The end is near

I stalked down the road with Drake, his mangy pack of coyotes following close behind us. Their stench hung in my nose, causing a deep frown to form on my face. Here I was following my boyfriend down the road with coyotes, that can fucking talk, about to take over Perdio Beach.

I folded my arms over my chest as I gazed up at Drake. Drake was dressed in his usual jeans and boots; he had a plain black shirt on, a semi- automatic gun on his back, and his whip hand coiled around him like a pet snake trying to take its masters life. His hair curled at the nape of his neck; it was overgrown and hung in his face, his cold grey eyes held amusement. His shark grin was plastered over his handsome face as he swaggered down the alley way, barley registering that I was at his side.

Shaking my head, I ripped my eyes from his face and looked forward, playing with the weapons I had on myself. I was sporting my battle gear; waist high boots from Van Helsing, black skinnies, and a blue tank top with the Uchiha family symbol on the back. I had various throwing knives hidden all over me and in a Naruto pouch hooked on my belt I had a small supply kunais and ninja stars.

As we walked up to the daycare I stiffened, I slowed my pace and closed my eyes and listened. My ears opened up as tilted my head to the side, listening for anything useful.

Soon I heard voices in the distance, and from the sound level they were not on ground level.

"Shoot him," A girl's voice said.

"I can't get a clear shot," a boy's voice replied.

"Shoot his girl, that will distract him," the girl said as if it was the most logical thing to do.

Which, it wasn't. That would just piss Drake off more. You wouldn't like him pissed, trust me.

"But- but that's Lilith!" the boys voice shook.

I looked up to the top of the daycare; there Quinn and a freak from Coates had a gun pointed at Drake and me.

Quinn kneeled on the roof of the daycare, his gun positioned on the railing as he watched Drake and I. His eyes held fear and his arms shook. I felt a pain of guilt at seeing Quinn's face.

Two of the mock firefighters stared at a pot of boiling noodles, two sat on the table giggling at the two surfer dudes watching the noodles as if they didn't get them into their bellies soon, their stomachs would come alive and eat the rest of them.

I vaguely remember pondering over the idea; this was the FAYZ, stuff like that could very well happen.

Edilio smirked at me as he looked over at the boys, "A watched pot never boils."

Both Sam and Quinn turned sharply to me, their eyes wide as saucers.

I laughed as I lightly elbowed Edilio.

"Don't worry boys," I hopped off the table and swung my arms around each of them and pulled close to my sides in a warm hung-like thing.

"I won't let you starve," I smiled at them and winked at Edilio who smiled warmly at me, "I won't let anything happen to you guys. I promise." I smiled as I let go of them, I slapped my Fire Chief at on my head and saluted them, "Chiefs honor," I said as I saluted them.

They all smiled back as they saluted me.

I smiled a huge smile and let out a giggle.

"Chief's honor…" I muttered to myself.

I stopped in my tracks and looked up at the two kids; Quinn froze as my eyes met his.

I smiled slightly at him. I conjuring up a Fire Chief's hat and placed it atop my head and saluted him. The hat then vanished and I continued after Drake who had not noticed me stopping, his brain off in other places.

Drake kicked the back door of the daycare in with his foot, he smiled evilly as he started at the mutts that surrounded us, "GO!" he demanded.

The coyotes yowled and charged into the room, the children's screams filled my ears.

I snarled at the coyotes as one of the filthy animals latched onto a small boys arm.

"Cut it out!" I growled as I slammed the heel of my boot onto the dog's head.

It snarled and smacked its jaws at me, but I let my k-9s grow to their sharp state and hissed. (Note: That's something she can do with spirit, it has no real purpose but to look cool, just in case you were wondering.)

There was a roar on the other side of the room, but it wasn't an animal roar, it was a human. Mother Mary to be exact.

The slightly older girl ran forward to a coyote that was snarling over a little girl, she bashed her fists against the beast's shoulder blades.

