Chapter Five
Village of Grimsby
Staring up to the sky as rain erupted from the clouds, the girl heard the shrieks of women as they hurried to their homes, desperate for warmness. Children giggled, chasing one an other until their parents grabbed hold of them and dragged them home. One after another, men descended from the far forest, each holding onto their prey as they ran to the village butcher, fresh meat ready to be skinned and cooked. The girl knew she was drenched, the cool air ghosted across her skin making her involuntary shiver, her wavy brown hair clung to the sides of her face, pronouncing her cheeks fullness. Closing her eyes, the girl tried to ignore the cold, the sounds around and simply enjoyed the feel of water against her skin, it was times like this when she felt the most free and able to escape reality, allowing herself to be exposed to the rain almost made her feel pure. But she wasnt pure, not anymore.
Snapping her eyes open, the girl looked down at herself and began to shake. Her dress was slightly torn at the bottom from where it had been forced upwards, the stitching along her middle was partly undone exposing the top parts of her breasts. Looking at her chest, the girl bit her lip at the sight of bruise forming, along her arms were dark finger marks that made the girl swallow in disgust.
It is my duty.
She would remind herself of this, she knew the time would come, but had it had to happen this way? Could it not have happened some other way, some other time, at least until they were wed? But of course, she had no choice, she never did. She was no longer pure, how could she be expected to wear a white dress now? How could she look into her mothers eyes and tell her she was unclean? Even if it had been her husband-to-be who had violated her, she was still unwed and therefore if word got out, she would be known as the village whore. Clenching her hands into fists, the girl desperately fought to hold back her tears, the memory of his hands on her, gripping her so painfully he had to gag her with a dirty cloth to stop her from screaming, the vile taste had made her puke in her mouth, but he hadn't stopped, merely called her filth. Though she couldn't disagree, she should have been able to compose herself. Wrapping her arms around herself, the girl lifted a trembling hand to her lips and touched them timidly and then withdrew. There was blood. He had bit into her lower lip and now she had a cut. Though this was only a minor injury compared to the rest of her body, thankfully he had left the rest of her face alone, though that was only simply because they were to be wed tomorrow...he couldn't simply allow his soon-to-be-wife look "even more hideous". A single tear slipped from the girls eye as she felt a sting come from her vagina, she could feel the tear and knew there would be blood. Composing herself, the girl straightened up. Her father would also be returning from the hunt, he would be ashamed to find his daughter in such a state and would punish her for not acting more compliant to her soon-to-be-husbands needs. Even though this sort of thing was to happen after they were married, her father would have turned a blind eye as long as it meant his daughter would be married into the richest family in the village. The girl however did not care for money, if she could, she would call off the wedding and continue with her dream to find actual love...but that of course wasn't to be her fate...her fate was to marry a man her father believed was suitable, a man who saw her as a mere object, a possession, which would be fine, she liked the feeling of being owned...but not without care or love. The man merely wanted her for sex, to put it simply, a baby carrier. Nothing more. The girl could just picture it, whilst she remained at home, heavily pregnant, her husband would having his way with countless of women, only touching her in the harshest of ways that involved a fist or brutal unwanted sex.
Swallowing down vomit, the girl held back a sob as she turned back towards her house. She had left her husband-to-be in bed, asleep. She would have to wake him before her father and mother returned. Shutting the door softly, the girl allowed the sound of water dripping fill the room, hopefully she wouldn't be punished for stepping out without permission, otherwise her husband-to-be might become insulted at her departure and accuse her of abandoning him.
Oh I wish.
Sighing deeply, the girl went upstairs, trying to be quiet as to not wake the man who slept in her bed. Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the room and froze. The man had re-positioned himself so he was laying on his back, above the covers, his body exposed. Dried blood clung to his cock and trailed up along his stomach, a wicked grin was across his face, even in sleep he was marveling in her pain. Staring at the man with wide eyes, it suddenly hit the girl she had lost her purity to this man, that could never love another and would abuse her for the rest of her life. She didn't want it, hadn't wanted it. But he made her, and he had that power, she had none. Finally the tears flowed free.
