Nyx completely shook when she heard this growl coming from behind her, and it seemed to be getting louder and louder, as if it was approaching her.
She didn't want to turn around, she didn't want to but she did. She slowly looked up over her shoulders.
She sees this large cage, this large hairy looking beast with brown fur, wearing a loincloth, having chains on his wrist, feral yellow eyes staring down at her.
The Wolfman.
As Nyx goes to run, the Wolfman reaches out from the bars of his cage with a roar, grabbing her long white hair and pulls her back, slamming her up against the bars, lifting her completely off the ground.
Nyx screamed off the top of her lungs. Struggling and pulling, crying out in pain as the wolfman was trying to pull the small vampire inside, her being tiny enough to slip through the bars, his head reaching out and trying to bite her.
Nyx continues to scream and cry, trying to escape but she can't. She felt the wolfman trying to grab her with his other hand.
Her cries soon attracted Hans Hands who had just happened to walk past the tent and heard the screams. He saw Nyx was struggling against the wolfman, he let out a startled gasp.
He quickly grabs a metal crow bar and races over to her. "Let go of her!" He shouted, slamming the bar against the cage, trying to get him to let go but the wolfman was not letting her go.
During this time, this sensation crept up to Nyx. The same feeling she had when she was in front of Mr. Tiny, her red eye amongst her being in more pain in this dire situation was becoming irritated once more. However the more she remained in this situation, her other eye was starting to irritate her as well. This feeling like something was clawing its way out was back, and this time it was stronger. Her screams started to sound distorted as she and Hans tried to break her free.
Then, with a flash of red, Nyx felt something sliced her hair and she ended up on the ground once more. She was shaking and breathing heavily, tears streaming down her face. The wolfman snarled and howled, clinging to the long strands in his hands as he grabbed the bars.
She opened her eyes and looked up.
Larten Crepsley stood over her, looking like he had just woken up, probably startled awake when he heard the child screaming. When he looked to see if she was alright, he saw her eyes.
Both of her eyes were now red and had a soft glow around them, the sclera around her eyes was black. It lasted a brief moment before her eyes reverted back to how it was. One red eye and one greenish blue eye and the whites return.
The look of pure terror and fear consumed the child and she takes off running again.
She ran all the way back to the camper, quickly entering and slamming the door shut. Panicking, she starts piling everything up against the door, blocking everything she thinks anyone could get in before retreating back to the center of the room, breathing heavily.
Nyx gripped her head as her mind painfully began swarming with the memory of all the pain she had endured. 30 winters. That's how she counted the years of torment. 30 long winters of suffering, nearly each day up to now bringing her nothing but pain.
No more! NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE!
So much emotion swarming her, she let out a roar. The sound of her voice shook the camper violently, windows vibrated, objects on the floor rumbled.
She then starts grabbing objects off the ground and begins breaking everything she sees. All the toys she had received, she destroyed it, rips every single thing apart and threw it down. The papers and pencils all thrown and broken, the bed and pillows torn. This rage fueled her, rage of being hurt, rage that she was even here to begin with.
Nyx thought this place was safe, but after that she didn't know anymore.
When she got to the barbie doll with the white hair that Sam said it looked like her. She snarled in disgust, grabbing a broken piece of glass and started stabbing the face. Stabbing what was supposed to be her. She cut and stabbed the doll's face and body multiple times, not caring that the palm of her hand was getting cut and she was bleeding.
The doll was rendered to shreds of plastic and fabric, leaving stab marks within the carpet.
When the stabbing was done she dropped the glass and fell to her knees before collapsing complete. Curling up into a tight ball and sobbed heavily.
Wishing to finally have some peace, which she thought was surely fleeting now.