth snap venomously. Guttural noises streamed through her teeth, each more animalistic than the last. Shelby flickered her gaze towards the small shadows stalking behind the half-Latina, worry hitting the pit of her stomach. Few grew in size, horns protruding the top of their heads.

"What's wrong there you little runt?" the yellow eyes blinked, amused as they watched the shadows descend upon the singer, "Can't defend yourself against us? You're so small and weak, you know-"

"Violet, shut up," the ginger snapped, the trembles of Tori washed away, her breathing smooth.

"What? It's not like she-" Yellow eyes locked onto the witiko, white orbs straining her speech and breathing collectively. The pure, almighty aura wafted off it with ease as it stared down its victim. She stared back at death as lips ghosted a smirk, the same lips which had quivered when spewing estranged mutterings moments before. Her nostrils took in what the other two had done immediately, heart hammering to a stop as realization dawned on her; the air bowed down around the true alpha, the figurative crown sitting comfortably on its temple. "How?" she breathed softly, her voice shuttering as the dark shadows continued to hunt down at the very able prey.

Bronze cheekbones shifted as the witiko scowled, the long brunette hair's outline illuminated from what light escaped through the window. One set of soft pattering coursed behind it, eyes narrowing distastefully. Violet gave a short yelp, attempting to alert her fellow, her leader, from the grim danger.

Though she was too late.

Mary hadn't even paused to comprehend the gesture as the alpha whirled around, fur growing as limbs lengthened suddenly, great, proud horns resting at the top of its head. It snarled in vigor, its great claws clutching her head as its weight descended back towards the ground, promptly ramming its clutch to the floor. Her head exploded on impact, splattering the area around her neck in bits and pieces, all of which either white or a dark, foreboding red.

Claws scampered back, white orbs widening as the alpha narrowed its gaze. The true alpha stood to its fullest height, horns not far from scratching against the ceiling. The others growled at the towering terrors, standing at their own hind paws only to find their weak, brittle horns to be a foot from the concrete. The witiko only hummed its foreseen victory, the others swishing their tails anxiously. The shadows startled forward, only to feel the strength of nails claw at their chests and necks, teeth snapping their bones with a great power. Muscles flexed along the beast's body, calling for the end of each and every one with white eyes flashing venomously.

It twisted around once the small massacre halted, the last turned witiko slamming against the ground.

Violet sneered, darting to the side as claws rammed against Shelby, the ginger beside her crying out tersely. Both girls, moments later, fell to the ground, rough breaths scratching against their throats. Yellow eyes blinked back towards the creature, the true alpha growling. It snatched her, claws digging into skin as she whimpered in its grasp. "Please...please have mercy," she pleaded, the clutch then slacking. A premature sigh of relief escaped her lips before Violet felt her weight lift in a mere second before the room whirled past abruptly.

Glass shattered as her back splintered against it, bars having bent from the abrupt slam. Her body skirted towards the line of black leather shoes, red trailing from the shadowed room. Claws clinked against the glass, the witiko crawling through the hole, eyes glancing about as it worked its calculations.

"How did it kill all of them?" a voice squeaked, heads turning towards the speaker.

"What do you mean?" Scylla, teeth bared as the brunette shrunk, "What were you keeping in that chamber?"

The beast halted, ears perking in interest. Charybdis, eyes locked on with equal curiosity, tugged at the sleeve of the woman beside her. Scylla glanced over, the intelligence reeking off of the witiko. "Answer me now!" she growled, jerking her attention back towards the elf, "What were you keeping in there?"

"All of the alphas that we had that were the strongest!" the elf answered, eyes kept towards the witiko.

"Including this girl?" Charybdis snapped, gesturing towards the body on the floor. As there was a quiet, hesitant hum of agreement, she furthered, "Where all of them girls?"

"Uh, y-yeah... Yeah, all of them were," the elf nodded.

The two pursed their lips as the witiko began to pace about, snarling at the elves along the walls. "How the hell is that possible?" Scylla spat, "Only one out of forty-five werewolves are alphas and out of that, only one out of a hundred is a female. How the hell are you finding that many female alphas?"

"They were aggressive!" the elf raised his hands, adding, "and that one wasn't when we got her here!"

"The witiko or the girl?"

The room grew silent other than the clacking of nails, white eyes blaring out decisively towards its next victim - too many to choose, too many to decide.

"You ignorant bastards! Just shoot the damn thing and kill it! You have no control over it whatsoever!" Charybdis gestured towards the firearms were raised, aimed and readied at the witiko. It reared violently towards the first few shots, claws slashing against flesh. Immediately the confrontation turned into a brawl, then a bloodbath, and then a game of cat and weak, staggering mice. Horns rammed into the walls, crushing whatever in the middle. As elves fell like flies, Charybdis roared in a fiery rage. "You damn bastard! I'll have you dead in the next sec-"

She grunted at the blunt force against her chest, a sharp, clawed foot kicking her to the wall. Scylla screamed as she fell to the floor, eyes towards the mocking orbs above. They gleamed in satisfaction before teeth were bared. Charybdis wriggled in its grasp, whimpering at the monster she had created. Her shoulder blades smacked against the floor before her chest was split in a white hot line. Hunger filled the nostrils of the beast before it bent down, ripping the most vital organ of her body. Her screams sunk away in agony, the alpha witiko enjoying its meal. Once there was a successful crater between the lungs, it turned towards Scylla who cooed pitifully at her wound.

The heart was spat maliciously at the floor, white, pearly eyes glaring at Scylla.

She felt her own heart shatter as her eyes rested on the brutal, morbid mess spilled on the cool concrete. She didn't flinch once the corner walls of the cell collapsed, the witiko howling moments before. However, her body shook with the cry, feeling the howl's vengeance.

