Jackal's Girl

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the 13 ghosts or their characters. Oh and this chapter has a lot of cursing and some sexual content in it so if you aren't allowed to read this kind of stuff you have been warned.

"Speech"

'Thoughts'

-Telepathy/Voices-

Last time:

The night seemed to go on forever as we rolled around on the bed indulging in the feelings that we were causing each other, not caring if anyone heard or saw us. Not knowing that the whole time we were watched by two sets of eyes both burning with hatred and jealousy at the sight in front of them.

The next morning I awoke sore and stiff from last nights actions. I looked around for Ryan but he was nowhere to be found. "Typical beast." I growled before searching for some clothes and jumping into the shower. After I had dried off and cleaned and dressed up; I managed to grab the glasses as I tried my best to walk down the hall to the kitchen. It felt like I was walking through a fire and my legs were burning off. I found the kitchen empty but still stocked with food and drink. I kept eying the carving knives wondering how long I could survive if I actually cut out my heart. No matter how hard I tried I could still remember Thomas' screams and the words of the beast. They had come true, I wasn't loved by a mortal man and I didn't take a living man as my lover. I was getting extremely confused trying to wrap what little sanity I had left around it and was failing miserably.

Good morning Mommy! How are you feeling today?

Billy wandered into the kitchen and jumped up onto one of the counters and sat down dangling his feet off the edge. His eyes seemed to be smoldering with hate and held no childish emotions. Just by looking in his eyes made me shiver, even though I could kill him he still creeped me out. He just smiled and started to swing his feet making them bang against the cupboard.

"I thought I told you to leave me alone. I'm not your mom; kid." I growled and turned to face him fully. "Why do you keep implying that I am?"

Of course you're my mommy, although not the mommy that gave birth to me. But you're still my mommy. I said so and you're not going to change my mind so get used to it.

He frowned and jumped off the counter and instantly was at my side. He grabbed my hand and started to drag me out of the kitchen with inhuman strength. 'Damn this kid is strong what does he want with me?' I let him lead me downstairs to one of the glass boxes. He pointed to the symbol at the side and frowned.

That's my symbol mommy, it means 'The first born son'. Isn't it neat mommy, a room all to myself. You can spend the night with me, and not that mean old Jackal. Okay mommy, I'll got get you're stuff.

Billy dropped my hand and disappeared, leaving me in the basement alone. I growled and decided not to stay with a dead brat overnight even if he deluded himself into thinking I was his new mom. Knowing that he could appear at any moment, and once he saw that I wasn't there he would be furious. I decided to wander deeper into the basement to find a nice spot to bunker down 'till the brat decided to give up and call it a night. After walking until I had gotten myself officially lost I decided to lean against one of the walls and try to calm down. It didn't work, I just got myself so worked up I dropped to my haunches and tried to sniff my way back to the stairs. Sure it was strange following my own scent but I really didn't have a choice.

Well, well what do we have here? A little lost she-bitch looking for her pack?

I turned quickly to see Royce standing there looking officially pissed. His bat was leaning against his shoulder and his wounds had started to bleed again. The scent of blood, even though it was ghostly and congealed, still tantalized my senses into a frenzy. I heard myself growl before I jumped on him sinking my teeth into his shoulder.

What the fuck! How the hell, get off!!!!

Royce yelled and threw me off, not before I got a mouthful of ghostly flesh. 'Man why can't ghosts have taste, or even texture to their flesh and blood.' I mentally sighed and stood up to face him. He seemed to be stuck between shock, anger, and awe.

How the hell can you touch me?

He hefted his bat and prepared to strike me. I laughed and cracked my neck and knuckles. His face was priceless, and I wished I had a camera; but he probably wouldn't even show up anyways.

"I don't know I'm just lucky I guess." I hissed at him and dodged his bat as it swung for my head. I laughed again and tried to jump back onto his back, but he knocked me out of the way with a well placed bat to the stomach. I slammed to the wall and fell to my knees coughing up blood. "Geeze I guess you're no pansy when you're angry." I growled and regained my wind quickly, standing back up while preparing to strike again.

Well, well, well isn't the little hot shot out of his league?

Ryan appeared out of nowhere looking worse for wear, approached Royce bearing his teeth from behind the iron cage. He looked drained and almost ready to collapse, but still had enough fight in him to take on Royce and then some. Royce looked appalled and concerned at his appearance.

My god Ryan, what the hell happened to you?

That's none of your concern, just worry about what I'm going to do to you. Especially after you dared to touch my whore.

I growled and Ryan ignored me; deciding to turn his attention to Royce. I was starting to get a little spooked. 'Did I do that to Ryan, is he dying again? Can ghosts even die?' My thoughts took me away for a moment and when I returned, both Ryan and Royce were fighting tooth and nail. Ryan managed to throw Royce into a wall, then fell to the ground clutching his chest. I ran over and kicked Royce hard in the jewels, before running over to Ryan.

"What the hell is happening to you?" I hissed and dragged him off to a secluded corner. He was actually starting to raggedly breathe and I could feel a faint pulse beneath his ghostly skin.

What did you do to me whore?

"What do you mean, what did I do to you? I haven't done anything!" I yelled at him feeling his heart start to race.

