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Desire's Deceit
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I ran.
My veins were filled with adrenaline, and my heart was pounding a mile a minute. My artistic roommate had to have been killed by lycanthropes. No other demon would rip her body apart; limb from limb.
And I wanted revenge.
I needed to kill; I needed to hear the sound of tearing flesh; being ripped apart, piece by piece. Just like Michiru had been.
Michiru had been a kind of sister to me, and now that Michiru had been murdered so grotesquely, I felt the world should feel the agony my turquoise haired roommate had suffered. Ending Michiru's life had hit me way too close to home, and I was furious anything would use her to get to me. All thoughts of Mamoru were completely driven from my mind.
I was infinitely grateful I hadn't changed before going to the guestroom, because I was still in my black miniskirt and black jacket. Even through my blind fury I had managed to have enough sense to reload my silencer and grab some more ammo and another dagger; so I wouldn't have to head home for a while.
The night wasn't over yet, and I had a feeling it would be by the time I had finished.
Sticking to the alleyways and shadowed corner streets, I made my way to a local feeding place, the park. When I arrived at my destination I congratulated myself for remembering it, even though my rage.
There weren't wolves in Japan, so I was even more pleased when I spotted four or five a few yards away, not even trying to hide as they finished eating something.
Checking to make sure I was downwind, I silently stalked towards the werewolves.
As I neared the wolves, I saw that it was five, and my wrathful anger increased. Five against one was not fair, and it was likely this was a similar way to how Michiru was killed. Incensed, I put the silencer on my gun and began my revenge.
I didn't give these lupines the courtesy of a fair fight. It wasn't something I'd even consider a brawl; it was a slaughter.
In the time span of three second five silver bullets had been let loose, and all five wolves yelped as they pierced through their flesh. Four died near instantly, the bullets having penetrated their hearts. But apparently I had missed one's heart, and it lay on the ground whimpering as I came closer to it. Holding my gun level with its head I bent over and whispered to it, "Payback's a bitch."
As I stood back up it howled at the harvest moon one last time before I fired again, this time aiming for it's head. Instantly the night returned to the eerie dead silence of midnight.
Now all I had to do was wait, no doubt there would be at least fifty more lupines coming to this place now that five of their pack had been killed. I looked to see how many bullets I had with me. Two were left in my Revolver, and five packs of eight sat in my pockets.
Not enough.
If I went down, I was going to take the whole damn pack down with me. I could already see the shadows moving, signaling me to the arrival of the wolves. I pulled out my gun and started to aim. No use hiding my weapon when they already knew I was armed.
Two lunged at me from all different directions and I spun in a circle as I shot them down. This time I was perfectly on target and both fell before reaching me. Quickly I reloaded and raised my weapon again. Only 40 bullets left.
The hairs on the back of my neck rose and I swiftly ducked as another lunged for my head. Spinning, I shot it from where it lay and five others that were crouching...ready to pounce. I could feel tears start to blur my vision. These were probably the same bastards that had killed Michiru. And it was time for revenge.
MY revenge.
I deftly pulled the trigger in a quick succession of seven and struck true every time. Again, I reloaded in a matter of seconds, this time shooting as I brought it back up. I could taste the salt from my tears as I bit my lip to keep from sobbing.
I lost count around that time of how many silver bullets I had left with me. I would just keep shooting until it was empty and then reload again. God there were so many. At least eighty wolves had shown up, and I had made a circumference of dead wolf corpses around myself. The other wolves seemed to be backing off though...parting for some reason.
Soon enough I realized they were parting for some-one.
Not waiting for this human lycanthrope to get any closer, I raised my gun again and shot. Empty. For what felt like the hundredth time, I reloaded it, but this time, halfway through lifting it up to shoot the werewolf, lighting struck the gun in my hands; the electricity coming from a thundercloud that must have appeared some time ago. I didn't notice it through my abysmal rage.
