Rage and Love - What Became of Her

**TRIGGER WARNING: Abuse/Horrible Treatment/Imprisonment/Gore** "Xiomara (zee-o-mara)! Xiomara, get up!" Xiomara's eyes fluttered and opened, to see the Beta of her father in front of her. "Beta Harvey? what is -," She started, until Harvey lifted her suddenly, setting her to stand and handing her clothes and a backpack. "Xiomara, my dear, I need you to put those on and hurry!" Without tearing her eyes away from him she slipped on the sweater and sweat pants given and slung on her backpack. "Here!" he gave her some sneakers, and she sat to put them on and he returned to the window to carefully check outside. "Beta Harvey, what is going on?" She asked in a panic. Grabbing her hand, pulling her to follow him out of the room and down the two flights of stairs of her home. "Harvey, where's my dad?" She tugged her hand away and that's when a brick flew through the window that was between the Beta and her. She screamed, grabbing for the Beta. They ran out the back door and that's when it all was beginning to click. Loud screams of mercy rang in her ears, children screaming and crying for their mothers and men hollering. Xiomara whimpered, as they jumped over others, badly injured or worse.... "Keep with me, Xiomara! Keep running! Don't look back!" was all he hollered back at her. They ran what seemed like another 20 minutes until they reached about 900 yards from their ruined city. Xiomara sat on the ground, out of breath, wheezing, "Harvey, what was that?!" She began to cry. He knelt by her, "We're under attack by the Black Sun pack. They're going to be looking for you and me, so if they ask who your father is, you must say anyone, me, Gamma Titan, anyone but your father. I can't say I or Gamma Titan will make it... but at least they maybe won't harm you," He caressed her cheek as she cried. "Where's daddy?" He shook his head, tears threatening to escape him,"He's dead. The Alpha, Jon, killed him. I'm sorry, Deary." Xiomara looked blankly at Harvey. "... So, this is what's going to happen. You're going to hike north and if Black Sun catches you, you're an omega and lost. Or again, your father is myself or someone that is not your father." She nodded, wiping her nose. He bid her goodbye and ran back toward the city. Xiomara laid on the floor to cry, but nothing came. Nothing but darkness. Marching had begun, making Xiomara rise quickly, groggily, and she began running as fast and hard as she could. As she ran, she could hear a gallop of some sort behind her - BOOF!! A large weight tackled her from behind, toppling and tumbling them over. Xiomara landed on her back, looking up, through blurry vision, she saw a large gold wolf hovering above her and growling. "Hector, get off of her." A voice sounded from behind, making the gold-coated wolf growl at the voice. It whimpered and hopped off of her. "Rise, child." Xiomara rose, looking around to see a bunch of warriors from the Black Sun pack in wolf form and in human form, in armor. The male that spoke stepped forward, "I am Alpha Jon." The name made Xiomara freeze. "Are you lost?" Xiomara nodded, not taking her eyes from the Alpha. "How old are you? I can't smell a wolf, so I assume you're about 15? 16?" She continued to stare. He waited, shrugging and turning to walk off, but didn't take a third step without alerting his warriors to cease her. As they crowded around her, Xiomara became so afraid and anxious, she fainted. A splash of ice-cold water woke Xiomara with a start. She was in a room with a bunch of other young women. Some from Serene and others, strangers. "Help!" A girl cried, she was being dragged to a door where two males stood. Other young females cried and demanded what was going to happen. Xiomara observed everything she could. Exits, guards, the ages that some of the females looked... That's when she had spotted a young girl, crying near her. She couldn't have been more than six years old. Xiomara neared her cautiously. The girl, though weary at first, inched closer to Xiomara too and cried into her lap. "My name is Xiomara. How old are you?" She asked, trying to calm her in the midst of all the craziness. "I'm five. My name is Stella." It broke her heart to hear her age. Why was she there? Is all Xiomara could think."Stand up! Let's go!" More warriors entered, gathering all the females and lining them up and dragging them out. They were dragged