-(:)-

His strides tumbled down through the trees, eager to get to the distant lights down below. His swift, long raven braid followed as he fled, arms waving out frantically. "Don't go in there!" he called. "Don't go in there!" Figures poked their heads from their individual hiding places, recognizing the call.

"Hey, hey, Joseph," a steady voice beckoned, the elf falling to slower strides. "Listen to me," David trudged around the corner, robe fitting his sides as he reeked of the musty ground, "Just explain what's happening."

Joseph nodded, gasping for air. He trembled in his stance, needing to sit beside the trunk of the tree next to him. "I- I- I- Everything's gone to shit. I- They-"

"What happened?" David crouched down, few members of the party circling the two. Dark eyes flickered over the rather pale complexion, the elf sorrowful in his gaze.

"The elves... It's Tori, they can't control her. She- From what I heard, they put her in this cell with a bunch of others that had unresponsive witikoes and she killed them all, escaped, went down the halls, attacked me and killed another, and then fought and- and killed them and...my God David, there's blood everywhere. If she hadn't turned when she had, I would have been killed." He coughed at the end of his explanation, a bottle of water handed to his grasp.

"Wait, turned? Why is she..."

"How long has she had the medicine out of her system for?" Joseph fiddled with the cap, adding, "Retter said that the thing that was shot out of her fought it off, right? And then, remember, full moon's coming quickly so and she doesn't have any vaccinations since she was six? She's fighting the witiko off, definitely, but it won't be enough. It's strong."

"So what do we do then?" a grueling voice piped in, eyes down towards David.

Shrugging, David murmured, "We keep to the forest. That's all, we just keep doing what we're doing. Scylla and Charybdis are both in there so that will take care of the main leaders of all of this..."

A dreadful howl soon filled the air, demolishing any ounce of pure bliss left in the air. Merely minutes later, a great thunder of terror rocketed through the atmosphere, snapping all eyes towards the prison.

"My God..." Joseph breathed, fearing the worst to come. "It's out."

-(:)-

As the wind swept just outside the small building, keys clacked as screens switched. Lothur, having his fill, smacked his lips before dropping the elf. Trina and Beck, meanwhile, looked away from the pale body. "And that, my friends, is how to cook thanksgiving dinner," Dr. Retter grinned before glancing down towards the body. "Thanks Phil, you little piece of shit." He trotted towards the computer which sided Jade, his monitors switching immediately a large board room, crowded with elves.

"So," Beck mumbled, "this is the place she was kept in?"

"I guess," Trina muttered, "and it's pretty big."

Rolling her eyes, Jade twisted back towards the monitor screens, the absolute havoc thundering through. Lothur, however, remained fixed on the board room, the glass flickering in the white light bathing the whole room. "Hey," he murmured, bringing Jade's attention from the staggering singer, hands to her head as she was drug from the halls, whimpering. She blinked the image away, eyes narrowing at his gesture, moving his finger towards the dark screen. Several girls strolled around the room dully, only one with white eyes glaring out mulling about passively. "They keep referring to them as alphas..." he commented, Jade nodding slowly.

"And?" she asked quietly, violet eyes switching towards her.

"They're not."

As Jade leaned in closer, eyes flicking along the screen while Dr. Retter gestured towards the rest, Beck shuffled closer. "What makes an alpha then?" he asked, setting down the clothes beside from what was in his pocket.

"Well, it's the same difference between Trina and Jade," the vampire swiveled around the chair. "What do you think?"

"Erm..." he mumbled, noting the curiosity in the question, "Jade's more aggressive?" The goth sighed, blinking at the monitors as the turned witiko growled, only snorting at the others.

"Well...yeah," the doctor admitted, "But that's not what defines an alpha. There are no such things as alphas or whatever in wolves, only werewolves. You see, alphas are closer to their 'wolf-self' as they call it. They can act a bit more primitive, wild essentially, when in their turned form. They have stronger senses when turned, as well, and are usually stronger, faster, that type of thing. And when human-"

"You get fucking headaches because all of the freshmen are yelling their balls off and constantly putting too much or not enough deodorant," Jade snapped bitterly.

She turned her head as she felt a warm hand on her shoulder, Beck grinning sheepishly. "I'm sorry." The Canadian then turned towards the man, leaving Jade to her ministrations. "So then, what are they?"

"Every single one of the 'alphas' in the building, according to the elves, are omegas. They're dangerous, yes, but because of the parasite. Now," he breathed, violet eyes flickering towards another screen. The monstrosity of Tori's witiko crashed into a cell, roaring at the whimpering "alphas" as they made various attempts to claw themselves through the windows and doors. "Now," he cleared his throat, tearing his attention from the screen, "I doubt that it's a coincidence that that right there -" he pressed on the screen "- is the most powerful, violent of them all; Tori is the only alpha, and a female one at that, who's a witiko... None of the people kidnapped by these bastards are alphas besides her. None. That, right there, is a true alpha witiko."

"But, but then...why do they think that the omegas are alphas then?" Trina's husk rang behind them, the three looking to the now turned werewolf.

The scientist shrug simply. "Because elves value the mind over the brawn; even though Tori's witiko may be the most calculative one I've ever encountered, the omegas are able to communicate verbally because of their sense of control. I don't doubt that these girls here were conditioned to do this... Poor Shelby," he added, staring pitifully at the screen as one of the girls glanced at the pacing witiko, arms wrapped around her knees.

"Come on Trina," Beck turned around with a small shake of the head, "Let's go and try to find the others around the border." As the Canadian strolled passed, he chuckled at her wag of the tail, maneuvering around the drained elf - something which he assumed he would have to get used to seeing.