Halfway through snatching it up again lightning struck again. It was then that it occurred to me that I should be dead now by all rights. Getting struck by lightning killed people all the time didn't it? Metal was a conductor...but why was it hitting only at my gun? Was someone controlling it?
I could feel some of my anger slowly fade as confusion settled in again, but I ruthlessly tried to hold on to the fury. Before I could reach for my gun again, I felt someone lift my chin up.
I found myself looking into dark emerald eyes, and I blinked as I realized it was most probably the alpha or beta female of the lupines. Shaking myself out of my daze I reached of my gun again. I found it out of reach so I yanked myself away, grabbed it and shoved it in her face.
The response was instantaneous. Every wolf in the area lunged forward...but none dared to touch either of us.
She threw her head back and laughed as I reloaded it, still aiming it at the middle of her forehead. She casually flipped her long redwood hair over her shoulder and smiled idly at me.
"If you shoot me, you know they'll take you to my mate...and he won't be near as lenient with you as I'm willing to be. The fact you killed me would probably make him deal you a fate worse than anything you can possibly think of...so put that thing away, and let's talk" She had a low voice; but she was using a high airy tone. It reminded me of forests and meadows during sunset for some reason. Because I couldn't argue with her logical reasoning, I lowered the gun, but put my hand on my blade instead; just in case.
"You don't trust me very much do you?" Her eyes showed interest and a little hurt that I wasn't putting my full faith into her word.
"What do YOU want from me," I could swear I saw her facial expression go from curious to apprehensive, but the shadows bouncing off her face might have been playing tricks on me because I was so tired.
"Word has reached me that you had an encounter with the elusive vampire tonight. I want to know what HE wanted from you." The rumors on the grapevine sure did travel fast. I was silently glad though that she wasn't playing all the word and mind games that Mamoru had played. I was too exhausted and confused to try and force myself through another mental maze tonight.
Bringing a hand up to my face I quickly wiped the remaining wetness from my eyes and replied as evasively as I could. "I saw him. He didn't really specify what he wanted." Her eyes seemed to harden a little and suddenly in a flash I remembered the wound on my neck. Had she seen the blood? Or more importantly, was it still bleeding?
The wind picked up, and I noticed her clothing for the first time. Everything she wore was loose fitting and either green, pink, or brown. While each color complimented the others perfectly, the contrast between the black ambience around her and the pastel colors was surprising. As her cloths billowed out in the gust of wind, and I saw for the first time how truly ferocious she could look.
She let her fangs slip past her lips, and I cringed slightly. "I guess if you don't know what he wanted, then you're of no use to me. Although it does puzzle me why he wouldn't destroy a killer like you. It doesn't matter anymore. Brothers...sisters...get rid of her. And don't leave anything behind."
Not a moment later the entire pack attacked me. She turned and before I could even pull my gun out I felt something that would be comparable to having acupuncture, but with searing knifes as your needles. Everything felt like it was on fire, I could feel myself writhing in pain and hear myself screaming. I couldn't think past the agony of sharp canine's ripping at me...through my skin...to the bones and arteries...
Overwhelmed by the unbearable amount of pain, I surrendered myself to unconsciousness.
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Again, Luna sat diligently by the door, awaiting her charge and owner's return. So much for having Usagi console and calm her. The slayer had been so fatigued and out of it when she got here that she didn't even remember to put food in Luna's bowl before fleeing out the door again. And Michiru wasn't here to beg food from anymore.
The black cat let the tears slip as her mind brought an image of the reddened guest room to mind. She hadn't heard anyone come in...and there were no signs, aside from the blood, that anyone had even been there. Michiru hadn't screamed either, and that worried Luna. Even if the artist had been asleep she would have had to feel the pain of her body being torn apart and made some kind of noise. Too much about tonight should not have happened.
First there was Usagi's exhaustion. That in itself was not normal. The last time the blonde had slept for more than six hours had been after her encounter with the queen of the undead.
Then there was Michiru's undetectable murder. Why would anyone want to kill Michiru? She had been a kind, graceful, and beautiful person with more talents than Luna could count on both hands. And how had they gotten into the house, AND out of it, without breaking the lock, a window, a door or leaving a trace of any kind?