out and onto the arena and divided into groups. "Remember your groups. They are your bunk mates and coworkers. You work for the pack house and warriors now. Everything before now, is history..." A warrior was hollering out, stopping right in front of Xiomara. She looked up at his 6'3 height. He had gold-blonde hair that bounced around as he spoke, "As for you sweet," he said, bending toward her ear, whispering, "You're mine." He licked his teeth then walked on barking orders. As days passed, Xiomara watched their simple servant services become favors and orders from warriors that were downright atrocious. They used the females, beat them, bullied them... and were just uncleanly, making work 5x harder and more. Xiomara worked hard to avoid the men, but endured what abuse she could in order to protect Stella... The guards all grew to know if they approached Stella they could get a hold of Xiomara. Xiomara was beautiful like the girls all there. However, with her bloodline being a hybrid, Alpha blood- lycan and rakshasa demon, she emanated a look of voluptuous maturity and mystery. It perked up all of the warriors' curiosity, especially the gamma, the gold-haired male and the gold-haired coated wolf, Hector. Weeks had passed, as the poor girls slept one evening, in their bunks. A slow, stealthy Hector attempted and succeeded to sneak in, grabbing Xiomara and dragging her into the supply closet. He pulled the little light string, "Oh lovely, I have wanted to look into your green eyes all day while I did this..." He began to unzip his pants. At the gesture and intent, Xiomara felt an overwhelming heat surround her body and an ache as if her bones were breaking- growing! Just then she slammed her hand across Hector's face, leaving a sizable gash that came from his left brow to his bottom right cheek. She'd shifted enough to alter her hand! Hector smacked and punched her down before going to seek aid, as he was a Lycan and healing sort of. But the gash was too deep to heal without leaving a gnarly scar on his face. Even Lycan's healing ability wouldn't save his used-to-be handsome face. "You'll regret this." He spat, leaving her basically for dead. When the next couple of days came and went, one day during their chores, Xiomara and Stella were gathering the laundry from the warrior's quarters, they were ambushed suddenly! A bag was placed over her head and Stella's, as she could hear her screaming muffled. They'd been thrown in a trunk and driven what seemed like hours and hours.... Xiomara had awoken to the trunk being opened and her being dragged out and thrown onto gravel. As she and a thrown, whimpering Stella, stumbled up, they were led into a small shack. When they were finally positioned to stand, their bags were removed. In front, stood a bandaged face, Hector and some of the Black Sun Warrior's. And one particular stranger she'd never seen before. "These are our best. 15 and 7." Hector said to the tweak-ish looking stranger. Xiomara eyed him more as she realized the bulk he'd handed over to Hector was money. 'He is selling us.' she'd thought, in utter fear. "Hector. Please..." She barely whispered, standing near Stella to protect her. He winked at her and had the warriors exit with him. Xiomara grabbed Stella, pushing her behind herself. The male stranger chuckled, "Don't be scared. You're mine now, okay?" He smiled menacingly at Xiomara and sweetly at Stella. The first and last week they spent with the stranger were more servant duties they'd tended to. However, he'd set traps throughout his estate to deliberately harm the girls. Until the one fateful and last night, for him, Xiomara had awoken in her room, noticing Stella was gone. Xiomara or no one could say what happened to her, but something in her stirred up her Lycan, that shouldn't have even developed yet! That's when, as fast as she caught Stella's scent, she realized what she was smelling. Her blood. She rushed as fast as she could muster down and around the estate until she came to the door of the stranger's office. Xiomara busted open the door to find the man with a tied up Stella, her body cut and burned on her exposed flesh. He wore a black glove topped by silver-made claws. He'd been using it on her. Stella looked so spent and so tired. Her mouth taped and wrists and ankles bound. "So wonderful of you to join us, sweety. It was about your turn." He wiped the sweat off