After the door closed behind the pair, Dr. Retter began chuckling, his quiet laughs beginning to grow darker by the second. "What?" Jade asked, leaning against the table, arms folding.

"Oh," he smirked, "I shouldn't be laughing... It's just, hell, their lack of care in their research about the one species they hate the most may be their downfall. Gotta know your enemy better than your friends." Sighing, Dr. Retter brought himself to his feet, snatching his pistol from the table. "Ready?"

"Yeah..." she muttered quietly, her steps soon following the vampire out from the small room. "Now we just follow the trail?"

"We just follow the trail..."

As it had turned out, once the two had breached the front doors - more like strolled towards it - nothing was in their way to stop them. The doors, with a quirk of Jade's eyebrow, were wide open. "For a bunch of fucking elves you'd think one would have a brain," she growled, the vampire nodding.

"And to think that people switched elves and vampires around," he scoffed, "I mean, come on... We like werewolves!"

"Okay, don't get too excited. The one at the store hates me," Jade smirked.

Their respective heels clacked against the smooth, clean tiles, everything organized aside from the tipped chairs. "Perhaps that's because you let a bat loose in his shop and blamed it on me."

"You were the fucking bat."

"Oh come on," Dr. Retter grinned toothily, "Don't all werewolves have pet bats?" As a reply, he got none aside from the opening of the door, Jade going through quickly. He chuckled quietly, jogging towards her before glancing around. "They've renovated," he observed, the strong steel pipes running along the edges of the walls, solidifying the structure. The Lycan nodded quietly, moving towards a heavy metal door, a label beside it reading 'Cells 1-35.'

"This way you think?" she turned towards the vampire.

He nodded slowly, pursing his lips. "Wasn't she in cell twenty-eight originally?" Jade murmured an agreement, the door thusly opening with a creak; it was unlocked. Both rolled their eyes at the security, even if they had just witnessed all of the guards in the building being slaughtered within the sights of the cameras. Their breaths flowed visibly in the chilled atmosphere, sparks flying from the various switches monitoring the electric essentials beside the door. "Well," the goth muttered, eyes flicking about the stone walls, "I think the renovations stop here."

"You're telling me..." Lothur grumbled, stepping forward. "My God... I-I...fuck."

Pale eyes followed the pointing gesture, resting on the blood bath ahead. Both crept forward, hesitantly following the trail that the alpha witiko had made. Jade glanced in the one lone cell in the row, grimacing at the piles of pure death within. She glanced down pitifully, a knot forming as dark eyes ghosted at her, the small girl's raven locks falling in various directions. She jerked as the doctor gave into his vomit, red flowing towards the floor. "God damn it," he spat, weakly resting against the wall, skin paper white as his vessels screamed for more blood.

"Come on," Jade jerked her head, "You'll find someone else to feed later. We need to get going. D'you know where the board room would be?"

Coughing, he nodded, pushing his glasses to the bridge of his nose. "Yeah. We'll be able to cut through the gore... She went all over really, which enabled it to kill everything alive in here. Come on, if this one is like Germany's, we'll be able to get there quickly." And so their steps went room to room quickly, all elves found lying about in a pool of their own blood, unresponsive. The absolute terror that had rummaged through the building in a matter of minutes would've baffled - Jade was sure - even the best of horror authors. With film directors, however, she was hesitant to say the same.

And, in a matter of minutes, they paced through the hall leading straight towards the board room. With a strong snarl Jade kicked the door out of the way, eyes glaring out into the room. Elves were cluttered everywhere, each in their own position. She sneered at the weeping in the corner, Dr. Retter gasping as he lowered himself to the table, clutching his heart. Scylla raised her head, eyes narrowing as she held Charybdis in her arms. "It killed her..." she snarled, "She killed my girl-"

"And you," the goth's voice rattled through its animalistic husk, her teen sharpening, "You fucking bitch took her from me!" Abruptly, Jade hoisted the elf to her feet, growling at the fear in the woman's eyes.

"What are you talking about?" the blonde snapped, "Are you telling me you're her mate?"

"Fuck you," the teen spat, fist reaching back before connecting - with a satisfying crunch - with the perfect, little nose. Scylla yelped, drawing back aggressively from Jade's fists, blue eyes watering with a sharp pain, her hands clutching her nose. "Now I'll-"

"Wait," Lothur wheezed from behind, his cold touch gripping her shoulder. "Let-let me do it." His violet eyes gleamed without his spectacles, fangs elongated to their fullest while strands of hair fell from his usual clean cut. Jade nodded, stepping back leisurely whilst the vampire stalked his prey. She played idly as Scylla squeaked, Dr. Retter latching on with a hungry groan. Soon her whimpers died off, her frail body collapsing to the ground while the doctor squirmed. "Ugh."

"What? Didn't suit your tastes?" Jade smirked.

"No," he growled, licking his red tainted lips before pressing his glasses to his nose, "Tasted worse than fish, God. I never expected that... I'd rather lick what's on the ground."

She rolled her eyes at the comment, her strides leading towards the glass and the scattered bodies within the cell. They crunched below their footsteps as they continued forth, eyes peering towards the great crater in the corner of the cell. "Well, we know what caused that huge noise," she murmured, Lothur nodding.

"None of the cameras got this," he added. Stepping through the hole, Dr. Retter whispered over his shoulder, "There's some down there."

"What?" Jade hissed.

"An elf and a witiko...looks like an omega since it isn't attacking him," he observed quietly. "They're talking actually."

"What?" came a repeated question. The doctor only gestured down towards the trees, quiet mumblings managing to reach their ears. "How the hell?" Jade grumbled quietly.

Dr. Retter inhaled slowly, formulating his thoughts. "Perhaps...because it's an omega, they'd be able to have control like any other werewolf."