This is you're fault, tell me what you did to me!

Ryan grabbed me by my neck and threw me against the ground. He managed to straddle me without breaking his death grip on my neck. He growled and put his face within inches of mine. He didn't feel cold like he had before, it seemed like he was starting to warm up and it was killing him all over again.

Well, speak up whore. Or are you finally learning your place?

I flipped him over and wrapped my hands around his neck, ignoring the fact that the cage was digging into my flesh. Even when my hands and wrists were sliced open and the blood ran free; I didn't loosen my grip a bit. He let go of my neck and tried to pry my hands from his neck. I finally let him go and he struggled to breathe as I stood above him.

What the hell is happening to me?

"I intend to find out." I hissed and pulled him along behind me heading to the old library I had seen Cyrus in a few times. I was hoping to find him there and beat the shit out of the old man; to get some information of course. But instead of Cyrus I found the brat Billy sitting on the desk holding his little bow and arrow looking thoroughly pissed off.

I thought I told you to stay away from him, mommy. He doesn't love you like I do, give him up and come back to me. You'll always be my mommy, please. I'll forgive you, just don't leave me for...him!

Billy pointed his arrow straight at Ryan and his face contorted in rage. I dropped Ryan on the floor and stormed over to the kid and grabbed his bow and arrow; then threw it across the floor.

"I am not you're mommy, now get that through your thick head." I threw the kid against the wall making him stare at me in fear. "Where's Cyrus?" I demanded while stomping towards the kid again.

"I'm right here, of course." I turned and Cyrus was standing behind the fallen form of Ryan. There was a woman standing next to him, she gave off the bitch vibe so I just growled at her. "Is something wrong?"

"Of course something is fucking wrong!" I yelled and pointed to Ryan. "What the hell is happening to him?" It felt like I couldn't get enough air and the room started to spin.

"Nothing is wrong with him, in fact I think he's resurrecting from the dead quite nicely. It's too bad that once he's alive I'll have to kill him again." Cyrus sighed and looked to the woman beside him. "Kalina, take the girl and the Jackal to her room, lock them inside. I'll get to them later." He then flickered out of sight and the woman looked over to me. Her eyes seemed to look like empty voids, as if she had no will of her own. She walked over and grabbed Ryan before flickering out of sight leaving me and the brat alone.

"Hey brat." I looked over to him. "Is there a way out of here?"

I don't know mommy. I'll look for you, but you can't be so mean to me.

I growled and cursed to myself. "Fine, just find me a way to get out of here, I'll get Ryan."

I'm not taking him with me, if we leave it will just be you and me.

"Listen Billy, I don't know what's happening to Ryan. But I think that it's my fault. I'm not going to leave him here to die again, not like Thomas!" I managed to scream at the kid making him jump and take a few steps back. "Plus if you don't help me save him, I will never consider you my child." I hissed and if it were possible he would have paled three shades while shivering. He nodded and flickered out of sight just as Kalina reappeared in front of my. She grabbed me and the next thing I know, I was in my room with the glass door shut and locked tight. I looked around for Ryan and saw him struggling to his feet. "Ryan, I don't know what exactly is happening, but I think you're being brought back to life." His head jerked up and he glared at me.

This is your fucking fault you stupid whore!

"You know this isn't all my fault, you were the one to jump me in the hallway." I growled back at him.

No matter what it takes, I will make you suffer for this bitch. I won't stop until you are suffering and begging for me to kill you.

With that his eyes rolled back into his head and his unconscious body slumped down onto the floor. His form seemed to glow and he screamed as if somebody were killing him again. I felt like I was going to be sick so I ran into the bathroom and clung to the porcelain throne for all I was worth. He seemed to scream for almost an hour and after he stopped; the silence was deafening. Cautiously I wandered out of the bathroom to find him curled up in the closet. His breath was coming in ragged gasps while he clung to the wall with all his strength. I was actually becoming concerned and reached out to make sure he was all right.

Mommy I found a way out but I'm not sure how long it's going to be there.

Billy appeared behind me and tugged at my shirt. He looked scared and tried to pull me away from Ryan.

"Can you get us there?"

Yes mommy but I can only take one person at a time.

"Fine, take Ryan first so that I can prepare." He nodded and I ran across the room to gather my things. After changing back into my straight jacket, I grabbed my last piece of Thomas. I kept waiting for Billy to return but instead Kalina returned and didn't look too pleased.

Well if it isn't the little brat that has attracted Cyrus's attention. Well I think that I can fix that. Cyrus is mine, so I'll make it so he won't want you anymore. Let's see how he likes you when you're torn to pieces and scattered around his house.

She grinned and pulled out a carving knife and walked towards me. Having no weapon of my own I had no choice but to back up. 'How strong can this freak be?' I asked myself hoping that she would wimp out and leave. As she lunged at me I spun to the side and knocked her down. All that got me was a nice deep slash in my side and a knife impaled into my calf. Knowing that she would enjoy me screaming I took a deep breath and kicked her across the room.

Mommy you're hurt!

"Billy get me the hell out of here!" I yelled at the kid and he grabbed my side and in a flash we were outside where a very haggard looking Ryan was waiting for me.