A/N: So how did you like that last one? I know I said 3 reviews, but I couldn't resist- so I went ahead.

Kyoku shook her head. "It's a nice idea, Kiri, but we'll be caught. And remember what he said about if we tried to run away."

Kiri knew, all too well. Three months after they had first returned here, Kyoku had tried to dash off. Mark had sprinted out, in his listless brown wolf form, and chased her down. As a wolf he had ripped her stomach open- and as a human he had forced himself upon her. With promises that it would be worse the next time.

But still, she shook her head. "I'm going. And you can't stop me! You can't fucking stop me!" With these last words, she started loping off, her silver fur glistening and her yellow and blue-flecked eyes gleaming. A howl escaped her as she ran.

But that howl may have undone her. Because, seeming to slip out of the shack like a shadow, Mark came out with his brown fur on end. His eyes, dull, brown marbles that seemed incapable of compassion, shone- but not with the hopefully eager expression Kiri had- more like a bloodthirsty shine.

Fat or not, the brown caught the loping white wolf, who went down in a tangled mass of yelping, snarling, and snapping white teeth.

Kyoku ran ahead to them as a wolf, and worry was in her eyes. When she got to the two fighting, Kiri was obviously going to loose- though a small scratch marked Mark's leg, Kiri's legs were shredded- again. Blood was flowing

freely, and Kiri's howls were getting weaker by the minute.

Though she knew it was stupid, Kyoku ran forward into the fray. Her fangs caught Mark by surprise, catching onto his loose neck fur- but even as her teeth ripped and tore, his own muzzle swung down, and one of his long canine teeth -there was a joke there- slashed down, leaving her a scar from the corner of her right eye to half way down her muzzle, which, when in human form, looked like a white tear. She would carry that for the rest of her life.

Kyoku looked down, at Kiri, even as she fell to the ground. Her beloved twin was on the ground, looking like she was comatose.

Kyoku's eyes started to close, and to someone who looked closely, you might have noticed a tear slipping out of her blue eye and tracing the line of the wound.

Kyoku opened her eyes, four hours later, on a world of pain. She threw her head around wildly, looking for Kiri, and realized she couldn't move- she was bound to the bed, stretched out. And completely naked.

Her eyes widened in fright. What was going to happen to her? She struggled madly, but the ropes that held her constricted her movement, as well as keeping her tied....across the bed so her long naked body was fully revealed.

Her eyes got even wider, if that was possibly, but this time with hysteria, terror, and horrible understanding.

Finally she saw Kiri. Her sister, who never wanted to hurt anyone, was strung to the wall. Evidently she had been beaten- fang marks and bruises, maybe from a stick, covered her front. She was also naked, but worse off- tied to the wall, beaten, and apparently unconscious. Blood trickled down her shoulders, chest, and her inner thighs- a sign of what Mark did to her.

It was too much for Kyoku. She screamed, her shriek ending on a note that seemed to more resemble a howl.

Mark burst into the room. Kyoku screamed louder when she saw him, because he was also naked- and that was the least of it.

Kyoku whipped her head around, to try and chew at the ropes. She couldn't change to wolf form in this position- after all, she could wind up with all four legs broken, to say nothing about her neck or back. But still, her fangs stayed, and she gnawed at the binding ropes as quickly as she could.

During this, Mark simply stood, amused. When Kyoku exhausted herself, he walked up to the raggedy bed. He climbed onto it, and onto Kyoku.

Kyoku tried to keep some dignity, and get free. But her barely- held hysteria broke free when Mark entered her, ripping pain up and down her entire body.

A shrill keening escaped Kyoku. And that was when Kiri finally woke.

God....what's that sound? Kyoku? Where is she? Kiri's lavender eyes clouded, then cleared when she saw her sister. Kyoku, spread out for the whole world to see, was being raped by that bastard, Mark.

Kiri's eyes changed color then- they went from the innocent lavender to a dark ruby. Her fangs enlongated, her chest expanded, and with a slight nip to the ropes binding her arms, freed herself.

She couldn't see now, so she resigned herself to blinding jumping forward. Thankfully, her aim was true and she landed on Mark's back, effectively rendering him helpless.

Mark screamed in surprise and pain. The sound calmed Kiri a little, enough to see clear again. She saw Kyoku's wide, haunted eyes, and rage filled her again. Looking down at Mark, she changed to wolf form, snarling. She leaped off the bed, and ran outside, challenging Mark to follow her.

And he did. He ran a little oddly, because his back was twinging, but he still was fast.

He stopped though, when he got a good look at Kiri. Her fur bristled on end, but he thought she looked bigger and more muscular anyhow. Her eyes were the deep ruby they had changed to in the shack, and her silver fur and longer, more wild.

He was scared.

He didn't let it show, though, as he ran forward to meet his niece. She simply stood her ground, but at the last possible second, she dropped down, her belly hugging the ground, and he mostly passed over her.

Except his fat stomach- and she ripped that open with long sharp fangs.

He stopped. Dropping to the ground, on his side, his dull eyes rolled up to the midnight sky. Thoughts ran through his head, dying thoughts.

That bitch.

What right does she have?

Where'd she go?

Where's Beth?

Where's her sniveling sister?

His questions were answered when a scream, evidently Beth's, rose into the night then was suddenly cut off. And Kyoku and Kiri stepped out together, Kyoku still dripping blood from where Kiri's fangs had nipped her in her hurry. She walked oddly too, but from being in that odd position.

Kiri stepped onto one side of him, so his throat was bare, and Kyoku to the opposite side. Their eyes, old beyond their years, regarded each other; then each swooped down at the same time and broke Mark's neck, ridding them of his evil forever.