"But the parasite-"

"I don't know, that's just what I'm assuming," he shrugged. Both watched the pair as they patrolled the small section of trees, eyes scanning the circle. As the minutes passed, the duo edged themselves into the forest, soft sounds of interesting coming to their ears.

"What are they looking for?" Jade hummed.

He only shrugged. "Perhaps Tori, wherever she is... But maybe our camp too, dunno." Jade nodded at the confirmation, sighing heavily. The computer monitors flashed in her consciousness, black, red and grey being three of the color scheme. She hadn't felt her eyes prickle until a hand was placed gently on her shoulder. She frowned as Dr. Retter asked, "What's wrong?"

"I hate everything about this," she gasped, "everything. Tori of all people shouldn't be here, and not because of her fucking witiko." The vampire nodded, his hand rubbing soothingly across her shoulder.

"It will be all better soon..."

"Don't tell me that. The war, it won't be over tonight and you know that," Jade spat. Dr. Retter pursed his lips, softly bobbing his head.

"That is a point, but the tables will turn tonight. There won't ever be a loss of hope because of what you hold," he whispered. A twig snapped abruptly, flicking both of their attention over their shoulders. An elf sneered from behind, a long rifle in his grasp.

"What do you think you're doing?" he snarled.

"Run..." Lothur breathed, "it's too important to fight, run!" Jade gave a short nod before launching herself over the steep slope, grunting as she began to slide down. She grimaced, imagining the soles of her boots to not last as long as she'd liked. Down the short slope - as it wasn't what would be described as a cliff - the Lycan picked herself up, hands stinging. She ignored it as Dr. Retter fluttered through the air, joining her with great wings.

"You're a lucky bastard, you know that?" she muttered. The bat nodded. A horrid growl jolted them from their momentary peace, the omega and the other elf - Fabian - climbing from the brush. A shot fired, ringing through the air. Both watched as the other elf sprinted down, his rifle up in the air. "Shit..." she muttered as Dr. Retter quickly morphed.

"Go and run...I'll take care of them," he whispered quickly before he began to flutter as a bat once more, streaking towards the pair. Gulping, she hesitated as the witiko squealed, Fabian's arms flailing. She darted forward quickly, eyes over her shoulder. Her foot, however, caught an exposed root, sending her down a short distance.

The ground didn't feel comfortable underneath her as she smacked down against it. Jade winced as she rolled over, clambering to her feet. A harsh crash sounded from behind, immediately having the Lycan spin in place. The omega smiled crookedly at her, teeth shining in the moonlight. It's nostrils flared as it inhaled deeply, white eyes straining to keep to Jade.

"I thought I smelled you before," it hummed quietly, ears flicking to the side as Fabian landed just as roughly as it did. "Wasn't it a-a Lycan who attacked the van?"

"From the campsite?" the elf muttered. The witiko briefly bowed its head. "What, do you think she's the one?"

"Think," it snarled scornfully, "think? I know! I've smelled her before!" The omega snapped towards the goth, creeping forward eagerly. "How do you feel," it began, "knowing that your scent was written all over her, even through the layers of blood and filth? It's strong, ain't it?" It sniffed carefully as Jade sneered, the breath of the omega not found to be pleasant. "But that confuses me...how is it that two alphas have mated?"

With a quirk of a sinister smirk of her own, Jade managed, "Luck?"

It chuckled quietly, glancing over its shoulder as the other elf hopped forward, Dr. Retter's glasses flashing amongst the trees. "Luck..." it mulled. "Perhaps, though I think not. Not now." I growled before a swarm of claws thundered down towards Jade, only able to cut through the air. It hissed venomously, ignoring the dual behind it, the doctor successfully shoving the rifle from Fabian's grip. Jade, quickly finding a long piece of jarred wood, swung the makeshift weapon at the witiko.

It immediately shrieked, clutching its blood-sodden nose in agony.

As the thespian made to scramble off, a horrible fire from a pistol rang in her ears, a white-hot pain searing in her left calf. "Fuck," was grunted as she collapsed to the ground, her grip slapping over the open wound.

"Finish her off, would you?" Fabian snapped towards the other. Dr. Retter, meanwhile, felt the trigger against his index, the bullet slicing through the already aggravated beast. It merely swung at him before darting towards Jade who still struggled on, down the steep slope.

Her breathing grew terse as her vision blurred. Jade choked as nails dug into her ankle, her mind managing only one thing.

"TORI!"

-(:)-

It clawed against the large log curiously, the wood so malleable underneath its strength. The horned beast reached back before its long claws hurtled down towards the object, splinters splicing through the night's sky. The witiko blinked with its white, pearly eyes lazily, ears flicking about towards the distant noises around: birds flapping their wings, small critters rustling about, voices in the night. It turned its head towards the conversation, finding a boy's voice ringing through the trees.

On it stalked, carefully placing its limbs against the soft ground. The moon bore above, the alpha's shadow intensified. The crackling of a fire soon came, a tent poking from the ground. The beast lowered its vision down below, finding a clearing down a small ledge, a younger teen with soft blond hair with an older woman murmuring over the fire. His grey eyes glinted, not wavering from the woman. "Thomas, like I said, we have to be here and not wander off! Anybody fighting will need provisions and some care before going back and that's what we're in charge of," she hushed the boy.

"But Mom," he whispered quietly, "I need to find some people who could keep hold here! Ben and the other's haven't been back for a while now and I don't feel safe with this stupid taser."

"That taser will save your life, I tell you," the woman nodded.

"Mom, this thing won't kill a witiko or even a wendigo if they escaped too. And did you hear that huge explosion? A bunch more got out too!" he explained with anxiety lacing his words. "Look," Thomas mumbled, "I just don't think this will cut it. How long can we hold out for until Ben comes back?" The witiko shuffled against the brush, white eyes intent on its prey.

