"Here was neither peace, nor rest, nor a moment's safety. All was confusion and action, and every moment life and limb were in peril. There was imperative need to be constantly alert, for these dogs and men were not town dogs and men. They were savages, all of them, who knew no law but the law of club and fang."

- Jack London, The Call of the Wild

"I've never seen anything as extraordinary as him."

The blood red eyes of the beautiful vampire whispered to her mate, just under her breath so no other ears could hear. Her eyes were wide with the possibilities, as she took in the sight of the wolf before her. He was the largest she had ever seen and he had outlived the normal expectancy of any of the other fighters.

There was a reputation about this brown wolf that had spread amongst the creatures of the underworld, it was the smartest bet to make with the odds surely in the beast's favor.

"We'll see if the Cullens are willing to play along, Victoria." James, her mate's eyes glowed with the same excitement, as he eyed the Cullens that were present. It was the patriarch Carlisle and his wife Esme, who waited on edge for what would happen. Although, they hadn't lost a fight yet with the brown wolf.

It was a circle of emptiness that was surrounded by reinforcements and chain links, meant to keep the animals inside. The floor was dirt, so their claws could grip the earth beneath them. Large cages opposed each other in the ring, where the two beasts stared and snarled at one another.

The pride of the Cullens and their major source of current income came from the wolf named The Monster. The opposer was a smaller wolf, as they usually were, named Gladiator. A white wolf with reputed speed and agility, who had lasted seven months in the ring, brought all the way from Paris to fight the legendary Monster. Elite vampires from all over the world placed their bets down, as they laughed and enjoyed the dangerous experience, till the cages were opened and the dogs lunged at one another.

Those that were sitting, now stood, including Victoria and her partner. She adjusted her expensive mink shawl as it slid off her bare white shoulders, not paying attention to fixing it correctly as she watched the animals go for each others throat.

One swipe from The Monster's paw and the Gladiator hit the ground. The white wolf was now covered in a layer of dry dust, but quickly rose before The Monster could charge at his throat. Gladiator ran passed the brown wolf, as he attempted to bite at the Gladiator's haunches. Taking advantage of the swing and miss, Gladiator quickly turned and bit down on the sensitive area underneath The Monster's front leg, grabbing the soft and sensitive skin. He growled louder as the flesh became torn, losing his footing and hitting the dirt with the loudest of thuds. Around the ring, the vampires yelled at the dog they had betted on to cheer them on or offer some unneeded advice.

Carlisle Cullen, who was standing several rows back now moved his way to the front of the crowd. He had never seen his animal fall and now he panicked in silence.

Gladiator went for the larger wolf's neck, attempting to get to the jugular. It was the goal of all the fighters who ever stepped into the blood-stained ring. Kill or be killed, but unfortunately for Gladiator, it wouldn't be so easy.

The Monster kicked out, sending his opposer back several feet, yet scoring him enough time to find a defensive stance. Gladiator did not charge as he expected, instead the two fighters simply circled one another. They didn't attack for several moments, causing an eruption of screaming and madness to emerge from the usually composed vampires. Instead, the two stared one another down. The Monster created a halo of blood on the dirt beneath them from his oozing injury, but was completely unaffected by any pain he might possibly be feeling.

After nine months of this life, The Monster had refused to give up. He'd let his human self go months ago, giving up hope of ever getting back to the life he knew before now. It would be easy just to lay down and let Gladiator take him from this life, for he knew that it would be his inevitable fate. Still, there was a survival instinct in him that told him to keep killing to survive. A voice that screamed in his numb heart to come home.

Both beasts froze and the Gladiator braced himself for the charge that he was powerless against. The Monster ran full force onto him and grabbed his neck with his strong jaw, his mouth larger than Gladiator's which made it easier for him to gain the advantage. His opponent could do nothing but take what was coming to him and with one quick clenching of his jaw, The Monster had destroyed his opponent.

Around the carnage, the audience cheered and started to get paid out. The Monster looked up to one of his owners, the infamous Doctor Cullen and narrowed his eyes at him. Carlisle nodded in response, a smile forming on his face with relief. Ashamed on the next tally he added onto the countless souls he had killed, The Monster lowered his head and went back into his cage. He was thankful he didn't dally any longer, because the ones with the tasers were already on stand-by to take him out if he didn't cooperate with going back. It took several months of stubbornness for the leeches to get him to go along with the rules, but The Monster grew tired of standing against them. Only a month ago had he come to terms with this, he'd even stopped trying to escape. After several close calls, the effort was hopeless.

Every weekend he was thrown into this ring, with each fight generating his owners tens upon thousands of dollars on his life. His life.

In the months he'd been captured, he'd turned eighteen years old. Birthdays were something he celebrated back when he wasn't referred to as only The Monster, but when he had his freedom and his sanity. He'd wondered if anyone had thought of him on that day, or if anyone still was out there looking for him.

Probably not.