The man began to stir, his eyes slowly opened and then squinted, confused. Soon he realised where he was, remembered what had happened and grinned once more. Sitting up, he stared at the girl, his eyes gleaming with delight. "Well my dear girl, that was a pleasurable evening. I couldn't wait for tomorrow, I had to have you, but..." Standing up, he made his way over to the girl and licked his lips, "I do wish you could have been more...compliant. Maybe then I wouldn't have had to be so...forceful with you. If you had just done what I had said...maybe you could have had some pleasure as well." Bending down, the man laid kisses along the girls neck, making her shiver in disgust, "Remember my dear...you belong to me, you will be my wife come tomorrow and then...there won't ever be a day you don't know your place. I will control every part of your life, your being...I will do whatever I wish to you, do you understand me?" The girl didn't respond. Frowning, the man grabbed hold of the girl's bare arm tightly, causing her to cry out in pain, "Do you understand me?"
"Y-yes."
"Yes what? Do not make me punish you for disrespecting me!"
"Y-Yes sir-"
"Good girl..." Satisfied, the man released the girl and grinned. Picking up his clothes he began to get dressed, leaving the distressed girl staring at the floor, tears flowing free. "You'll have to learn to stop doing that. Crying makes you look ugly and I will not tolerate having an ugly wife. I need something out of this marriage."
Looking at the man timidly, the girl whispered, "Why...why marry me then? If you despise the idea, and me...why marry me? You could have any woman in this village."
"Ah...my dear Rose, you see, your father is willing to pay handsomely to my family just so I will marry you, and with our families joining, that will mean quite a bit of profit...and there is the fact you have decent looks," Sending a grin the girls way, the man licked his lips again and stared pointedly at her breasts, "Well that just makes my nights more enjoyable, doesn't it?"
Once the man was fully changed, he made his way out the door whistling, but stopped when he reached the stairs and called out to Rose, "Oh my dear, I would get cleaned up if I were you, wouldn't want your father or mother seeing their daughter in such a filthy state. I would also change the bed sheet! Sleep well and in the morning you will be my wife..." Laughing cruelly as Rose let out a loud sob, she slammed her bedroom door and listened for the front door opening and shutting. When she was sure the man had left, she rushed over to her bed and stripped it, screaming at the sight of her own blood.
"Damn it all to hell!" Rose frantically pulled off her dress and then her undergarments that were soaked with blood. She would have to hide them for now until she could find a way to dispose of them. Stuffing them all under her bed, Rose stood naked in her room, her bedding was in a pile on the floor. Sniffling, Rose made her way to the bathroom and scrubbed at her skin with a cold wet sponge, she didnt have time to boil water for a bath. Scrubbing at herself, she couldn't help but still feel unclean, dirty...she couldn't rid herself of the violation, of what she had just allowed.
"I hate him!" Rose snapped as she scrubbed her vagina, the pain hurt so bad and so caused fresh tears to form, angry red hot tears. "How could he...how could he..." Throwing down the blood soaked sponge, Rose hiccuped and looked down at herself. The bruises were more obvious now. Covering her eyes with her hands, Rose sobbed and collapsed to the ground. Curling up into a ball, she allowed herself to cry uncontrollably.
I'm worthless. Even if I could escape this hell..no one would want me. I'm a used toy, second goods, no one wants a dirty whore. I'm no longer pure.
"Th-This isnt fair..." Rose whispered to herself as she wrapped her arms around her body. Swallowing, Rose froze as the sound of a door opening reached her ears. Sitting up straight, Rose listened quietly.
"Rose?" Rose inhaled sharply, it was her mother, she was home. Backing up against the far wall, Rose tried to remain quiet, to try and make her mother believe she wasnt home.
"Rose?" She was coming up the stairs. Rose licked her lips, eyes wide. She was too close. Letting out a fearful sob, Rose clamped a hand over her mouth, hoping her mother never heard.