The woman pressed her hands against her son's forearms, whispering, "Relax buddy... Just calm down. Everything will be fine, okay? They'll come back soon enough." Silence embedded itself into the conversation with the cracks of flames, the woman lost in thought. "Now," she began once more, "in any case, our main priority at the moment is to get David and Holly's daughter, okay?"

"Right," Thomas nodded once, "And what does she look like again?"

"Brown like the rest with black markings and huge horns that curl around her head," she described, "But I'd be careful now..." He nodded enthusiastically, thumbing over the black device in his hands.

"So...so what will happen after all of this?" he asked, thusly adding, "I mean, what will we do? Jeremy-" The mother only shrugged, Thomas falling silent. His eyes finally broke from the woman before him, travelling to the ground. The breeze prickled his ears and he shifted his shoulder to block it, his gaze gliding along the ledge. It was only when two white orbs halted his wandering scope, his fingers tightening around the taser.

The beast's teeth flashed, its bloodied fangs proving to be a threat. It gripped the ground before easing itself lower, Thomas growing paler by the second. "M-m..." he tried to warn, fear caught in his throat. The woman - hairs prickled the back of her neck - only frowned, the boy whimpering at the spot. "M-Mom..." he wheezed, slowly getting to his shaking feet, "A-a..."

In the blink of an eye - a flip of a coin - the alpha launched itself towards the flames, promptly knocking Thomas to his back while the mother skirted off, adrenaline pumping and fangs extended. "DO SOMETHING THOMAS!" she bellowed as she watched the terror descend to her only offspring. Hurriedly, he snatched the device from the dirt beside him - as it hadn't gone far - and felt the bolt of electricity fly to the witiko's body.

It shrieked violently, staggering back before it lay in a heap on the ground, twitching. Fur and horns started to recede, caramel skin painted in red shining against the moonlit night.

Tori trembled as she stumbled to her feet, the world spinning and flesh burning erratically. Doe eyes followed the two as doubles then triples wiggled in her subconscious. The ground blurred then sharpened before her knees plummeted to the ground. As Thomas and the mother watched the dazed girl, all she could choke out was, "Run."

Her jaw clamped before she grunted, muscles contracting and bones shifting against her will. And with a final whimper - a final plea - Tori was no longer with the duo as the beast reclaimed its form. White eyes glared heatedly at the two, a great snarl ripping through its throat. In a heartbeat, sharp nails slashed against the woman, her abdomen becoming filled with ravines of curled tears. Thomas, screaming in an emotional agony, shot his measly weapon once more, the witiko roaring in a fury.

For a moment, Thomas, too, roared with delight, finding multiple figures clambering through the trees. "Thomas!" Ben yelled, a shotgun in his hand while a mace was held with his right. The men with Thomas sought a brawl against the beast, thought Thomas knew there wasn't anything that they had that would've brought it down from its height. He felt an anvil smash against his chest before he was flung across the campsite, the witiko bashing through the crowd.

White eyes - Thomas focused on the white eyes as they stalked towards him, the light that was at the end of the tunnel. The alpha reared before claws rained down towards his shoulders. He felt a searing heat plummet through his skin, the others bellowing his name. When they retracted, he felt his skin come together, thanking the heavens that he, at least, had some wolf blood in him.

Speaking of, oh how he prayed to the heavens. He wished that yes, the witiko would pity him, that yes, the beast wouldn't find him fit as prey. It was unreasonable, especially as its teeth bore down at him.

But then it paused, ears flicking to the trees in interest.

It didn't hold long before Thomas felt a fang grace his jaw. "God," he whimpered quietly, "Please... I don't want to die."

"TORI!"

Immediately the prayer was answered, the witiko's head lifting from the teen entirely. White eyes were glued to the forest as ears rested towards the wet grass. The strangled cry pounded in its ears, the beast tilting its head to the side curiously. The resemblance, to Thomas, of the alpha to a dog was uncanny. It gave a soft bark which barely passed its muzzle, the creature striding just a bit forward. It howled, quietly, before halting at the edge of the trees.

With a great inhale, it bellowed out its baritone call before racing off, out of sight.

-(:)-

A roar erupted from behind, the witiko spinning from its spot wildly. It snarled viciously, hackles rising before a blur of brown flashed, horns crashing against its ribs. The witiko yelped against the alpha, breaths coming haggled as its ribs cracked, healing improperly. The ginger screeched before Dr. Retter grunted, a bullet quickly blasting from the barrel. "Fabian!" the other elf whimpered as the first crashed to the ground, eyes faded while the brawl of the two witikoes drowned out any senses. "You fucking bastard!" he snapped, coughing once another bullet flew, sending him to the ground.

With both elves collapsed under the moon lit night, the witiko falling into a pile while it's head rolled down through the trees, the alpha remained at the height of the small hill, white eyes glowing furiously. Dr. Retter quickly morphed, his small wings carrying him to the top of the tree as it began to stalk down. Jade groaned, her hand finally tearing the piece of metal from the wound. The skin healed quickly, the goth shivering before abruptly freezing. Carefully, pale eyes slid towards the descending monster, nostrils flaring expectantly. The air in her lungs escaped, eyes blinking warily towards the doctor as he stared down with intent, huge ears flicking earnestly.

The witiko's ears switched back towards the distant footsteps and hollers, the muzzle dipping towards raven hair. The thespian shivered as waves of warm breath flushed against her fair skin, eyes screwing shut, tears prickling the corners. Nothing came to her, however, only the small rattle in the depths of the beast's throat flowing out occasionally. Once a moist heat dragged itself against her skin, leaving a red streak, she flicked her eyes open, black figures scampering down the hill in a rage.

