Hunters and Beasts

Unexpected

A woman walked through the woods, her white robes barely touching the ground. She was surrounded by other woman in robes, theirs the color of crimson. She walked slowly, not ready for what was happening. Hes finally taking me. I had hoped that his torment and games would never end. She entered the clearing, the fire already set. She stopped and the other women started chanting. She knew they were chanting for the removal of her virtue and the claiming to be made by her master. I never wanted this... I never expected this life to be real and for me to be forced into it. One of the guards crashed into the clearing.

“Hunter!” he hissed pointing into the wood line. A hunter? Thank heavens. I hope they kill us all. The other woman scattered and started to run off, she stood and waited. The hunter dove through the brush and brandished a sword of light. Guards flooded the hunter, and they swung their sword, slicing the guards apart. One of the guards stabbed the hunter. Ow that has got to hurt. The woman watched the hunters mask be ripped off as the vampire went for her throat. Faith. FAITH. My faith? The hunter looked to her, staring at her. A howl cut through the night as an Alpha wolf emerged and ripped the vampire from the hunter. The woman felt arms grasp her and drag her away.

“Lady Sam you mustn’t stay they will kill you!”

“I might welcome it.” she muttered under her breath.

“What the f**k happened?!?” a man threw one of the guards to the ground.

“Im not sure sir! A hunter and her werewolf pet came from nowhere.”

“if you were doing your job then they wouldn’t have interrupted my newest wife’s purity ritual! Now I must wait another month to claim what’s mine!”

“we could still finish!”

“no. She has been soiled.” the man snapped the guards neck and through his to the floor. “where is my Flower?” Sam was forced to the front by his will.

“yes, lord Dalton?” get out of my f*****g head you cunt.

  “You are spunky tonight. Still have some fight left in you then?” he pulled at her robe, dropping it to the floor and expositing her body. “i see you wore what you were commanded too. Good girl.” Dalton reached up and removed the body jewelry, leaving her completely naked. “you must be set to bath, but first I require some relief. Stroke me.” Sam took a sharp breath. His command forced her to her knees in front of him. He dropped his pants and looked away as her hands went to work against her will.

“i wish to clean up from the filth of the night.”

“in a moment,” he grunted. “I am almost ready to please my wives.” Sam closed her eyes a vision of faith dancing across her mind. Dalton smacked her away from him. “who is she?”

“what do you mean sir?”

“who is was that woman?! That hunter you think of in your mind?”

“she is no-one! Just a girl I used to know, I thought she looked familiar.”

“get out. Scrub her until these thoughts are no more.” the guards lead Sam away, not bothering to cover her. Sam walked through Daltons floor in the mansion to the bathroom. It was a large open room with many jacuzzi tubs. One of them was filled, the water rolling in boil. The guards walked her to the tub and forced her in. f**k. f**k! She let off soft whimpers as they boiled her.

Sam sat on her bed shaking. She could feel the heat moving off of her skin. The canopy around her bed was closed and she had surrounded herself with black silk sheets. Her skin was crawling while it healed. She wrung a bell and a thrall walked in.

“yes lady Sam?”

“i am hungry.”

“do you wish to feed from me?”

“id like my specialty.” the thrall bowed before walking towards the bar. She mixed a bloody marry, but with actual blood and alcohol. The thrall delivered it and walked away bowing once more. Sam took a sip, sighing as her fangs came out at the first taste of blood. Sam thought back to earlier. Was that faith? My faith? She saved me... I must know. Sam could hear the commotion coming from the other end of the mansion. He is too interested in his whores to worry about me. Good. Sam got dressed. She wore light color jeans, a plain shirt covered by a letterman jacket and skater type shoes. She walked down the halls and towards the garage.

“where are you going milady?”

“out.”

“we should clear it with lord Dalton.”

“do you wish to interrupt him?” her eyes flashed. “i am lady of this house. I do as I wish.”

“ye...yes milady.”

“i will return. Speak of this to no one.” Sam walked into the garage and grabbed her helmet. She got on her trail bike and took off into the woods. She made it back to where the ritual had been set. All the bodies were gone and the blood soaking into the ground. She walked to where the hunter had appeared, finding the bloodied facemask on the ground. She picked it up and took a sniff. The blood smelled like sweet flowers; not bitter as other hunter’s blood had smelled before. Faith? What happened to you?  Sam jumped back onto her bike and followed the faint sent of blood left by the hunter.

Sam made it to a house not far from the manor where the blood sent was strong. Lept from the ground landing lightly on the roof. She could see into the dark bedroom infront of her. Am I at the wrong place? She could see a woman’s back, a hunter brand hard pressed into her right shoulder. She could see scar apon scar crossing over her back. The woman turned, groaning. Faith. It is her... Sam slid to one side of the window as she heard a soft voice.