"Rose?" Her mother questioned and tried to open the door. In fear, Rose leapt to the door and slammed it closed, causing her mother to tumble back in shock. Rushing back to the door, her mother called out in panic, "Rose? Open the door!"
"M-Mother please, don't come in, I want to be alone, please leave me be."
"Rose...I am not leaving until you open the door. I need to make sure you are alright!"
"Mother I'm fine-"
"To hell you are fine!" Her mother yelled. Rose remained silent. Sighing, her mother laid her hands against the door, "Rose...my dear Rose, please open the door, this isn't like you, please-"
Rose moved away from the door slowly, allowing her mother to open the door. As their eyes met, her mother gasped, a hand went to her mouth as she took in the sight of her bruised bleeding daughter. "Oh sweet Rose-"
"Mother...I'm sorry, but...he wouldn't stop."
"Oh Rose, oh Rose! My sweet sweet Rose!" Gently taking hold of Rose, her mother held her tight, cradling her daughter as they both cried into each other, the blooded sponge forgotten.
Only a few moments had passed, but to Rose it felt like hours, she missed being held by her mother, she would do it often when she was a child, but not as often now due to her father's insistence of her needing to mature and grow up. Women don't cry...girl's do. But now, Rose didn't care, she needed her mother. Pulling back from her slightly, she looked into her mother's tear-stained face. "My clothes...they are a mess and so are my bed sheets-"
Nodding slowly, her mother released her and stood up slowly, "Wait...wait here Rose." Then she left. But soon came back with a creamy white gown that would reach her ankles and had long sleeves, "Put this on...it will cover you up and hide the...the-"
"Thank you...mother."
"I'll take care of your clothes and bedding, and I'll take care of making your bed, just...wait here, please." Nodding at her mother, Rose watched her leave and close the bathroom door. Her mother needed time to process what had happened, she needed time to take in the fact her daughter had been violated...but there was nothing she could do. They were to be wed, it was her father's word. Swallowing, Rose stood and slipped on the nightgown, its soft cotton fabric felt heavenly against her skin. Rose couldn't help but notice...her mother had picked out a cream coloured one. Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, Rose took in her damp hair, washed out face and felt repulsed at the sight. She was disgusting, she had nothing to offer. Turning away from the mirror, Rose reached out for the door handle after hearing her mother go downstairs. Grasping hold of the door handle, Rose twisted it and opened the door but stepped back as a sharp pain ran up her spine. Hissing from the pain, Rose stumbled back against the wall, as the pain increased and developed in her arms and legs. Flexing her hands, Rose bit her lip hard, drawing blood, as she watched as claws replaced her once delicate nails, parts of her skin ripped away allowing her to see muscle for a moment before it was replaced by white fur. Rose screamed and tried to rip out the fur but it merely grew back, she then gasped as she held up her hands. They were covered by white fur and claws replaced her once delicate nails. Shaking her head, Rose's breathing became frantic as she felt her heart speed up. Letting out a yelp, Rose crashed onto the floor, landing on her belly. Turning to face her rear end, Rose let out an inhuman sound as her nightgown ripped open, releasing a long white tail that was as long as her arm. "Help.." She whispered, not believing the sight before her as tears trickled down her face. Another sharp pain in her jaw made Rose wince and curse, "HELP!" She called out, and started crawling towards the door. Then her mother appeared, her face ghostly white as she stared down at her daughter, "Rose...oh sweet lord..."
"Mother!" Rose extended her hand, forgetting the claws, her mother slammed the door and then pushed Rose back against the wall, clamping a hand over her mouth. Locking eyes with Rose, her mother swallowed as they turned gold, "Rose-" Biting down on her mother's hand, not realising her teeth had been replaced by fangs due to the pain, caused her mother to yelp in agony as she withdrew her hand, blood oozed from the deep wound.
"No...I didn't...I didnt mean to!" Rose pleaded frantically and bent her neck back as another sprout of pain shot up her neck, she couldn't cope, it was too much.
