Nakela lay on the bed, her arms folded under the pillow and her body partially covered by the sheet. She lay on her stomach, her eyes closed, resting lightly. Grendel had left about twenty minutes ago to hunt and feed. The golden chain remained secured around her neck, preventing her from shifting forms, and without being able to see the night sky she felt her already limited amount of Rage dwindling as well. But she knew that it wouldn't be much longer. Another week or two at most...

The Fallen remained in control, the Gaian aspect of the Mokole's personality falling further and further into the depths of her mind. Trapped in homid form, her body healed at the same rate as a mortal, but at least the bruises were now almost fully gone, and the remainder of the cuts were healing fairly well. She never once gave her 'master' any problems, and was fully enjoying his company as any loyal 'pet' should. He had removed the chain from her wrist a few days ago, but even so she never tried to even so much as leave the room without him. However, whenever Moira came by for any reason, Nakela didn't hesitate to hiss her displeasure of the female vampire.

Normally Grendel was only gone for no more than an hour or two to feed, since with her there he had no need of going out to sate his sexual hunger, something which the female dragon certainly didn't complain about. However, he wasn't gone for even half an hour yet when the locked door slowly began to open. Nak was tired and didn't even open her eyes, not really noticing that anything was wrong. That is, until she realized that it wasn't the vampire's heavy boots she heard on the stone floor, but the clicking of very large claws on heavy bare paws. Nakela opened her eyes just in time to see the massive form lunge for her, but she wasn't able to move out of the way quickly enough.

The door had been closed and relocked, and her screams unnoticed as the huge werewolf gripped the back of her neck tightly, holding her forcefully down against the bed.

She tried to struggle, but in homid form was no match for the more than 800 lb werewolf ontop of her. Khyrishks ripped the sheet away with his free hand, exposing the soft flesh of her naked body, and leaned his massive head down to her ear. She tried to turn her head aside from the stench of his putrid breath but he held her so tightly that she could barely even breathe, let alone move.

"Like it or not, you're still part of this 'pack'. And since you're the newest, that makes you the lowest on the Totem pole, so to speak. Essentially, the 'bitch'. And it's time you learned your place!"

Nakela screamed loudly, the sound muffled by the pillow that her face was pressed into, as the deformed werewolf, still in crinos form, proceeded to viciously rape her. He was fierce and brutal, seeking to cause as much pain to the smaller female as he could. When he was finally finished, he gripped her hair tightly, his claws raking the back of her head, and jerked her up. A new bolt of pain shot through her as she felt her spine stretched back to the limit of her flexibility as he held her tightly, and again she was assaulted by the foul stench of his breath as he again whispered into her ear.

"The felines may let you get away with playing a sex-slave for a damned blood-sucker, but you are one of us! And unless you want to see your 'master' ripped to pieces and thrown out into the noon sun to burn, I suggest you better accept your place real fast! But then, you'll only be his plaything for a little while longer before you become mine to train, in any way I see fit... Something which I'll greatly enjoy, and I'll make sure that you learn what real suffering is!"

Her neck was hurting as her head was pulled back as far is it would go and she had just as much of a difficulty breathing as when he held her face into the pillow.

"You filthy monster... Just you wait 'till I'm freed of this... And I'll be the one to rip you apart!"

"No, not after you go through the Labyrinth again. And if you still decide not to cooperate, well... we have ways... And besides, I wonder what sort of bastard spawn we could get out of you to serve the Dark One."

"Go to Hell!"

"Already been there..."

He slowly licked up the side of her face with his lupine tongue, and she cringed, trying to turn her face away as much as she could in his grip before he shoved her forcefully back down against the bed. Khyrishks leaned over, pressing his weight against her back again as he gripped her neck tightly in his massive jaws, the sharp crooked teeth cutting into her skin. His large hands gripped her kicking legs firmly as he forced himself upon her again, enjoying the sound of her agonizing screams. She still obviously had quite a bit of fight in her, and the werewolf knew that it would still be a bit longer before the vampire came back.

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When Grendel returned, he found that his door was no longer locked. He looked down, confused, at the door handle as he slowly turned it. He was certain that he had locked it as he always did. After a moment, he pushed the door open and walked in.

"Nak?"

When he saw her, he froze. She was laying on her stomach on the bed, her face buried in the pillow and breathing heavily. Her body was covered in bruises and large claw marks, and she appeared very weak. She didn't even seem to notice when he entered. Quickly he ran around the bed and over to her, looking at her wounds.

"What the Hell...? Nak, what happened?"

She gave a soft groan and shifted slightly, but hissed softly in pain from the deep claw-marks across her neck and back. Kneeling down for a closer look, he saw that many of the marks on her neck and shoulders were in fact teeth-marks, and there was a foul odor to the wounds. Looking further down her body, he saw the blood staining the sheets of the bed and he hissed, the hared burning within him at seeing what all had been done to her. He turned his head sharply to look back up at hers as she tried to gasp in a deeper breath and speak, her voice weak and soft.

"That damned Spiral... Twists..."

He snarled fiercely in anger. He had hated those Black Spiral Dancers from the beginning, but this was going too far. How dare the monster hurt her so badly! His dragon!