"You bitch!" the elves screamed, Jade gulping nervously as the alpha drew itself over. Fur shifted over her, long arms and legs setting firm, dense walls around her, ears pinned back whilst white eyes peered out intensely. Teeth glowed in its tainted red above her, its chest shuddering over her back, tail brushing against her heels. Its snarl thundered over the goth, sending her spine tingling in stock fear. Though, the heavy realization set in uncomfortably; while the alpha witiko was always the monster that lurked within Tori's mind, Tori's body, ready to pounce out at any time, she was always in the clear. Jade was safe.

Words came from a distant memory, her eyes burning profusely: "The only reason you're not dead, I swear to God, is because it only attacked to bite..." It was hard to believe that it was only months ago when Tori had whimpered that very statement, in her room, briefly glossing over the horrors that kept her from loving herself. A sharp pang settled through Jade once she blinked; the beast above her, nestling against her protectively was the very same thing that brought her to this world. And it was the very same body that Tori had used to crouch beside her, allowing cold coffee to fall in her hair, allowing Jade to curl beside her in need and the very same that allowed Jade to quiver underneath her touches, moaning her name through the night. Though, as warmth trickled down her arm, she recalled that it was the same body that beheaded several others, that brutally killed everything in the prison and even attacked the group. It was a miracle, honestly, that Beck stuck around.

The same Beck who stampeded through the trees with a rock in his hands, Trina at his heel with her canines flashing. He struck the incoming elves with wild eyes, long hair pulled back as it had merely a week before he was stuck in this mess. "Beck!" Jade snarled from under the beast, the roars ringing within her ears, "Get the fuck out of here before it attacks you!" He twisted around, eyes widening at the realization of who was with him, immediately blasting through the trees with the sibling following in a rush.

"But you did nearly died didn't you?"

Yes, she had. Jade closed her eyes, tears leaking from her eyes, down her cheeks with distain. Tori's words flooded her senses with the warm weight still huddled against her, white eyes flicking about curiously. She felt like a pawn in this monster's game. The monster, which, was the most powerful of them all; it was the beast sent straight from hell's gates, straight from the darkness of nights and the brightest of moonlights. It was the thing humans feared the most and it was over her, protecting her.

Though, as it lifted itself from its crouch, meandering toward the rocks before settling down, Jade cried out hoarsely. She wobbled, picking herself to her feet as it groomed itself, dragging its tongue long the long fur matted with whatever from its prey. This beast, as she concluded, was no monster of humanity, but for humanity; it was nature's distorted gift wrapped in a tight bow, serving as a reminder of what nature truly is. It followed the rules and excelled: fight or flight, win or lose, life or death, kill or be killed. And, if anything, it had beat a human's monster easily. Even with all of the technology and knowledge - or lack of it - that the elves had, the omegas had no chance. A monster playing life's game was an easy victor over any greed, any murderous thoughts a human had.

The alpha witiko would always win, always find a mate, and always excel at life.

But, she gave a weak laugh, Jade didn't play with either set of rules.

"Hey," she snapped. It paused, turning its head towards the goth. "Get over here." It merely snorted, continuing with its ministrations, ducking its head towards its thighs. "Wha-" Jade blinked, "You fucking ass, get over here!" And, unexpectedly, she was ignored. Growling irritably, the thespian picked up a small pebble, and then another, and another, and yet another until her palm was filled with the collected small rocks.

It froze once several smacked against its shoulder, ears pinned back.

Limbs creaked as the alpha picked itself up, not so much looking behind before heading towards the trees. "Wait!" Jade snapped tersely, spinning the witiko around. It gave a harsh snarl; it sounded somewhat annoyed. It then proceeded to turn back around, continuing forth its trail. Seeing no success in her plan, Jade growled, fishing the syringe from her pocket. With the cure set on the rock perched from the grass, she hissed at the alpha, her shoulders prickling against the cooling air.

White eyes glanced back towards her, ears remaining fixed to her as the leather jacket fell to the ground, her shirt then pooling to the grass as well. It tilted its head to the side as boots were kicked off, hands fumbling around with the belt of her pants. Articles of clothing were stripped off one after another, pale eyes not moving from the orbs glowing back.

Quickly, the familiar warm buzz settled along her body, Jade swiftly turning. Black fur shone in the moonlight, flowing softly in the light breeze ahead. The Lycan crouched to her hands, stretching her back with tail swishing rather nervously. Despite her anxiety, Jade cooed softly, the alpha witiko straightening its own back. Another, throatier call sounded from the raven werewolf, the witiko beginning its crawl towards the other, humming its rasp.

Its tail wagged excitedly, the croons of Jade - who twisted, her ventral, raven fur exposed - a sweet melody in its ears. The raven wolf-thing flipped over, her ears perked behind as the witiko pressed its muzzle against her side. It growled quietly, nipping lightly at her shoulder before gliding against her fur eagerly. Taking the cue, Jade twisted about, abruptly flipping the beast to its back, promptly landing beside the jutted rock.

Black fur receded, leaving white eyes to blink, confused as the thespian glared down heatedly. Eyes watered towards the unemotional stare, white glaring back expectantly. Her hand groped for the needle, finding it easily. She took the cap between her teeth, the metal glimmering in the pastel light. All was quiet as she watched her own prey beneath her.

In an instant, the teen drove the needle into the witiko's neck with the expertise that Dr. Retter had showed her hours before; the same doctor - which - was in a tree, observing her antics.