"Sshhh, sweetheart, it's alright, hold on to me tight, it'll be over soon, just hold on!" Grabbing her daughter and holding her close, her mother stroked Rose's hair and watched as her daughter's ears grew, turning pointy and developed white fur. Biting her lip, she reached out and touched them, making Rose whimper.
"The pain..the pain, its gone...what...what has happened to me-" Rose sobbed as she held up a hand behind her mother's back and stared wide eyed at her white claws and patches of white fur.
"Oh Rose...my dear dear sweet Rose...I'm so very sorry..." Her mother sobbed into Rose's shoulder and held her even tighter, making Rose frown. Pushing her mother a bit away so she could look into her face, Rose saw only guilt and sorrow...no horror...no shock...
"Mother...what...what have you done? Did you...do this to me?" Rose stuttered, her voice trembling as she narrowed her eyes. When silence was her answer, Rose tensed her jaw, and without thinking grabbed her mother's fragile arms, not caring as her claws sank into her skin, drawing blood. Ignoring her mother's plea, Rose leaned in close, "What have you done? Why...why am I this...this THING? THIS MONSTER?" Rose spat, her mother shook her head and covered her eyes as she sobbed.
"No...no Rose-"
"TELL ME WHY I'M A MONSTER!" Rose screamed, "I'm...suppose to be getting married tomorrow, do you have any idea what father will do to me? What Tristan will do? The village...they will kill me, have me butchered then set on fire at the stake, I will be killed mother!"
"NO!" Whipping her hands away from her face, Rose's mother grabbed hold of Rose's face, causing her to release her and stared her in the eye, "You are not a monster Rose...they are not monsters...people like Tristan...they are monsters. But the people you speak of...no they are no monsters, do not believe the tales you hear! I will not allow you to be hurt, nor killed!"
"Mother...once they see me...they will-"
"No...you must...you must go...Rose. My dear sweet Rose, you cannot stay here, you must leave."
Looking at her mother in disbelief, Rose stuttered, "No village will have me mother, they would all sooner have the plague than help me...they only see a monster, what they fear-"
"No...no Rose..." Sighing, her mother brought their foreheads together, "You must...go to them. You must go into the forest, deep within...you'll find a pack, far beyond the boundary. They will...they will take you...once they see you, they must take you, they will be safer than any human, Rose, please trust me, find them, tell them what has happened-"
"Mother...I can't, they will kill me too, how do you know they will help? And how can I tell them what has happened, you will not tell me what you did!"
"Rose...there isn't time, one day you will find me again, and I swear to you I will tell you everything you need to know, but for now you are not safe here, you must leave-"
"Don't...don't send me away alone, come with me!"
Shaking her head with sadness in her eyes, Rose's mother blinked back tears and smiled gravely, "I...cannot, they do not allow humans. But you...you are not an ordinary human. You are part of their blood. The werewolves...they will help you, they will, I am sure of it. But i must...deal with your father, he cannot come after you, you must get as far from here as you can, as fast as you can. Do you understand me?" Breathing frantically, Rose shook her head and covered her eyes. Grabbing Rose's hands, her mother said sternly, "Rose, tell me you understand?"
"Yes...mother."
"Stand up and hurry." Dragging Rose up into a standing position, both turned to the mirror and stared at Rose's reflection. Rose touched the right side of her face gingerly. It was covered in white fur, whereas the other side remained skin.
"My eyes...they are gold."
"Eyes of a wolf." Her mother whispered. "Come, let's go." Grabbing Rose by the hand, her mother dragged her from the bathroom and down stairs. "Put this on over you, we must try and get you as near to the forest as possible." Her mother said as she handed Rose a dark brown cloak.
Putting it on, Rose took a deep breath, tears streamed down her face, "I'm scared."
Letting out a slight sob, Rose's mother kissed her daughter on the forehead and brought her close for one final hug, "Everything will be fine, keep heading North, there will be a point you reach a river, turn east and carry on and soon you'll reach what is supposed to appear as woodland trees but is in actual fact the Pack's territory. Find them Rose." Letting go of Rose, her mother smiled sadly.
