Chapter 3 Shameful wolf

Quickly enough I caught up to the girl first. Jumping in front of her and positioning myself in attack mode but the minute Bubbles appeared I turned off. I couldn't bring myself to attack her, so I thought I could just talk her out of it. Praying, deep inside that glass-like body that sweet, understanding sister was in there.

"Step aside, dog!" Bubbles snapped as her fangs showed. She looked weak and skinny as if she hadn't eaten in days. Her blonde hair unpolished and she had a couple of bruise around her neck and legs. Obviously, she's been beaten. I didn't move away from the girl and I said, "Its a little to early for blood in broad daylight, don't you think, sis?"

"I'm not your sister! I don't have to answer to you!" Bubbles stomped. I was hurt by her words but I had to force myself to remember that Bubbles is no longer in there. The girl behind me whimpered as Bubbles started to fastly approach! Turning around towards the girl I said, "Quick! Get on!" With out hesitation she jumped on my back and I sped out of that alley.

I had no idea where to go, so I could only run in circle around town. Until I reached the park. Bubbles was now nowhere in sight. With her being so weak she could barely keep up with me. Inside of me I felt bad for leaving her, knowing of what she must be suffering back with those vampires, who are abusing her. The worst part is that I can't do anything to help her.

As tears began to start-up in my eyes, the girl tapped my shoulder and stuttered, "T-thank you!" then she patted my head, "My names Twyla, Twyla Utonium." She smiled a bit as the wind blew her short, black hair. Utonium? Huh?

"You live with an older sister, red hair, smart and kinda bitc-bossy?" I quickly corrected myself at the end. Twyla nodded "yes" and told me she was adopted after two sisters went missing. So, she's like our replacement? Nice. Just nice. I bet neither dad or Blossom went looking for us! Here Bubbles and I are lost in some new life and their sitting their asses at home getting replacements and acting like everything's alright!
Well it's not.

"You can walk yourself home, right?" I looked away, deciding to head back the wolf house, knowing that Butch has probably sent out a search team to find me.

"Yeah, my house is just down the street." My eyes caught a glimpses of my once familiar home. I couldn't help but have flashbacks of Bubbles, Blossom and I out on the yard playing tag. If only I could have those moments back but I'm too far into the present.
"Well, goodbye...what's your name?"

"You don't need to know that. We never met." I said while not looking at her, "We'll never meet again. You're on your own next's time." I took off before she could say anything.

The farther away I got from the Utonium home the better I started to feel. Not well enough, though. The moment I got home I broke down crying. Wasn't sure why, it just felt good to get it out of my system. Was it Bubbles not knowing her true identity? Her being abused? Was it everyone here stressing me out? The wedding? Butch? It was more than one but I knew crying wasn't going to solve anything. All I could do was to try to get everyone and thing on the same page as me. Whatever page that was.

The house was empty and it was almost night-time. I was guessing that the others had given up on looking for me and went to school. Not wanting to deal with them I decided to ditch and headed out back to the shed where we were keeping Stacey, who was still in coma after the fight with Bell. Due to her being human, she's not allowed in the house.

Inside the shed I heard some rustling. Carefully I opened the door to see a dark shadow hovered over Stacey. As they placed their hands around her neck I flicked the lights on they hissed, covering their eyes. Rushing over to Stacey as Bubbles fell to her knees I said, "What the hell Bubbles?!" She stood up. This time she had even more bruises and her eyes had "hunger" written all over them. Her clothes were ripped and she was shivering. I was so struck by the horror of her appearance I didn't even notice Stacey waking up.

"...Buttercup," she reached for hand, "where am I? What happened? Where's Mitch-"

"Grrrrr," Bubbles growled. It clicked to me that he must have something to do with all the abuse. Maybe he took over after Bell's death? Stacey sat up and looked at Bubbles, "Bubbles? Are you...okay?" Bubbles was starting to tremble and she looked weaker than ever. Her eyes kept going in and out. She hasn't gotten any blood in her system! Those bastards haven't been feeding her and if she doesn't get some soon then she'll die!

No. No!

Looking over at Stacey, who was confused I snatched her out of bed and dug my claws into her skin. Covering her mouth with my tail. Once the blood started to come out I shoved her towards Bubbles. Stacey winced loudly in pain, "What the hell?! That hurt! What did you do that for?!" I ignored her and commanded Bubbles, "Don't just look at her! Kill her already! Drink her blood!" Stacey began to back away from the both of us and screamed, "WHAT?! NO! NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!"

Bubbles jumped on top of her and I turned away but I could not tune out Stacey's last screams.

(Nexts day)

Nice to know everyone had their pride on their shoulders because Butch hadn't said a word to me. Neither have the others. Except Gir. Well, that's okay. I didn't plan on kissing anyone's ass today anyway, so, they can continue their childish ways. I had bigger problems to deal with. In the library Brute was arranging all the books while Brat was painting her nails. She rolled her eyes once she saw me and a part of me really wanted to stick up my middle finger but I let it go.

"Brute, I need to speak with you." Brute glanced down at me and nodded. As she climbed down the ladder Brat pouted, "How come you only want to talk to her?!"

"Because I don't like you." I smiled and led Brute out of the library and outside to the shed. She raised her eyebrow and covered her nose at the smell, "What are we doing out here, Lady Buttercup?"

"I need your help," I sighed , placing my hand on the knob of the shed, "you're the only one here who doesn't judge me on what I do or make me feel in the wrong. So, I know I can trust you." Brute looked confused but nodded in agreement. I opened the door and pushed her inside. Brute gasped at the dead body of Stacey. Bubbles was sitting on the bed licking her bloody fingers. Brutes mouth was wide opened. I touched her shoulder, "First we're going to get rid of this body. Then...you're going to help me do something that may seem shameful."

NOTE: Summary has changed, people. To that guest reviewer, you have to read the first story. This is the sequel. Anyway, I'll be updating every Saturday or Sunday(Not sure about Fridays). REVIEW.

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