"Get off of her," the girl cried, "Get off of her you filthy animal!"

I watched as Brother John dashed forward to help his sister, but a coyote snagged him by the hood and yanked him back. I snarled and turned towards Drake; my long black hair was in two braids and they flung out behind me dramatically.

"Call them off of the kids!" I screeched in anger.

Flames traveled up my feet as I stomped at Drake.

He just smiled as he looked at the chaos, I raged and raised my hand, then brought it down with a hard smack across his face.

He turned to me, his eyes alight with anger. He raised that horrible whip-hand and brought it down my exposed arm.

I jerked my head up; the red whelp ran from my shoulder to a few inches down my elbow.

I screamed in anger, but Drake dashed forward and grabbed one of my braids and yanked me towards him.

"Back off babe," he hissed maniacally, and then he threw me to the floor, "Watch her!" He commanded to the coyotes.

"Oh I know he did just not," I growled as two coyotes circled me.

One snapped at me and grabbed my arm, I smiled as I light myself on fire, the animal screamed and ran, snapping its jaw and swinging its head.

Mary turned her head at the voices, her angry eyes landed on Drake.

"You," she raged. "How dare you scare these children this way?"

Drake slapped that despicable arm against Mary's face, there was a powerful crack in the air and I watched was a whelp formed on Mary's face. The ugly red thing reached from her brow to her jaw bone.

Her eyes were wide and the room fell silent, she raised her hand to face and slightly winced when her hand touched the mark on her face.

"Caine won't like this," she said in a stern voice, "He always said he'd keep the children safe."

"You'll be safe," Drake grinned evilly, "As long as you keep your mouths shut and do what I say."

I crouched on the floor, my blue eyes focused on my crazy boyfriend as he smiled at the sight before him. I shook my head, of course I'd manage to get myself into this situation, how do I end up doing the craziest things?

"Get these animals out of here, it's almost bedtime," Mary demanded.

The girl's eyes were trained on Drake, and I found myself smirking. I liked this girl; any chick that had the guts to stand up to my Drake was one brave mother f-er.

However, her fierce stare was short lived for Drake's whip hand shot out and wrapped around her throat.

Mary's face turned red as her hands wrapped around Drake's arm. She dug her nails in but that was no help, I was willing to bet he didn't even feel it.

But he did feel then next thing that happened.

I shot out as lightning, my small but firm fists jabbed him in the stomach.

He clutched his stomach slightly, and bent down a ways, but it wasn't enough to keep him down for long.

His head snapped to me, his eyes full of blood lust; he raised that whip hand and struck at me.

I growled as I shot out of the way, I landed on the floor in a crouch, palms on the floor, one leg straight out the other one bent as I barred my fangs.

Drake glared daggers at me and I returned his fierce stare. I threw myself forward, I flipped over my hands and landed on my feet, my arm was on fire as I pointed a finger at him.

"You need to cut that out! I said to stop a long time ago! I swear if your mutts hurt the kids you'll have more than an arm missing."

Drake turned sharply to Pack Leader, "Hey, Pack Leader. You won't hurt the kids, will you?"

Pack Leader looked at Drake and nodded before saying, "Pack Leader agreed. No kill. No eat."

"Until?" Drake smiled.

"Until Whip Hand say."

Drake grinned as he looked over to Mary, "Whip hand, it's their affectionate name for me."

"Suits you just fine," I snarled.

"Shut up, Lilith."

Drake watched me with his cold grey eyes, he started me down and soon we were lost in the most intense staring contest in the universe.

Suddenly a small girl smiled at Pack Leader, "He can talk," she giggled.

She trotted over to him and laid her small hand atop his fur, "Good doggie," he said as she pet the agitated dog.

I ripped my eyes from Drake as I watched the girl and the dog closely, making sure Pack Leader wouldn't try and bite her.

Drake lifted his gaze off of me and watched the child, "Just don't get too close," he said coldly. "Good doggie may get hungry."