"Just try ta relax darlin'... What can I get fer ya?"

"Please... I need this filth cleaned off of me..."

Though her voice was weak, there was just as much anger and hated in it as there was pain. Despite the darkness within him, and the loyalty he felt toward Moira, the presence of the were-dragon, even as corrupt as she was, still caused Grendel to hold on to a tiny shred of his near-forgotten humanity. He still had his honor, despite Moira's re-attempt at his Creation Rites, and he still felt compassion for the shifter, even if not for any other living or undead creature. Gently he picked her up and carried her from the room, heading down the hall of the former military compound to the shower room.

"It's okay darlin'... Just relax..."

He removed his own clothing then held her under the running water, cleaning the filth from her many wounds. The deformed Garou's stench was strong all over her, but the warm water seemed to help her relax a bit, though she was still very weak and he had to fully support her as he washed her. Her wounds were pretty bad, and it took a while to fully get her clean, but it was easier with her smooth skin than it would have been with the fur of a kat. By that time though, she could barely even stay conscious.

Once he had dried her off, he carried her back into his room then laid her gently on the floor. It didn't take him long to strip the bed of the stained and filthy sheets, tossing them aside, and replacing them with clean ones. Carefully, he picked her back up and lay her on the bed. She was still pretty well out of it. The beast had apparently done a fair bit of damage to her in the short time. He pulled the clean sheets over her then turned and stalked out of the room again, his own fur still very damp beneath his leathers. He made certain that the door was locked before making his way through the complex. It was time to speak to his Mistress.

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When Grendel reached the door to Moira's room, he paused a moment just as he reached for the handle. Inside he could hear a male's voice, though he couldn't make out what was being said. He was too angry though to really care, and grabbed the handle, shoving open the door as she barged into the room.

"We need ta have a talk, Moira!"

The petite she-kat turned and glared at the larger vampire, her eyes having a fierce red glow in them. She stood in the center of the room talking with what Grendel could only guess was one of the shifters. The human-form male was tall, about 6' 3", with extremely dark skin, very dark eyes, and short-cropped black hair, wearing a gray business suit. The male looked at Grendel with passive, expressionless eyes that for some reason gave the black tabby a chill. Moira growled in irritation.

"I trust you have very good reason for this interruption, Gren!"

"I do! I came back from dinner t'night ta find my room had been broken inta... The were-dragon had been badly clawed up and raped! I can't even lick tha wounds closed, and she has bite marks on 'er neck!"

The dark-skinned human simply stood, watching the angry vampire with complete indifference to his outbursts. Moira glared coldly at him as he walked further into the room and right up to her.

"Ya said I was in charge of her! So what is that damned deformed Fallen doing nearly killing 'er?"

The shifter was the one who answered. His voice was calm and flat, showing no emotion, and speaking as if what he was saying were nothing more than simple fact.

"You are in charge of her care for now, but she is still part of our group whether she likes it or not. Khyrishks must have simply felt that she needed to be reminded of that fact."

"Yes, well, she won't be a part o' any pack if he kills 'er, now will she? Why was I not informed of this before I left? I can't keep working ta weaken her until she's healed!"

The dark-skinned man just shrugged. "We don't need permission to deal with our own kind. And he wouldn't kill her. He knows just how much someone can take. As for you, you've helped her hold back that alternate personality of hers, turning her even further down Hatar's path. Your only duty now is to just keep her there until we are prepared for the next step of the transition."

Grendel looked to Moira, the hateful look in his eyes silently asking her if they were now taking orders from the werebeasts. He may have only just met the dark human, but the man was already rubbing his fur the wrong way. Moira growled in response.

"What the Hell is your problem, Gren? Your job was just to break the creature, which you did. You're simply her care-taker now. Why should it matter what her own pack does to her? She's still only a 'kit' to them, until she proves herself otherwise. So what does it matter?"

"It matters because I now 'ave ta deal with the aftermath of it!"

He grumbled as he turned and stalked back out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He stormed back to his own room, snarling viciously at any fledgling vampire or ghoul who didn't get out of his way fast enough. Moira narrowed her eyes as he left. She wondered if perhaps he was getting a bit too attached to his pet. The shifter simply watched the male vampire leave, then turned and nodded to Moira as he left himself, heading down the opposite corridor.

The male shifter went further down the darkest corridor, and rounding a corner came upon the two female werecats, Ten-Card in her homid form and Meka in felis. The black jaguar pinned her ears, her tail lashing. Both the felines had heard the male vampire's outburst. Meka gave a low growl.

Khyrishks is getting out of hand. I told you we couldn't trust those dogs! First the betrayal by Ghost-Shadows, and now this...!

"I know. I had always suspected that he had ulterior motives. I never trusted any of the Black Spirals, and he's one of the worst that I've delt with."

The male nodded, his voice still emotionless. "They're too corrupt. They serve no purpose but complete destruction and desecration."

Right. They're even worse than the other dogs. They serve the Asura to the fullest, against everything we...

"I know. But we'll have to play this carefully. Eventually, 'accidents' will be bound to happen..."