(AN: Sorry dears that it took so EXTREMELY long, but I've been doing a hell of a lot of stuff, like a Manga. You can check it out at www.anthrofusion.com/~haruka. Again.sorry.and.umm.hopefully, I'll be getting more and more out more quickly since I now know what I'm doing.yeah ^^, and I want to thank Victor Cartigan for his support (and also inspiration from the beginning at the Castlevaniac site ^^) fweeeeeee ^^!)

Part Two : Decent into Darkness

Chapter Seven: Ada and the Wall

"Well, Man-Wolf, I was expecting that you would get her here and all, but not at such an alarming rate. I congratulate you." Gills was still in his ever violet suit, his grey skin turning to dust in the sable spots of the room. Ortega nodded solemnly " It was no trouble, really." Gills seemed to shrug "Well, you have accomplished your first task...in fact I think it wise that you should try and convince the girl that she'll never be able to get out, we don't get many upstarts that way..." Ortega made a nod of a bow "Very well then," * * * * * A morbid, glazed shadow of dead light opened up onto the girl sobbing quietly on the dank floor of the closet, stronger shades of brown showing up where she had moved the dust. A darker shape moved over her. Ortega looked down at her with disgust. He wanted to kill her, but he knew that he very well couldn't do that. She looked up at him with those piercing green eyes. Ortega clenched back the sadness that flooded his heart that tore and grasped at it.

He looked down at her and savagely pulled her up by the arm and ripped her into another room with enough candlelight, the same place when Quintin attacked him. As he reached it he threw her inside, not giving a damn where she fell, he slammed the door shut and made sure that she was not able to get out. Of course, her fear already incapacitated her, so there wasn't much that she could do.

He looked at her when she pulled herself off the floor. Blood was oozing its way slowly down the side of her head and stained her silvery hair. Ortega inwardly grinned, she had been injured, good, the bitch deserves some pain. She put her hand and winced and looked at him, her eyes turning bloodshot with the unshed tears. Finally she spoke, for what seemed to be an eternity "W-why are you doing this?"

Ortega growled, seized her by the neck of her dress and pressed her into the wall with one fist "Your kind...is very weak. You give us nothing but problems and rip long lived relations apart. You think you can change everything by begging for forgiveness, so we can accept you again, but still, humans are ignorant and they never listen to anything that is told to them!!" By the time he was finished She was looking in the other direction with tears still streaming down her face and Ortega was inches away from latching on to her neck and ripping the damned thing out.

"...But...some of us...were thankful of your help...and saving us-" Her eyes were locked with his, seeming to plead with him to stop the torment. Ortega felt something change withing him. Gods, she was beautiful, even for a human, despite her condition. He had seen no other like her in his life. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to get himself under a certain amount of control. He let her go, as she slowly sank down the wall to the ground. A candle wavered slightly. Ortega was staring into it so intently that he could almost see the heat waves being produced from its very small being ."I suppose we saved your kind. We saved you from certain death, but what about us?" He turned and bore his vibrant, golden eyes into her green ones. Her look was one of confusedness. "I-I...."

"You what?"

"I wish to repay your kind. At least...some of us do,"

Ortega was aghast. Was this truly kindness? Kindness from a human? If it wasn't, what could it be then? Pity. That what it was. She pitied a wretch. Anger began to well up in Ortega again. How could she be so ignorant? Well, it was somewhat understandable; she was a human after all. "I-don't-need- your-pity," With each step, he got closer to her, but she did not move. "I'm not pitying you. I want to help you,".

Those words! Those words! Why must she use them!? He didn't want to believe it as her soothing words meant to calm him, angered him even further, causing his brow to furrow. He almost felt something erupt in his head He brought a hand to it, feeling the encasing of skin and bone pulsate with blood "Lies!" He managed to finally explode "Is that the only thing a human can grant? Well, then out with you and your damnable lies!" He was about to strike her, but she did not flinch. She just stood, very calmly, as one tear managed to escape her pale, alabaster lids. "How am I lying?"

"Because.....because you're..." Ortega stopped. He could find no fault with her. This about the third time that she had said so. It almost seemed like she had no reason to lie, perhaps she just wanted to escape? He almost felt his own tears come and he closed his eyes slowly as he turned. He couldn't let her see him cry.

"Because I'm human?"

He suddenly felt something warm and soft on his shoulder. His heart fluttered for a moment. He had never felt something like that in his life. Something so very loving, so soft. It managed to ease his lupine heart-only for a moment. It was her hand. Ortega paused ever so slightly. Who did she think she was?! Ortega flinched and whirled round catching her off guard, which again sparked his anger. "Don't you-ever-touch me, human!!" the girl's jaw locked as she stumbled back into the wall. Ortega suddenly smiled a bit as he looked away, feeling a bit of pain accompanied with what he was about to say "If you're looking for a means of escape...your brother...he won't save you..."

"What?! What are you talking about? How do you know my brother?!" she exclaimed. Ortega snatched a glimpse of her. She looked extremely vulnerable. Perfect.
"I knew your brother very well, in childhood. I knew him so well, that we were brothers, so to speak. We talked together, fought together, hunted together...nothing could separate us-" Ortega then locked eyes with her "Until one day, when we were hunting, he betrayed me...he betrayed me by taking care of you!"

Her eyes were widened with shock. She then looked away first, almost reasoning with herself "But...but...why would he leave?"

Ortega grinned, a tear leaving its trancelucent mark on his cheek, soon closing his eyes "He left you because he wanted to do something else with his life. He was tired of taking care of you, so he..." Ortega was soon blinded with a memory, choked with tears. He held off a sob while quickly turning his head the other way "...so he could better himself."

"No! Cornell would never do that!!" The girl's eyes had filled with fury. His sadness turned to malicious glee at her reactions. Good, Ortega thought, Almost at breaking point. "How do you know?" Ortega said quickly turning on a heel and roughly pulling her close to him until their faces were an inch apart. He bored his ungainly, bright loam eyes into hers. "You remember that pendant don't you?" He whispered harshly. He took her silence, which was heavy, upset breathing " I gave that to Cornell when we were but pups, so he could remember our brotherhood together,"
The girl gasped. He had done it. Smirking, he let her fall to the floor.

"Cornell doesn't care for you, he only made an illusion for you. I know your pain, but, since you are a human I cannot, rather I do not wish to, offer you comfort. You will die soon, and I care not for you, neither does Cornell," The girl wept bitterly as she crumpled brokenly as she said over and over again "...it's not true...it's not true". Ortega did feel some pity, but he managed to suppress it. He also wanted to know why Cornell would betray so many people just to find himself. Cornell had hurt him beyond recognition, and he had hurt this girl too. He sighed heavily as went to pick her up and take her back, feeling some of his own tears tinge his vision. He quickly blinked them away as his heart wrenched, setting her on the floor, and then finally locking the door. He gave out a throaty sigh as he lay against the door, still listening to her sob.

Ortega picked up a familiar scent from quite a ways out. It twinged his nose sharply as he moved closer to it. Soon he found himself outside as he felt the ominous wind tug at his form. Still questioning further and further, he pushed himself into it and pressed forward, every fibre of his being burning...something he knew not what. He now put everything to this scent, and finally recognized it. Cornell was here.