The only one he had faith in to search was his own father and his best friend Bella. The pack disowned him and never answered his calls for help. He was cut off from the world and in this cell where they kept him, was only his loneliness and his rage.

The Cullens kept him in a pretty nice cell, compared to what he was in the fist three months they had him. It was part of the building where the fighting ring was held, where there were other wolves that only the richest of the elite could afford to keep their prized fighters. The Monster's room was decorated in pillows and a throws of gold and crimson red, his bed of the same color. It was accented in shades of mocha and truly looked less like the prison it was and that of a luxurious hotel room. Of course, it would have been awkward for a hotel room to have a toilet in the main room.

Food always waited for him after every fight, but Jake always wished he could take a shower after that. It wasn't part of his schedule though, showers were only in the morning and he had to have many taser-armed escorts.

He phased back into the human he rarely was anymore and held onto his side where the gaping wound bled profusely. The Monster sighed and sat, waiting to be sedated so Doctor Cullen could attend to his wounds as he always did.

Carlisle had seen this couple before that now stood before him, the red head always stood out because of the elaborate furs she always wore. The pair had been to every one of his dog's fights in the past month, yet never placed a dollar on the line for any side. It intrigued him and now he knew why.

The woman spoke as she tightened the white fur shawl over her shoulders. "We have a proposition for you, Dr. Cullen. We've travelled a long way to find a good breeder and we believe we've found it in your animal." Her eyes were a piercing red, just as fiery as her hair that had only been maintained by a few clips that held it off of her face.

"Breeder?" Carlisle's eyebrow peeked, not understanding.

Her mate decided to interject. "We've recently taken in a female fighter and like yours, she's more than just a werewolf and able to phase when she pleases. No need to wait for the moon."

Carlisle's eyes darkened and Esme quickly took his arm to hold him back from his instinct to protect their secret.

"Don't worry." The one who had introduced himself as James before they had brought up the ludicrous idea assured him. "We won't tell anyone about your Monster and that he's not a werewolf. Like yours, ours is a shapeshifter."

Victoria, the woman vampire looked at Carlisle mischievously. It didn't take a mind reader like his son, Edward to see that the couple was aware of where they had found another shape shifter. "They are a rare breed and we've only found this kind in Forks."

Carlisle looked away, Esme still holding onto her husband's arm and holding herself there next to him. "If you left a trail we are all seriously in danger." Esme said with her eyes wide and worried.

"She too was taken while away from home, so do not fret over that either, dear Cullens." James smirked, wondering why they so highly doubted their skills. "We've been in this business for over a hundred years."

Carlisle met his gaze, a color that so greatly contrasted his own. "I've been doing this for hundreds of years, James." His ocher eyes narrowed. "I think I would have seen you in the sidelines."

"No, no." James shook his head. "We work behind the scenes as breeders. Like we were getting at before, we'd be interested in mating our two animals to create a gold mine for a new breed of fighters in our little underworld. Splitting the profits from each sale fifty, fifty. We will do all the work, only thing we're missing is your wolf."

The Cullen pair exchanged a silent conversation, but there was no denying the money that could be made with this genius idea.

"Very well then, James. Victoria." He nodded to the woman. "How do we go about this?"

Victoria smiled with excitement as James took care of business talk. "All we need is your permission to put several injections into your animal. It will be safe for him..." James assured him. "..it won't damage him in the slightest. We need to drug both in order for this to go smoothly, for they both need to be in human form. Our staff is fully capable of handling this."

Holding out his hand in agreement, Carlisle took it and shook it with reluctancy. "If he becomes damaged in any way for the fight ring, you will owe me millions." It was obvious to all that Carlisle meant more than just a fee as punishment. " I'll be sending one of my children to chaperone."

"Agreed." James shook his hand back and Victoria clapped, then shook hands with Carlisle as well.

Back in his room, The Monster sat and never thought he'd be so happy to see his owner entering the room with his medical kit.

"Take your time, why don't ya?" Monster said bitterly, holding onto the loose flap of skin underneath a good pint of blood that had stained on both his hand or bare leg.

"I'm sorry about that." Carlisle apologized and pulled up his stool that he always kept in the room for his workings. "I was held up." Immediately, Carlisle stated to sew it up. "He got you good, huh?"

The Monster sat silently, taking in the painful stitches as he had done so many times before without a sound uttered. There would only be one day to pass before it healed. His healing properties being much better than when he was human, injuries such as this were not too much of a concern.

It had been in an instance such as this when The Monster had tried to escape, attacking Carlisle and only getting to as far as down the hall when he got tased. It was his last attempt, for he knew that hurting his owner would only lead to him being beaten and going hungry.

After Carlisle stitched him up, he ordered him to take a shower. Escorts soon met The Monster, the only time he would be able to shower before the morning was when he was covered in blood like this. Days like these were all he knew now and he was unaware on how much his future was going to become that much worse. Soon he'd become even more powerless and lose even more of himself under the control of the Cullens.

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