Happy birthday Shadow Hunting, I'm sorry if it's late.
Disclaimers same as usual: I don't own anything yada, yada, yada, except my characters.
Turning around Selene, faces the entrance to the park, Serra and Fayth flanking her. Her hand slides onto her swords pommel and tightening her grip she addresses her family, instinctively slipping into her role, both of them obeying with no opposition to her leadership.
'Fayth.' Selene says motioning to the right. 'Serra.' She motions to the left. They go their separate ways, well Selene heads towards the lake in the park, knowing the others would RV there.
Heading through the woods she comes across a small opening that wasn't there the last time, puzzled she walks cautiously closer her sword drawn, half expecting a werewolf to jump out at her at any moment.
A sound behind her Selene spins around hoping it's Serra or Fayth, but hearing a deep growl she knows it's not them. Looking slowly up from the ground Selene ends up being faced with a fully fledged werewolf, seven feet tall with a long golden shaggy coat, and the blood of a deer dripping from its jaws which are hanging slightly open, eager for it's next feast of flesh and blood, whether it be animal or human.
Fearing what the werewolf may do she shivers slightly, and then she slowly backs away. The Werewolves head tilts, it piercing eyes look at Selene with a gleam of great intelligence and danger.
Selene scowls, trying to conceal her fear, but swears quietly when it looks like the wolf smiles, but knowing it's a dumb animal she dismisses the thought. Coming to her senses Selene instinctively changes to her vampiric form. Running her tongue over her fangs, she tries to hold back her animal instincts to feed at the sight and smell of the blood, and her natural instinct and aggression to attack the Werewolf. Shaking her head to gather her concentration Selene suddenly realises how hungry she is she almost, but not quite forgets about the werewolf, she doesn't notice the it until it leans over her, blood and saliva dripping down on to her head.
Whispering quietly Selene questions her decision. 'Why did we come out on a full moon!?'
***
Wandering beside the lake Fayth looks into it, glancing up she looks over to the other side her vampiric eyes easily penetrating the darkness. With a sight she finishes her recce of the lake and starts to head into the woods shaking her head.
'Werewolf, yer right.' Fayth mutters rather pissed off that Selene dragged her outside when all there is some whacked out mortal with mental problems, not that any mortal is actually sane.
She glances down into the lake one last time, before moving on along the shore, she pauses as the scent of blood registers in her brain.
Slowly wading into the lake, she looks up and takes a step back in shock, as the water turns a bloody shade of red, a quick breath to regain control of her racing heart, which is an oxymoron for vampires, Fayth wanders cautiously further into the water, about 15 meters in she feels something brushing against her leg. Reaching down into the water Fayth feels the antlers of a creature and pulls out the severed head of a Roe deer stag. Intensely bored and mildly worried she throws the head onto dry land, in a simple feat of immortal strength.
Turning around Fayth runs out the water and taking a quick glance behind her she doesn't notice a log on the ground. Tripping over the log Fayth falls on the ground right next to the deer head. Rearing back Fayth examines the bite marks on the head and neck of the stag, suddenly realising Selene is right about the werewolf.
Looking up at the sky, Fayth sees the full moon. Groaning at Selene's arrogance she pulls out her mobile, knowing if the Werewolf or even worse Werewolves turns they will all be in great danger. Punching in a number while trying not to crush the phone she calls Serra.
'She's right, we need to find her fast.' Ending the call Fayth rings Selene.
Hearing the call Selene stands shock still, fumbling around in her pocket for her mobile. The Werewolf not sure what the sound is in its primal state rears back and sniffs the air. Managing to grab her mobile she switches it off.
Not getting an answer Fayth darts through the forest, searching for the others, full knowing something is wrong.
Now that the noise is gone the Werewolf regains its senses, using its massive paw it sweeps Selene off her feet, with a deep growl that reverberates round the trees.
Crashing into a tree she slides to the floor dazed.
The wolf gives an eerie howl to the moon.
Eyelids flutter open at the sound and she tries to rise from the forest floor, reaching up she grabs hold of a branch only to be overcome by a wave of dizziness she sinks back down to the ground.
The Werewolf looks back down from the moon and snarls at Selene licking it's lips in anticipation of the tangy, salty feast of the flesh and blood of an immortal.