his brow, looking pleased with his work. Xiomara watched him, her head c*****g to the right, shock and awe consuming her. Suddenly, Xiomara shouted in pain, falling to her knees. Her spine broke first, elongated and a loud crack! Resetting the spine. Then, her legs broke at the knee and ankle, growing and widening. Then her arms grew. With a shuttering pain in her ribs, as two other arms grew from her sides. And her jaw broke, elongating to form a snout. The male Lycan stranger fell back, watching her change into her true form. "Oh my Goddess!" In front of the man stood the hybrid of Lycan and the rakshasa demon. The head and face of a lycan, and the body of a stocky, muscular creature with two legs and four arms. Its teeth were like lycans, only thicker around like the rakshasa for meat eating... of all kinds. He hollered in utter fear as the Xiomara-turned creature picked him up with two of her arms by his ribs and choking him with the other two, "Please..." He choked out, barely audibly. Xiomara's beast stared at him, and in a lower, sultry-like voice, she said, "You... are mine now." And as the tears raced down his face, as if he had realized he met his end, the beast's jaw unhinged, opening wide and with one swift turn of her neck, she devoured his head, almost to the base of his neck in one bite. After chewing and and reconnecting her jaw, the beast tossed the body to the side... Xiomara had realized she was watching from inside herself. Her beast. Even Alpha descent didn't shift this early. Seventeen, maybe? Xiomara shifted back, now feeling woozy and light-headed. 'I am your beast. We are Lycan and Rakshasa. I have got you, love.' She assured, falling back to the back of Xiomara's brain. Xiomara, grateful, stood, walking over to Stella. She felt her cheek, cold as ice. Xiomara, in a panic, freed her and pulled her close to hold her, "Stell, come on, talk to me..." She begged. Her pulse was faint, "Stella come on now, honey." Stella stirred slightly, lightly and weakly cupping Xiomara's face, "I just want to rest now, Xoxo (Zo-Zo)." Xiomara nodded as tears fell down her face. It had been a whole day and a half. Stella had passed that night, peacefully in Xiomara's arms. She'd buried her and prayed as her rakshasi (rakshasi; female context) practice taught and she began her journey. Days had passed and Xiomara had stumbled upon a cottage in a clearing. When she neared the small house, a woman emerged. She was older and tall and athletic. As she threw a freshly clean sheet up on the drying rope, she noticed Xiomara. They watched each other. The woman stood tall, Xiomara could smell she was a vampire."Now darling. I don't want any trouble, but I am ready for it." Her southern accent rang the sweet threat. Xiomara felt her body tense. She was cold, hungry and fatigued due to shifting for the first time, so young and something so different. Xiomara began to cry. The vampire neared with caution, and in all the angst, Xiomara fainted... again. Xiomara woke from the vampire placing a wet rag on her head. She was frozen. "Look, I have no intention of hurting you..." She wiped Xiomara's cheeks, "It seems some people have done that some already. I changed and bathed you. And I reckon you can rest here a while, that's fine by me..." She then placed the rag down, grabbing a gun and pointing it at Xiomara, making her scurry up to stand now. "...But you better A. Tell me where your from and what happened to you... and B. Tell me what the heck you are. I ain't ever seen a beast like yours. You shifted while unconscious and now one of your eyes is white and the other is green." The strange, southern woman said. Xiomara nodded, reaching for her eyes. As she did, the vampress placed the gun in her holster on her thigh and grabbed the rag and moved to Xiomara's feet. Washing them. "I'm Prudence. Call me Prudy." Xiomara introduced herself and began telling the woman exactly what she had just agreed to. Once briefed on what came with Xiomara. Prudy rose to grab Xiomara a folded pair of clothes, "I'm so sorry that's what came of your family and land... And your poor friend, Stella." Xiomara's body tensed at Stella's mention. Prudy had left Xiomara in her guest/craft room to rest. But, filled with anger and utter vengeance. Xiomara made a promise to not only avenge her dear friend Stella but her father, and her city... starting with the blood of Alpha Jon.