And lastly there was the fact that the teal-haired musician hadn't made any sound while she was being killed at all. She might have been asleep, but the cat had a sinking suspicion she had been awake when she was murdered.
Luna rubbed her eyes and laid down near the door, this time careful not to get her paws into the sticky red river. Come to think of it...the trail of blood had been there before Michiru's murder.
Thinking about it, Luna remembered accidentally stepping into something wet by the door and being curious was to what Michiru's paint project was this time. The cat had never encountered this amount of blood before, so naturally she assumed it to be something she could identify; not blood. She could recall going into the guest room, where the teal-haired artist was busy painting her newest masterpiece; a beautiful glass holding something blue tilted at an angle so the light bounced off each contour, each detail of the painting being flawlessly drawn out and illuminated.
Michiru had smiled at her, and asked her if she liked the painting; but it was a rhetorical question. Luna had mewed softly in reply; if only to be polite. It was a gorgeous painting, but the teal-haired student made perfect paintings all the time. Luna had keep walking around the house for a while, leaving Michiru in peace to paint. She had gone to wait by the front door for Usagi, but she must have drifted off because she couldn't remember that brief period of time. She could clearly remember going back into the room too see that the pale blue wallpaper had been repainted blood red.
Instantly she knew who it was, and she didn't want to see what end Michiru had met. Fleeing to the front door, Luna had waited for Usagi to return home and comfort her. Her blonde charge dealt with this kind of stuff nightly so the possibility of Usagi needing comfort didn't even cross her mind until Usagi was running out the door again. Apparently the blonde needed some placation, something to soothe her mind as well.
She would have to wait for Usagi to come home again; and it would probably be a while. Luna settled herself down to take a much-needed nap.
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I awoke to the fierce pounding of a mallet into my skull for a migraine, and the feeling of open wounds all over me, each one fiery with pain. I ignored the pain for the moment, concentrating on anything else that could hold my attention. I could faintly hear voices, and I recognized one of them, although it was very hard to hear through the static ringing in my ears.
"Makoto! You idiot! You're stupidity has yet to cease amazing me..." Mamoru's deep male voice drew a ragged breath. "Be glad that you're their queen, or I would rip your head off your body right here, right now with no regrets." He let out a low threatening growl. I heard something that sounded like metal against glass in the still air. "But a war is the last thing we need right now. If she has the lycanthropic disease though...I WILL kill you. War be damned." I could feel him tilt his head, and it was quite disconcerting. I tried to open my eyes or move...and limb of my body would have done fine. But nothing happened.
I felt like I weighed a hundred pounds more than usual, and each finger, each eyelid was being pulled down by gravity. Desperately I tried to force my mouth to open, to say something, to scream; anything would have worked at this point. All I got was a hoarse croaking noise that could have been mistaken for a snore.
"So that's why you didn't kill her. Interesting. She doesn't have lycanthropy, so there is no need to worry over it. I would know if she were a part of my pack now." I definitely recognized that voice. It was the last voice I had heard before falling unconscious. The alpha female wolf; Makoto as I can now identify her.
"You would do well to know your place, bitch. If you had wanted to know why I didn't kill her, you didn't have to try to finish the job to find out. This is something I would have told you. But that's not important now. She's awake, but we're keeping her up with this discussion, so I'm ending it."
I felt like crying, but I was too damn tired to ever produce any tears. Here I was, covered in what felt like a billion wounds, with a splitting headache, with two people who surely wanted me dead, and too fatigued to even open my eyes. The struggle to keep awake was becoming a losing battle. Again, I felt Mamoru leave the room, and the sensation both confused and frightened me. The inferno of pain reared to life again as someone sat down on whatever I was one, disturbing the balance I had gained with whatever it was. A cushion of some sort.
The last thing I heard before going unconscious again were more vague confusion words, and they did not do anything to ease my rest.
"You know, I think he likes you."