Selene looks into the eyes of the creature, angry at herself for her inability to block out the anger and pain from hundreds of years of suffering and death that she sees. Almost pitying the Werewolf she takes a step towards it, starting to reach out to touch its muzzle, only to get dragged back to reality by it snapping at her hand. Realising she's in serious trouble Selene turns to ready to snatch her gun from where it fell. Realising what she's trying to do the wolf snarls and lunges at Selene throwing her to the ground, it lands on top of her, realising she's their target it rears back and grabs her by the neck.
Struggling to breath as the wolf crushes her throat, she tries to prise its claws from around her neck, failing to get herself released from the beasts grip she begins to sink into unconsciousness when the Werewolf turns back into its human form.
The Lycan releases her and she drops down to the ground. Moaning slightly when she hits the ground, her eyes flicker open to see a blond haired, sixteen year old boy leaning over her. 'Dilan?' She mutters incoherently.
Her wits gathered Selene looks into the eyes of the child, she sees the same pain and anger that was in the eyes of the Werewolf. Realising that the boy and the Werewolf are the same Selene tries to escape from him but as she starts to back away the Lycan slaps her. Slipping mercifully into unconsciousness, the pain from the constant brutality of her body becoming to much she slumps into the Lycan's arms.
'Hey, honey,' the boy says lifting Selene over his shoulder, 'I'm Artemis.'
***
Meeting Serra by the entrance, Fayth spits out her news. 'She's not answering.' Seeing the panic in Serra's eyes she tries to calm her, 'Don't worry, she'll be fine.' Smiling at her friend even though deep down she knows Selene could be in real trouble she hopes that she's wrong.
Serra turns to Fayth and locks eyes with her about to ask her a question, only to be interrupted by the ferocious howl of a Werewolf.
'Selene!' They both shout in unison. Running into the forest following the sound of the howl towards the west wing.
In the clearing they notice clear evidence of a scuffle, they stop behind a tree just in time to see a young boy lifting Selene up onto his shoulder with ease. Realising the boy is probably a Lycan, Serra darts forward, eager to protect her daughter
Tackling her friend Fayth whispers in her ear, 'Don't! We stay and watch, we'll be able to get her back, but you rushing in there could get her hurt, or killed.'
The notice that the boy is no longer in the clearing and rush forward only to be met by silence. Serra looks around terrified, to find nothing, panicking she rushes out the clearing following a concealed path towards the lake.
Hearing someone or something come after him Artemis starts to change into his true feral form still clutching his Vampire prize. Turning towards the Lake he flees knowing he could take on one or two Vampire foe but not many more alone. Suddenly changing direction Artemis almost drops his prize but not willing to give her up without a fight he grips Selene tighter, cracking at least two ribs he carries on towards the gate. Arriving at the gate still pursued by enemies but not too closely Artemis throws Selene down on the ground. The jolt wakes her, she moans slightly and tries to sit up only to find her hands are tied behind her back.
Hurriedly blinking Selene's eyes widen with fright when she finds herself staring at the Werewolf, scared in case it wants a little snack she stands up, wincing she slowly starts to back away from Artemis who is changing back into his human from.
Turning around to check on the Vampire, he finds her trying to escape.
Feeling his eyes on her Selene looks up and finds herself staring into his eyes, terrified Selene stops her creeping and turns around to flee. A growl raises in Artemis' throat and he bounds over her head and lands in front of her.
Looking over her shoulder Selene runs into Artemis, finding herself in his arms she struggles, trying to escape as he whispers in her ear, squeezing her tightly so she can't escape he hears her whimper as a rib cracks, 'Shh, shh.' Grabbing a hypodermic needle he throws her too the ground. Lunging forward before she can recover he plunges the syringe into her neck, as he whispers into her ear, 'The Boss wants to see you.'
Scowling at the mention of The Boss, whoever he is, she struggles as she fights off the drugs threatening to over come her. Trying to speak Selene scowls in concentration, 'You're…' Succumbing to the drug her head lolls to the side.
Picking her up Artemis throws her in the back of the blacked out van, two other Lycans, his lieutenants, jump in the back as he throws a different syringe to a guard. 'Give her this if need be, but the Boss wants her alive.' Slamming shut the doors he jumps in the front, as the van leaves the park and turns left towards Rochdale.