Immediately the beast howled, limbs flailing whilst eyes widened furiously. It barked angrily, snapping its jaws as Jade tossed the empty syringe towards the grasses, hands clutching the long arms from doing any damage. It snarled in the mist of its livid fury; it whined in its monstrous lost and whimpered at Jade's sudden, utter betrayal. It sank underneath her cold grasp, tears streaking down her cheeks as pale eyes - glimmering in a bright green and blue ocean, drowned with grey clouds - glared down at it with hatred, loath, antipathy.

Its head dove back, a weak mewl of defeat escaping its muzzle.

"Come on..." wept the teen, her teeth clenched as the moments passed, the werewolf twitching and groaning. It shuddered briefly, Jade shaking her head. "Tori...Tori, please," she cried, "Come back to me...please. I-I love you... Please, please..."

Breaths came out sharp and wavering, the goth shaking with her silent cries. The wolf-thing tensed abruptly, hair thusly receding as horns - slowly bleeding to the color of black ink beforehand - followed suit, and then limbs, claws, joints...

Jade whimpered a hysterical yelp of relief as Tori shivered below her, groans of immense pain from her racking skull scratching against her throat. "J-Jade," she whined, dark eyes meeting the other, "I- I..." Hands gingerly let go of their tight hold around the half-Latina's wrists, Jade intently listening to the painful words streaming through her mouth. "I-it hurts... I can't, it hurts...make it stop, please..."

"I know Tori," the goth sobbed quietly, "I know... But, but it'll get better, I promise. It'll get better just, just hang on...please." Tori grunted as veins grew more visible, muscles flexing against her will. She coughed, stomach twitching before breathing heavily, lungs collapsing from their strain. She choked on her whimpers, growing more silent by the minute, eyes closing in finality. Her breaths came smooth and relaxed as the battle within her body rushed along the vessels, her head throbbing against her skull relentlessly.

Her breath shuddered from her lungs, raven hair coming down in strands as the distant war-cries finally breached her ears. Howls rocked her mind, sloshing several thoughts that couldn't compute with anything else than to just go home. With trembling limbs, Jade picked herself up from her previous position, shuffling for her leather jacket. Carefully, she managed to slip the half-Latina in its confines, the warm material hugging her bronze skin. Quickly, the thespian began to pull clothes over her body, eyes kept to the shivering teen before her.

As her back rested against the rock, steps crunched behind, the vampire picking the syringe from the grass with violet eyes staring at the two curiously. Gingerly, with both boots tied, Jade picked up Tori from the ground. Long, caramel limbs hung loosely from her hold, her head nestled comfortably against Jade's chest. Their strides crunched against the various different obstacles as they marched through the woods, Jade's eyes casted down before shifting about constantly towards the several calls around. Most of which - luckily, as she supposed - were far behind her, though nothing was for certain at that point in time.

Small critters rustled amongst the brush, crawling back towards their hiding spots as the trio made their way through.

"Extraordinary..." Dr. Retter breathed behind her, the thespian furrowing her brows. She glared up towards him scornfully, eyes not wavering from his own. "Excuse me, it's just... God," he licked his lips, finding the proper words, "It's just that, this disease is so peculiar, so different from anything a mortal or an occult would see. A literal way to turn someone into a creature, not just a monster. You understand that, don't you? Tori's witiko, in a way, was a monster but...but it was just an animal. Just a wild, territorial animal who only sought to kill to make a statement. Now, a narcissistic statement mind, but any statement an animal would make. As for the omegas...I doubt that would be the same description used. They were still human and this, this creature was far from it. And yet, it still managed to completely obliterate the human mind." He paused, scowling at himself before hesitantly admitting, "But a magnificent creature, really. Adolf, I shall name it."

She hummed quietly, furrowing her brows towards the half-Latina. "Why Adolf?"

"I don't really want to be calling this thing Hitler. It wasn't evil, but it wasn't good either... Hitler, yes...Hitler was an evil human being," he muttered, "You see, it was an animal of many abilities. Would you say if, if it was more timid in the mind and its actions more forgiving, would you call it a- the devil's spawn?" The goth shook her head slowly, the doctor pursing his lips. "Now, I wouldn't ever go near to call this thing a hero, or a model, but it certainly wasn't a villain. A threat, most definitely, though would you call forest fires evil?" Once again, a slow shake of the head was an answer. "It's simply a force of nature, mind and all. Again, the omega was with the power of nature but the mind of men...and yet Adolf killed that anyway. Adolf, either man or nature, isn't one to be liked. The man had extraordinary talents with speech, able to drive a whole country against the world. This beast, well, essentially did the very same tonight...but it helped, even though it may have done the same if we were containing it."

Tori groaned in her unconsciousness, twitching subtly against Jade, her breath escaping out into the night.

"But Tori...Tori's the true extraordinary one. Remarkable, I'd say, striking... She's unique above all," the doctor murmured, "Absolutely unique. Of the human race she is a part of the supernatural, often a topic of fear or of great interest of story telling." He humored himself at that point, allowing his chuckles to die off languidly as Jade gave a soft smile towards the singer. "Now, of the Occult Community, she's a werewolf. Quite interesting in itself," he muttered, "especially scientifically speaking... And then, as a werewolf, she's a female alpha, naturally close to her wolf-self and highly rare. With that, she's then a female alpha bit by a windiga, turning right then and there into a witiko. A witiko, which, just may have been the most powerful one in the century. And, and of that group, she survived... She survived because she carefully chose her mate and bit her, thus creating her own cure, intentional or not."

Another silence became coated with the gentle breeze between them, pale eyes looming out. "You realize that she just may be the reason why Adolf never harmed you, right?" he asked quietly.

The goth narrowed her gaze, twisting towards the vampire curiously. "How so?" she replied through a croak.