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Everything was dark. I couldn't even see myself through the enveloping blackness. I could feel my wrists were bound by something cold, hard and metallic; manacles attached to a wall or ceiling. I couldn't be sure. Whatever it was, it didn't reach to the ground, and so my arms were suspended over my head, dangling uselessly. I was on a bed of some sort, and I had been for at least a day now. Every now and then a man would come in, to bring me Sashimi and drinks. I don't even want to know why he knew my favorite foods and drinks. Sometimes a female was with him, and she was forced to feed me since I didn't have use of my own arms and hands.
But the fact remained; I was still being held captive. I hadn't been raped or abused, but being here was almost worse. Knowing something else would probably happen to me. And it could be worse.
Usagi and Haruka had taught me various tricks on how to escape different situations...but none of them were useful now. I could hear footsteps echoing off a wall...it must have been a large room, or a hallway. A creaking door that sounded heavy opened and closed, but there was no light behind it to show me where the door was, or where I was. I was trapped.
"I'm sorry to have to keep you like this, but it's a necessary precaution. Until I am assured that this is what I need, you will have to stay here." It was a rough male voice, one that seemed harsh and unforgiving.
"What are you looking for? What do I have that you could possibly want?" A light flicked on and I immediately shut my eyes against the bright light so I could adjust to the change more slowly. When I opened my eyes I saw that one teal strand of my hair had fallen into my face while I was in the dark.
"What do I want? I am not an overly selfish person Michiru, I would hope that much is obvious." I could hear the smirk in his voice, like he was silently laughing at me. Even though the light was on, his face was still completely covered in shadows. His voice was the only thing I had to guess his emotions by; and it seemed to get more dangerous by the second.
"I want everything that was taken from me."
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An: How did you like it? Tinkerbell051; again, I promise not to hold hostage any more chapters. This one was only delayed because I wanted to play with my new Christmas gadgets. *grins* Now I should be able to get another chapter out some time next month, if all goes to plan...Thank you all very much who reviewed. It was much appreciated.
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Desire's Deceit
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I ran.
My veins were filled with adrenaline, and my heart was pounding a mile a minute. My artistic roommate had to have been killed by lycanthropes. No other demon would rip her body apart; limb from limb.
And I wanted revenge.
I needed to kill; I needed to hear the sound of tearing flesh; being ripped apart, piece by piece. Just like Michiru had been.
Michiru had been a kind of sister to me, and now that Michiru had been murdered so grotesquely, I felt the world should feel the agony my turquoise haired roommate had suffered. Ending Michiru's life had hit me way too close to home, and I was furious anything would use her to get to me. All thoughts of Mamoru were completely driven from my mind.
I was infinitely grateful I hadn't changed before going to the guestroom, because I was still in my black miniskirt and black jacket. Even through my blind fury I had managed to have enough sense to reload my silencer and grab some more ammo and another dagger; so I wouldn't have to head home for a while.
The night wasn't over yet, and I had a feeling it would be by the time I had finished.
Sticking to the alleyways and shadowed corner streets, I made my way to a local feeding place, the park. When I arrived at my destination I congratulated myself for remembering it, even though my rage.
There weren't wolves in Japan, so I was even more pleased when I spotted four or five a few yards away, not even trying to hide as they finished eating something.
Checking to make sure I was downwind, I silently stalked towards the werewolves.
As I neared the wolves, I saw that it was five, and my wrathful anger increased. Five against one was not fair, and it was likely this was a similar way to how Michiru was killed. Incensed, I put the silencer on my gun and began my revenge.
I didn't give these lupines the courtesy of a fair fight. It wasn't something I'd even consider a brawl; it was a slaughter.
In the time span of three second five silver bullets had been let loose, and all five wolves yelped as they pierced through their flesh. Four died near instantly, the bullets having penetrated their hearts. But apparently I had missed one's heart, and it lay on the ground whimpering as I came closer to it. Holding my gun level with its head I bent over and whispered to it, "Payback's a bitch."
