Diana was leaning wearily against the cage. She had run her hands all over it trying to find a door and had found nothing. She had to go to the bathroom, she was hungry, and fear had left a nasty dry metallic taste in her mouth. There was no water close by and every time she looked at the wash basin she groaned softly. It had taken her some time to conclude she was further from home then she had feared.

For one thing the whole being thrown through the air thing. The cage with no door which opened at the command of the monster that held her captive. The wash basin had a floating spigot above it and was dripping water. The window was shut but from time to time she would have sworn she saw people flying around. Some of them appeared to be on brooms which she couldn't credit and some appeared on large birds.

She was so shell shocked she only mildly reacted to the door being thrown open and HIM walking through it. He looked unhappy and she supposed that didn't bold well for her. He stalked over to her cage and leaned down to glare in at her. She stayed huddled away from him not meeting his eyes.

" What's your name? " He asked harshly.

She cringed " Diana."

He let a harsh sounding laugh " Damn...that's just icing on the fucking cake! Diana! Goddess of the moon and hunt! "

" y..you don't have to call me that if you don't like it. I'll answer to whatever you want to call me."

He eyed her. When he spoke again his voice was soft and polite. " Well Diana I'm Fenrir looks like I'll be your host for a while. Are you hungry? "

Diana nodded nervously remembering his comment about eating her. It hadn't sounded sexual although even if it had that wouldn't have put her at ease. He took out the stick he kept under his shirt and tapped the cage in four different places and it again suddenly had an opening. He held his hand out to her. She hesitated and then took it allowing him to help her up. Standing this close to him made her shiver. He didn't comment on that and dropped her hand as soon as she was standing. He started walking to the door and she hurried behind him thinking and hoping that maybe ...just maybe..she could find someone to help her or at least get a better layout of where she was.

He opened it to a winding stone stair case. She gingerly stepped out onto the cold stone. She drew her arms around herself shivering and followed him.

They passed a window and then a tapestry depicting wolves fighting then another door. Fenrir long stride caused her to hurry after him but as she passed she could almost swear the tapestry moved. Not like a wind blowing across it but like the pictures had for a moment seemed to come to life. She was trying to stare at it and as a result of not paying attention she ran into Fenrir at the bottom of the steps and almost fell back on her ass.

She heard him chuckle. whether he was actually amused by her clumsiness though was not something she was going to speculate on. It was too easy for her to imagine that chuckle while he cheerfully ripped someone open with his bare hands.

She peeked around him and blinked in shock. They appeared to be in a pub. There were several tables and most of them had people sitting at them. Some of them were dressed oddly and reminded her of gypsies. They seemed to cover a broad demographic slice of the population because one fellow was very fat with buck teeth and one was so skinny he looked as though he could pass through a key hole. One man was so dark skinned he almost disappeared into the shadows and one appeared to be an albino.

" Sit there." Fenrir waved at an table with a young man sitting at it. He was attractive with ginger hair and large green eyes. He had been about to take a drink from a large glass but had stopped and was staring at her with his mouth hanging slightly open. No, not staring at her his eyes were firmly locked below her neck.

Diana blushed suddenly realizing she was pretty much naked. She seemed to realize it at the same time Fenrir did because he made a disgusted sound and stepped over to the nearest table. The gentleman that had been sipping a small glass of port was suddenly jerked out of his seat and fenrir snarled something at him giving him a shake. The gentleman hastily whipped off his cloak and handed it over. Fenrir tossed it at her still looking annoyed.

" Sit!" He snapped. She quickly did so wrapping the cloak around her. Her eyes were jumping from person to person. They wouldn't meet her gaze and a small flame of hope that had been burning in her died. None of these men were going to help her.

Fenrir got her attention by looming over her. Her eyes were level with his belt buckle and she started to hastily look down and just as hastily jerked her eyes up to meet his deep blue ones. Again he looked amused without giving off the actual emotion.

" What do you want to eat? " He asked.

Diana swallowed " What do they have? "

" Anything. Now what do you want? " He was sounding impatient again.

" May I please have a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich? "

" ' May I please have a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich?' God's blood! " He sneered and then turned to walk up to the bar. At this point he hesistated and then turned back to her. " What kind of jelly? "

" Oh um grape? "

" What do you want to drink? "

" Milk? "

" What kind of..never mind..." He turned with a grunt and muttered something that sounded like ' God Damn Muggles ' but she wasn't sure. Her attention had snapped to the creature at the bar.

