Hello everyone. This is the second chapter. Whohoo. This one is a little more gory than the first one. It describes the battle against the Moth demon bandit and his men. I don't think it's to bad but I'm not the most sensitive person. Enjoy the story!

He could feel himself stirring. Slowly but surely he was about to awaken again. The yells of an old man. The screams of a child. The scent of his mate. But there was another woman with her and his mate was comfortable with that person so she must be a member of his pack. Both were feeling threatened. He struggled to come up. There was something around him. The man was protecting him. He must be another pack member. But he could feel the power around him fading. He was needed. And so he awoke.

He felt the unsurtantly of the man behind him grow. He had to defeat this substance threatening them. Quickly he sliced through the heavy material. The fear of the ones attacking the women grew. They should be scared. They threatened his pack. He heard the whispers of his mate. She was relieved he was there. Good, she knew that he would protect her. Now to destroy the others.

The smell of blood on his claws delighted him. This was fun. He felt fear coming from his mate. He had to kill them all so that she would not fear them any longer. The other pack's leader approached them. He spun ready to destroy even more. The demon puffed himself up. He smiled. There is no chance he would lose. The other demon took to the sky and attacked him with weak winds. This was nothing. He over came them and attacked the demon's wings. The felled demon spit the poison thread at him again. He jumped and heard the other say," Haha I melted him he was merely a half demon."

He formed his lips in a snarl and said,"Are you talking to me?"

He smiled savagely as the moth looked up in surprise. With the words"You filthy vermin" and a stroke downwards the moth demon was finished. The rest of the man's pack ran. The would not escape. They had threatened his pack and his mate. They would pay. "You won't escape" he told them.

His mate whispered his name. Good she approved of his actions. But was there a hint of worry in her voice. For him? Well she was human. She didn't know his true strength. He would have to prove it to her. The men ran like a pack of deer. Fools,"You won't get away."

And they didn't. The copses lay on the grass. Just the thought of all that blood made his insides shiver in delight. The survivors tried to flee on their horses. As he ran after them he chuckled darkly. Both men and horses fell before him. The delight overflowed from him. They must all die.

His pack was running towards him. They also wished to join in the kill. It would be even more fun now. A dark chuckle escaped him. He jumped in front of the men to keep them from going any farther. His human pack wasn't as fast as himself.

The humans started to beg for their lives. His mate called out to him. What she said was lost to him. The melody of her words twisted around him. She was probably asking for the chance to kill the men. He chuckled. She didn't have to ask he had already been willing to give them to her. He cracked his knuckles and looked at his hands. Her soft, thin hands would be beautiful stained with blood.

The pup squealed something at her. She ran towards him. Maybe he would just destroy one of the men's arms. There would be plenty left for his mate. But wait. No there was a foe here that needed to be dealt with. He jumped away from his mate to draw the attention away from her. His opponent was one that he had seen before right before he went back to sleep. He smelled as if they were related. The hair of the man was the same as his own. The other man looked at the damage and said something. He was finding it hard to understand the man. He growled at the man. The man issued a challenge which he gladly accepted.

Running at him and leaping for a downward swing. A sword blocked his way and the man of his pack gave him a warning. He snarled and punched the blade aside. His arm was wounded. He attacked again and now blood came form his chest. He attacked again and again and each time his attack was dodged. The man said something that sounded like an insult. He attacked again and this time was thrown back. He yelled in fury as his mate spoke his name.

He landed on the ground. He couldn't move. He felt his mate shield himself with her body and plead. What was she doing? He sensed her relief. Why? His other pack members came to defend him. They challenged him. No they couldn't defeat this enemy. He would kill it when he could move. Then he would kill the creatures in the surrounding area for sport. He would even let his pack join in. But slowly he stopped wanting that. He felt sleepy. When he next awoke he would do just that but for now...

And yes I realize how amazingly gory that was but I'm telling it like it is. So review please. Hope you liked it. Next is my original scene with demon InuYasha. Till then.

-Murdoca