As I stood back up it howled at the harvest moon one last time before I fired again, this time aiming for it's head. Instantly the night returned to the eerie dead silence of midnight.
Now all I had to do was wait, no doubt there would be at least fifty more lupines coming to this place now that five of their pack had been killed. I looked to see how many bullets I had with me. Two were left in my Revolver, and five packs of eight sat in my pockets.
Not enough.
If I went down, I was going to take the whole damn pack down with me. I could already see the shadows moving, signaling me to the arrival of the wolves. I pulled out my gun and started to aim. No use hiding my weapon when they already knew I was armed.
Two lunged at me from all different directions and I spun in a circle as I shot them down. This time I was perfectly on target and both fell before reaching me. Quickly I reloaded and raised my weapon again. Only 40 bullets left.
The hairs on the back of my neck rose and I swiftly ducked as another lunged for my head. Spinning, I shot it from where it lay and five others that were crouching...ready to pounce. I could feel tears start to blur my vision. These were probably the same bastards that had killed Michiru. And it was time for revenge.
MY revenge.
I deftly pulled the trigger in a quick succession of seven and struck true every time. Again, I reloaded in a matter of seconds, this time shooting as I brought it back up. I could taste the salt from my tears as I bit my lip to keep from sobbing.
I lost count around that time of how many silver bullets I had left with me. I would just keep shooting until it was empty and then reload again. God there were so many. At least eighty wolves had shown up, and I had made a circumference of dead wolf corpses around myself. The other wolves seemed to be backing off though...parting for some reason.
Soon enough I realized they were parting for some-one.
Not waiting for this human lycanthrope to get any closer, I raised my gun again and shot. Empty. For what felt like the hundredth time, I reloaded it, but this time, halfway through lifting it up to shoot the werewolf, lighting struck the gun in my hands; the electricity coming from a thundercloud that must have appeared some time ago. I didn't notice it through my abysmal rage.
Halfway through snatching it up again lightning struck again. It was then that it occurred to me that I should be dead now by all rights. Getting struck by lightning killed people all the time didn't it? Metal was a conductor...but why was it hitting only at my gun? Was someone controlling it?
I could feel some of my anger slowly fade as confusion settled in again, but I ruthlessly tried to hold on to the fury. Before I could reach for my gun again, I felt someone lift my chin up.
I found myself looking into dark emerald eyes, and I blinked as I realized it was most probably the alpha or beta female of the lupines. Shaking myself out of my daze I reached of my gun again. I found it out of reach so I yanked myself away, grabbed it and shoved it in her face.
The response was instantaneous. Every wolf in the area lunged forward...but none dared to touch either of us.
She threw her head back and laughed as I reloaded it, still aiming it at the middle of her forehead. She casually flipped her long redwood hair over her shoulder and smiled idly at me.
"If you shoot me, you know they'll take you to my mate...and he won't be near as lenient with you as I'm willing to be. The fact you killed me would probably make him deal you a fate worse than anything you can possibly think of...so put that thing away, and let's talk" She had a low voice; but she was using a high airy tone. It reminded me of forests and meadows during sunset for some reason. Because I couldn't argue with her logical reasoning, I lowered the gun, but put my hand on my blade instead; just in case.
"You don't trust me very much do you?" Her eyes showed interest and a little hurt that I wasn't putting my full faith into her word.
"What do YOU want from me," I could swear I saw her facial expression go from curious to apprehensive, but the shadows bouncing off her face might have been playing tricks on me because I was so tired.
"Word has reached me that you had an encounter with the elusive vampire tonight. I want to know what HE wanted from you." The rumors on the grapevine sure did travel fast. I was silently glad though that she wasn't playing all the word and mind games that Mamoru had played. I was too exhausted and confused to try and force myself through another mental maze tonight.
Bringing a hand up to my face I quickly wiped the remaining wetness from my eyes and replied as evasively as I could. "I saw him. He didn't really specify what he wanted." Her eyes seemed to harden a little and suddenly in a flash I remembered the wound on my neck. Had she seen the blood? Or more importantly, was it still bleeding?