It was horrible looking. At first she had merely thought it was a little man until he displayed ugly clawed hands, large ears and teeth that were even more wickedly sharp than Fenrir. She quickly looked away from the frightening sight and jumped when she realized she had forgotten about the young man sitting at the table with her. He was leering at her.

She sat back in the chair and stared at the table her cheeks heating up in embarrassment like always when she realized she was being stared at...again.

" It's a goblin." He said smiling at her. She glanced at him nervously. He gave her a nod. " Gonna join the pack eh pretty? My name's Don what do we call you lovely? "

" Diana." She said softly her hand creeping out from under the cloak. Rather than shake it he took it and kissed it then cradled it in his hands. She tugged gently trying to pull away.

" Now that's a right pretty name. Diana, Goddess of the moon, I can't wait to see you dancing naked in the moonlight! You're gonna make a right fine new bitch! I got me one already but that doesn't mean we can't engage in a bit of fun on the..."

" What the hell are you doing?!" Fenrir was back holding a tray which he plopped down spilling some of the drinks on it.

Don let go of her hand and frowned up at him " Oh uh sorry mate is she taken?"

Fenrir stared at him until he dropped his eyes and nervously shifted. He grabbed his drink drained it and muttered " Sorry mate...I'll just be off now..." He got up and hurried out. Fenrir glared incredulously at the door he hurried out of for a moment then shook his head.

He placed a plate with two perfect looking peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in front of her. A tankard of frothy white milk and then another tankard of what looked like beer. The plate he sat in front of himself had a piece of meat on it.

A bloody raw piece of meat. It was gross looking but she somehow wasn't surprised that what he was eating. She picked up on of the sandwiches and began eating it. She was surprised to find she was suddenly very hungry. Midway through her second sandwich she realized fenrir was holding the hunk of meat in one hand and a tankard of some sort of brew in the other. He didn't seem to be paying attention to her. He brought the meat to his mouth ripped a chunk off and chewed it with relish. He took a drink belched slightly then wiped his bloody mouth with the back of his hand.

She hastily turned her attention back to her sandwich which suddenly didn't taste as good. She gulped down her milk and and hesitantly sipped the other drink he'd placed in front of her. To her surprise it was good. It had a sharp bite but it was sweet.

" Butter Beer."

She jerked surprised to hear him speak.

" Thought you might like it." He added popping the last of the meat in his mouth.

Diana nodded at him her eyes still on the table. Her mind was churning over what she had heard and a new fear was growing in her heart. She realized Fenrir was looking down at her since her head barely came up to his shoulder.

He sat back. There was a look on his face she couldn't read. He licked his lips slowly and for a moment she caught a glimpse of those jagged teeth then he smiled at her. That frightened her and she hurriedly took another sip of the butter beer and glanced around at the other men in the tavern. No one would meet her eyes but she suddenly had a horrible feeling they were aware of every move she was making.

Fenrir heard her speak but her voice was so soft and whispery even his keen hearing didn't quite catch what she said.

" Sorry? " He asked polity turning his full attention on her.

" um...please don't pass me around." She said. She bit her lip and forced herself to meet his gaze.

He raised his brows " Don't pass you around? I don't follow."

" If you're...you know...part of a gang or something...please don't pass me around to all the men...couldn't I just be...you know...your property or something? "

Fenrir stared at her astonished for a moment then he burst out laughing causing several patrons to give them amazed looks. When he got his mirth under control there was an almost unholy look of glee on his face.

" You want to be my personal bitch huh? " he asked grinning at her " You know you don't get to make the choice."

Diana found her eyes tearing up. " No I know...but please...I don't want to be raped so many times it kills me...I'll work on you know...pleasing you...just please...I'm so scared but I'd rather deal with the devil I know...and...please!"

Fenrir glanced around " Alright dry it up you're not going to be passed around ok? Stop it with the fucking water works will you? I don't have time to properly enjoy it right now..."

He absently began patting himself before noticing a napkin folded unused on the tray. He snatched it up and handed it to her before leaning forward to retrieve his drink.

" Work on pleasing me eh? Isn't that interesting." He mused.

Diana decided now would be the time to try to wash up the best she could wherever she was allowed.

" I need to use the loo please." She said her hand shaking slightly as she sat the drink down.

" Well I'll take you to use the loo and then we've got places to go." He said standing up. He smirked down at her " We can start practicing how you can ' please ' me tonight."

Diana nodded her eyes shiny with unshed tears. She stood up and wrapped the cloak around her. " I'm ready." She said softly.