"Because," he sighed, "Because she loved you... Now I'm unsure as of how much, as she is quite young and so are you, though she does. Her love, or strong liking, either or, was strong enough to catch the attention of her wolf-self. And, and perhaps- perhaps because her wolf-self was tied so dearly to the witiko, Adolf, it did too. An' when you came to that bathroom at night, alone, Adolf seized its chance... Now, that does also mean that you were brought into all of this because of it but-"

"I'd rather this than be brutally murdered," she growled, frowning towards the half-Latina. "This- this would've happened either way, right?"

"Though the cure may have never been found...or at least at this time anyway...but yes, I would assume so."

Their steps halted at a clearing, eyes immediately finding the truck waiting obediently along the side of the cliff road. Both jerked as a call sounded, directed towards them; "Who's there?" a voice barked from the trees, another teen with great blue eyes staring out. He blinked, twisting back towards the trees before nodding slowly. His steps darted down from what Jade recognized as a tent in the distance, a few other figures huddled around it. "Oh," he blinked, Jade furrowing her brows curiously, "You're- you're Jade West and...and she's..."

The goth recognized the kid from Hollywood Arts, having several instances in running into his tuba - literally - as he raced through the halls. His eyes loomed along Tori's slumped frame, her most private of parts covered by Jade and the leather jacket. "Wha- what happened over there?" she muttered, eyeing his bloodied back.

"My neighbor, he was rather close," he growled, glaring down at the ground. "We caught whiff of him meddling in this wendigo shit and, my mom being in the Occult Elite, went down to...help..." His words drew quiet, eyes glancing up towards Jade. "Is it true that you and Beck are a part of it now?" he asked. Jade nodded slowly, lips pursed. "Well...well I'm in it too. We've never properly met but I'm-" he held out his hand. "I'm Thomas. Thomas Erik."

She briefly shook it as Dr. Retter bowed his head towards the younger vamp - day-walker if he recalled correctly.

"She..." Jade choked glancing down at the shuddering singer, "She didn't mean-"

"I know," Thomas nodded, "They don't ever mean to, do they?" He glanced out at the moon, grinning slightly. "D'you think she'll enjoy it now?"

The goth flicked her gaze towards the ball of light, furrowing her brows as Thomas bade a good night, Lothur returning it. Her steps followed his own after a short pause, eyes back out towards the van. They climbed cautiously along the trail, eventually grateful once two pairs of feet touched the asphalt. Both blinked towards the truck, Beck to his knees while Trina in her spare set of clothes. "We got a hold of 'em," she grinned gingerly, glancing down at the Canadian, "Though Beck nearly fell off a huge-ass tree."

"Don't remind me," he gasped, picking himself up. "Anyway, she good?"

Jade bobbed her chin, eyes resting on the unconscious - she would like to think sleeping - figure. "Though...she's not going to be 'round school for a little while," she added.

"And you?" dark eyes picked themselves up from the half-Latina, the vampire seating himself in the front seat of the truck.

"I'll come after a few days...probably going to enter in a play for the end of the month too," she gnawed at the bottom of her lip, sighing heavily. Beck nodded, following Trina as she dove into the car, shifting comfortably in the passenger seat. With all three girls in the back, he flicked his attention towards the mirror, brows furrowing.

He distinctly reminded himself how only a few months ago he sat in the front with Jade, listening to the two talk, Tori worrying over that night. Of course, the beast attacked as it had that night, though it was slain. It wouldn't do it any longer. He wondered about what the future would hold for Jade and her as a gentle, pastel grip gentle caressed a caramel cheek. He thought, too, of his place in the defense team, and the possible future with her sister. Dark eyes met his own and she pursed her lips bashfully, he returning a small smile. Perhaps it was more than possible.

Twisting around, Beck focused on the road ahead, Dr. Retter growling as the small critter hopped along the road. "Does life ever feel like a mess to you?" he asked quietly, the vampire then chuckling.

"Asked me that when I was completely mortal, I'd probably say no... We like to keep things orderly but change comes because we're never truly orderly. We're always planning things to break up a week, to make it unique," Lothur chuckled, "We just can't help ourselves."

"Think it's too short?" Beck grinned.

"No...I can barely remember when I was your age," came a tease. "Now I wouldn't get any ideas yet," he added as dark eyes flickered towards Trina - particularly imagining her teeth. "Everything comes with a price."

"Think it'd be worth it," the Canadian mumbled, "That...and it would be cool."

"Shut-up," Trina barked quietly, Jade raising a brow.

The Lycan breathed, however, muttering, "You better hope that when Trina bites you-"

"Not your decision," the sister snapped.

"-you a) don't have five hot pockets in your system, b) don't have her bite you on your stress point and c) not do it in the girls bathroom...or boys...or outside at all," she finished, smirking at the huffing Vega. The car ride, onwards, became much more lighthearted for the three, Jade lagging behind as her eyes glazed towards the half-Latina. "You'll be okay," Jade murmured near silently, pressing her lips against Tori's scalding temple. She grimaced at the heat radiating off of the teen, closing her eyes, head against the seat cushion. As she assumed, it would be a fine idea to start catching up on sleep before reaching home.

Though, as she knew from her skin prickling against her shirt, heat pooling from the leather jacket, that may be quite a difficult job to do.


I do apologize for the later updating (by a week). Three reasons all in two weeks: three propaganda posters, biology project and writing a short story (for my classes). All fun, but all time-consuming.

This chapter alone was a monster to create, which is a bit of a funny story. So you know how my schedules and updates for this were a bit messed up? Well, most of that was doing stuff that is more important than writing silly little stories...like getting an education. :P But, this is another reason why since I wanted to get a "head start" in this chapter and...that never happened like how I planned. XD

Hope you enjoyed anyway!

:)

(The next chapter will be up in a few hours, so don't worry, almost done. :P)