The wind picked up, and I noticed her clothing for the first time. Everything she wore was loose fitting and either green, pink, or brown. While each color complimented the others perfectly, the contrast between the black ambience around her and the pastel colors was surprising. As her cloths billowed out in the gust of wind, and I saw for the first time how truly ferocious she could look.
She let her fangs slip past her lips, and I cringed slightly. "I guess if you don't know what he wanted, then you're of no use to me. Although it does puzzle me why he wouldn't destroy a killer like you. It doesn't matter anymore. Brothers...sisters...get rid of her. And don't leave anything behind."
Not a moment later the entire pack attacked me. She turned and before I could even pull my gun out I felt something that would be comparable to having acupuncture, but with searing knifes as your needles. Everything felt like it was on fire, I could feel myself writhing in pain and hear myself screaming. I couldn't think past the agony of sharp canine's ripping at me...through my skin...to the bones and arteries...
Overwhelmed by the unbearable amount of pain, I surrendered myself to unconsciousness.
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Again, Luna sat diligently by the door, awaiting her charge and owner's return. So much for having Usagi console and calm her. The slayer had been so fatigued and out of it when she got here that she didn't even remember to put food in Luna's bowl before fleeing out the door again. And Michiru wasn't here to beg food from anymore.
The black cat let the tears slip as her mind brought an image of the reddened guest room to mind. She hadn't heard anyone come in...and there were no signs, aside from the blood, that anyone had even been there. Michiru hadn't screamed either, and that worried Luna. Even if the artist had been asleep she would have had to feel the pain of her body being torn apart and made some kind of noise. Too much about tonight should not have happened.
First there was Usagi's exhaustion. That in itself was not normal. The last time the blonde had slept for more than six hours had been after her encounter with the queen of the undead.
Then there was Michiru's undetectable murder. Why would anyone want to kill Michiru? She had been a kind, graceful, and beautiful person with more talents than Luna could count on both hands. And how had they gotten into the house, AND out of it, without breaking the lock, a window, a door or leaving a trace of any kind?
And lastly there was the fact that the teal-haired musician hadn't made any sound while she was being killed at all. She might have been asleep, but the cat had a sinking suspicion she had been awake when she was murdered.
Luna rubbed her eyes and laid down near the door, this time careful not to get her paws into the sticky red river. Come to think of it...the trail of blood had been there before Michiru's murder.
Thinking about it, Luna remembered accidentally stepping into something wet by the door and being curious was to what Michiru's paint project was this time. The cat had never encountered this amount of blood before, so naturally she assumed it to be something she could identify; not blood. She could recall going into the guest room, where the teal-haired artist was busy painting her newest masterpiece; a beautiful glass holding something blue tilted at an angle so the light bounced off each contour, each detail of the painting being flawlessly drawn out and illuminated.
Michiru had smiled at her, and asked her if she liked the painting; but it was a rhetorical question. Luna had mewed softly in reply; if only to be polite. It was a gorgeous painting, but the teal-haired student made perfect paintings all the time. Luna had keep walking around the house for a while, leaving Michiru in peace to paint. She had gone to wait by the front door for Usagi, but she must have drifted off because she couldn't remember that brief period of time. She could clearly remember going back into the room too see that the pale blue wallpaper had been repainted blood red.
Instantly she knew who it was, and she didn't want to see what end Michiru had met. Fleeing to the front door, Luna had waited for Usagi to return home and comfort her. Her blonde charge dealt with this kind of stuff nightly so the possibility of Usagi needing comfort didn't even cross her mind until Usagi was running out the door again. Apparently the blonde needed some placation, something to soothe her mind as well.
She would have to wait for Usagi to come home again; and it would probably be a while. Luna settled herself down to take a much-needed nap.
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I awoke to the fierce pounding of a mallet into my skull for a migraine, and the feeling of open wounds all over me, each one fiery with pain. I ignored the pain for the moment, concentrating on anything else that could hold my attention. I could faintly hear voices, and I recognized one of them, although it was very hard to hear through the static ringing in my ears.