"How do you know all of this?"
Her mother bit her lip and then shook her head, "Questions for a later time...come let's go." Opening the door, her mother pushed Rose out of the house and followed quickly. Grabbing hold of her daughters hand, they hurried in the pouring rain, heading down a stony path away from their house and then onto a dirt road. Their village was just on the edge of the forest. "Hurry child." Her mother whispered frantically when she realised men from the hunt were still gathered and were watching them curiously, one called out to them. "Keep hold of that cloak." Her mother warned.
"Elia!" Her father. Hitching a breath, Rose glanced at her mother who had ignored her husband's call, a determined expression was on her face. They were so close. "ELIA!" She recognised that tone, if her mother didn't stop, she would receive punishment.
"Mother-"
"Keep going Rose, do not stop-" Her mother was cut off when a hand grabbed her by the shoulder and ranked her back, Rose whipped around and stared at her father who had not yet looked at her.
"How DARE you ignore me! And just where do you think you are going?" Her father demanded, his grip on his wife hard from what Rose could tell by the way her mother was clenching her jaw to deal with the pain.
"Let go of me, George!" Rose watched in horror as her mother tried to push her father away.
George then slapped his wife.
"Stop!" Rose yelled at her father, unable to hold back, rushing to her mother, the cloak fell from her head, revealing her face. Her father stared at her, wide eyes and mouth open.
"No, Rose!" Her mouth yelled desperately, a sob escaping her mother as she was thrown to the floor, landing in a dirty puddle.
"Rose? You...you are my daughter?" Her father whispered dangerously as he neared her, Rose watched him cautiously. Men began to gather, all were staring at her but were waiting for an order. "How...how could this be-"
"I don't know!" Rose screamed at her father, "I don't know, but this isn't my fault-"
"SILENCE!" Her father bellowed and grabbed hold of her throat, "How have I not realised what you are, what has become of you? You are...a monster!"
"No-"
"You are no daughter of mine." Her father snapped as he leaned in close to her face and snarled, "You are disgusting." Throwing her to the floor, he kicked her in the stomach, a cheer erupted from the men, "Worthless piece of trash! You are not worth having my blood-"
"GET OFF HER!" called out her mother as she grabbed hold of her husband and dragged him away, two men then came to his aid. One of them was Tristan.
"Please sir, let me hurt her, let me kill her! She tricked me into bed, I had no idea she was a filthy wolf!" Tristan snarled and spat in Rose's direction. Rose whimpered as Tristan handed her mother over to another man that held a dagger to her throat.
"Mother!" Rose called out desperately and reached forward, earning a kick from her father who stood over her, a dagger in hand. Tristan stepped forward and gazed down at her, horror and disgust in his eyes.
"How could...how could this thing be Rose?"
"I don't know." Her father whispered bewildered. "But she cannot live, she is a danger, a threat-"
"NO! SHE IS STILL ROSE!" Her mother called out and was then gagged, her hands were tied too.
"Please don't hurt her!" Rose begged and was grabbed by the hair, forced to face her father.
"Do not speak...she is no longer your mother, you are not worth sharing her blood-"
"Your wife, sir, is a traitor, she was about to help Rose escape!" Tristan snapped, then gulped when George stared at him, anger in his eyes, but then he haltered.
"Yes...yes she is." Her father whispered and looked towards his wife. Releasing Rose, Tristan picked her up by the arm forcefully and held a dagger against her throat. "Do not let her escape...I must see to my wife."
The men that held Elia pushed her away. George caught his wife in his arms and looked down at her with disappointment, "Oh Elia...why did you have to betray me..." Stroking along her face gently, Elia met his eyes, anger was evident. "You were once beautiful...now merely a traitor that was going to help ...a thing. How could you Elia..." George trailed off and then narrowed his eyes, "At least you got to say goodbye." With one swift movement, George slit Elia's throat.