"Makoto! You idiot! You're stupidity has yet to cease amazing me..." Mamoru's deep male voice drew a ragged breath. "Be glad that you're their queen, or I would rip your head off your body right here, right now with no regrets." He let out a low threatening growl. I heard something that sounded like metal against glass in the still air. "But a war is the last thing we need right now. If she has the lycanthropic disease though...I WILL kill you. War be damned." I could feel him tilt his head, and it was quite disconcerting. I tried to open my eyes or move...and limb of my body would have done fine. But nothing happened.
I felt like I weighed a hundred pounds more than usual, and each finger, each eyelid was being pulled down by gravity. Desperately I tried to force my mouth to open, to say something, to scream; anything would have worked at this point. All I got was a hoarse croaking noise that could have been mistaken for a snore.
"So that's why you didn't kill her. Interesting. She doesn't have lycanthropy, so there is no need to worry over it. I would know if she were a part of my pack now." I definitely recognized that voice. It was the last voice I had heard before falling unconscious. The alpha female wolf; Makoto as I can now identify her.
"You would do well to know your place, bitch. If you had wanted to know why I didn't kill her, you didn't have to try to finish the job to find out. This is something I would have told you. But that's not important now. She's awake, but we're keeping her up with this discussion, so I'm ending it."
I felt like crying, but I was too damn tired to ever produce any tears. Here I was, covered in what felt like a billion wounds, with a splitting headache, with two people who surely wanted me dead, and too fatigued to even open my eyes. The struggle to keep awake was becoming a losing battle. Again, I felt Mamoru leave the room, and the sensation both confused and frightened me. The inferno of pain reared to life again as someone sat down on whatever I was one, disturbing the balance I had gained with whatever it was. A cushion of some sort.
The last thing I heard before going unconscious again were more vague confusion words, and they did not do anything to ease my rest.
"You know, I think he likes you."
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Everything was dark. I couldn't even see myself through the enveloping blackness. I could feel my wrists were bound by something cold, hard and metallic; manacles attached to a wall or ceiling. I couldn't be sure. Whatever it was, it didn't reach to the ground, and so my arms were suspended over my head, dangling uselessly. I was on a bed of some sort, and I had been for at least a day now. Every now and then a man would come in, to bring me Sashimi and drinks. I don't even want to know why he knew my favorite foods and drinks. Sometimes a female was with him, and she was forced to feed me since I didn't have use of my own arms and hands.
But the fact remained; I was still being held captive. I hadn't been raped or abused, but being here was almost worse. Knowing something else would probably happen to me. And it could be worse.
Usagi and Haruka had taught me various tricks on how to escape different situations...but none of them were useful now. I could hear footsteps echoing off a wall...it must have been a large room, or a hallway. A creaking door that sounded heavy opened and closed, but there was no light behind it to show me where the door was, or where I was. I was trapped.
"I'm sorry to have to keep you like this, but it's a necessary precaution. Until I am assured that this is what I need, you will have to stay here." It was a rough male voice, one that seemed harsh and unforgiving.
"What are you looking for? What do I have that you could possibly want?" A light flicked on and I immediately shut my eyes against the bright light so I could adjust to the change more slowly. When I opened my eyes I saw that one teal strand of my hair had fallen into my face while I was in the dark.
"What do I want? I am not an overly selfish person Michiru, I would hope that much is obvious." I could hear the smirk in his voice, like he was silently laughing at me. Even though the light was on, his face was still completely covered in shadows. His voice was the only thing I had to guess his emotions by; and it seemed to get more dangerous by the second.
"I want everything that was taken from me."
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An: How did you like it? Tinkerbell051; again, I promise not to hold hostage any more chapters. This one was only delayed because I wanted to play with my new Christmas gadgets. *grins* Now I should be able to get another chapter out some time next month, if all goes to plan...Thank you all very much who reviewed. It was much appreciated.