"NO! MOTHER!" Rose screamed, watching her mother gurgle, choking on her own blood as it oozed out of her torn throat.
Dropping Elia's body, George watched with fascination as she trembled and then looked towards his men, "Dispose of her once she dead."
Rose's breathing became frantic as she stared at her mother. Time had slowed down as she watched her mother get dragged away, their eyes looked for a brief second. Anger boiled within her. "I will not let her sacrifice be in vain..."
Biting down on Tristan's arm, Tristan yelped in surprise and loosened his grip, releasing one of Rose's hands. Clenching her fangs together. Rose reached behind her and scratched across Tristan's face, causing him to drop his dagger. Pushing him away, Rose turned and ran towards the forest not looking back even as an arrow flew past her and hit a tree. Picking up the pace, Rose chanced a glance behind her and her eyes widened as her father led his men after her, daggers, knives, guns, bows and arrows...they had everything. Tristan followed despite his wound. Looking forward, Rose leapt into the forest, the rain clouding her sight briefly. Wiping her eyes swiftly, Rose hissed as her bare feet landed on thorns.
Keep going. Never stop.
"I WILL KILL YOU! YOU DISGUSTING FILTHY ANIMAL!" Tristan threw one of his daggers in Rose's direction. Rose's ears twitched and she jumped to her left, missing the dagger by an inch.
North. Must keep going north.
Picking up her pace once again, Rose noticed a fallen log and hissed as she judged the distance and took a chance and leapt. Landing on the over side, she tumbled slightly and landed on her knees. Breathing heavily, Rose could hear hurried footsteps but not as many. Standing up straight, she carried on and hoped she would soon lose them all. Time seemed to pass by, the rain began to lessen but that did not help Rose's breathing, nor the pain her body was enduring. However soon...she heard no more footsteps apart from her own. Looking back, there was no one there. Ceasing her running, Rose breathed heavily as she scanned the area, her golden eyes taking in every detail.
I have to keep going, if they are still chasing me they will catch up.
Crack. Rose whipped round and felt another body collide into hers, sending them both over an edge and down a slope. Twigs, leaves and mud clung to her as she rolled down into a pile of wet mud. Groaning from her muscles aching, Rose tried to sit up but was pushed back into the mud by something weighing down on her back. Turning her face a little so she could see, she looked up and found Tristan, staring down at her hungrily.
"Thought you got away? They all turned back, said it was hopeless and now look...here you are beneath me...again..." Bending down Tristan lifted his foot and turned Rose over onto her back, she groaned once more as her body rejected the movement. "You see this?" Tristan snarled and pointed at his bleeding face, it was now layered with patches of dirt. "You fucking did this to me you whore!" Pulling out a dagger, Tristan held it to Rose's throat. "I wonder...I wonder what I should do to you-"
"Nothing...nothing is worse than what you have done to me already." Rose hissed, her body unable to move. She was exhausted.
Baring his teeth, Tristan raised the dagger then paused. A cruel grin appearing, the same one that was there when he...violated her.
Without saying a word, he plunged the dagger into Rose's stomach, causing her to scream and blood splutter from her mouth. "T-Tristan-"
"Now...you will die here, alone. After seeing your poor mother get murdered. You will die slowly, painfully here in the mud, where you deserve to be, you piece of shit." Tristan snarled and stood up. With one final kick to Rose's side, he began to walk away, but stopped, "Oh and Rose...during your mother's last moments, a few men were ordered to stay behind and...play with her." Tristan chuckled as Rose gurgled on her blood in retort, "She died screaming I hear. She deserved worse in my opinion but...your father is so soft. Die painfully dear, to think I was going to marry a beast." With that, he finally left, leaving Rose staring up towards the darkened sky, no stars to comfort her. Her mother had been violated by other men before she died...it made Rose want to kill them all but she couldn't, she couldnt even move. Tears trickled down her cheeks, she failed. She failed her mother.
I'm sorry mother...I couldnt do it...I'm so sorry...