“Caleb.” faith called out into the darkness. She heard footsteps and looked to see who approached. A large man came through the door, wearing loose sweatpants. Oh my. That is a gorgeous... wait that is the wolf! What the f**k is she doing with a wolf! Sam watched Caleb slip into Faith’s bed and wrap his arms tightly around her.

“i am here. Go back to sleep.” she saw faith snuggle back into her pillows. What has happened to you faith... Sam touched the necklace around her neck.  Sam looked once more, seeing green eyes flash in the darkness. She whipped back around the side of the house. f**k. He saw me. Sam lept from the roof and ran towards her bike, not looking back to see if she was being followed.

Sam rode, trying to ignore the rage building inside her. How could Faith be a f*****g hunter! And she's sleeping with a filthy f*****g werewolf! What the f**k is happening! Ugh! She screeched her bike to a stop fuming. She punched a tree, splintering it.

“easy darling. Wouldn’t want you to damage yourself for you master.” Sam spun to see a man standing behind her. Wolf. Sam blinked and grabbed him by the throat.

“who the f**k are you? And what do you f*****g want.”

“my name is Jake. I happen to be a honored guest of your master.”

“why would he want your kind in our home?”

“if you don’t know yet, I wont spoil it for you. But its going to be big.” jake winked before transforming and running ahead towards the mansion. Wonderful. Secrets and lies all the way around. Sam jumped back on her bike and sped back to the mansion. She got there, a welcoming party waiting.

“nice of you to return. We are expecting company.” Dalton pointed at his side and she was forced to move to it. “i really wish you would wear things that are more proper and not ride that ugly machine.”

“they are me, I will not let you take me away.”

“there is the spunk. We’ll have to fix that latter, behind closed doors.” Sam shuttered. That’s code for disgusting and painful acts. Dalton smirked and turned his attention to the wolf that was running up the road. “welcome Jake of the Greymoon clan, I am happy to speak with you!”

“the honor is mine. Your letter was very interesting.”

“I'm glad it didn’t fall of stubborn eyes then!” Dalton waived his hand and they walked inside. “ill meet with you in my study, without other company. But first I must deal with one Flower who is trying to wilt on me.”

“take your time.” Jake grinned a toothy smile. “i enjoy the teaching of lessons.”

“perhaps you wish to join me?”

“absolutely at another time, for now I wish to keep a clear head of the task at hand.”

“as you wish.” Dalton grabbed Sam’s arm and pulled her away. He reached the elevator and pressed the down button. f**k. Not the chamber. Sam shifted uneasily on her feet. “why do you insist on fighting me now little flower?”

“i don’t.” she felt his hand contact her cheek, sending a burning sensation across it.

“don't f*****g lie to me. What has changed? Is it this hunter girl?” Dalton grabbed her wrist and cut it open with one of his claws. He bent down and licked the blood. No! Don’t you f*****g dare! “ahh I can see it now.” reading my memories by blood. f*****g cunt.

“Master please!” Dalton threw her to the ground once the elevator doors opened.

“maybe. maybe I shall show mercy.” he grabbed her hair, pulling her to her feet and leading her past tables of torture instruments. “be a good girl and assume the position.” Sam walked forward on shaky legs and stepped onto the grate. “remove your clothes, or see them torn from your body.” Sam slowly stripped, tossing her clothes to the side. She put her hands up as he walked to put on the chains that hung from the ceiling.

“please master.”

“Shhhh. Quiet now.” he put the shackles on her wrists and ankles, spreading her into a “X”. he hoisted her off the ground, just enough so she could no longer touch. He kissed down her chest and below her belly button. “you are lucky that I want you so bad, or I may have had you killed. You belong to me. Say it.” Sam kept her mouth closed tightly. “I SAID SAY IT!” Dalton gashed his claws across her thigh, blood pouring down her and into the grate. Sam winced, brandishing a single tear. “my god it makes me so hungry when you disobey me.” Dalton readjusted himself. “i want you to say it.” he drug a nail up her body making her shake from pain. He got to the necklace around her neck. “ill take this.” he grabbed the chain and started to pull.

“NO! Please master, I belong to you, I BELONG TO YOU!” she pleaded.

“mmm there is my good girl.” he ripped the chain from her neck and threw it to the stone floor, popping it open. “i want you to remember that this is true.” Dalton turned and grabbed a brand. “i want you to remember forever.” he dipped the brander into water. Holy water... he walked towards her smiling. “i must put it in a place where it wont bother me or affect your beauty.” he spread her legs and kissed the inside of her right thigh. “this will do nicely.”

“no! Please!” Sam screamed as he pressed the brand to skin, holding it there while he laughed. Dalton threw the brander to the ground and walked away.

“i think I will have some fun with this, Faith.”

“please...” Sam’s voice came out ragged. “don't hurt her...”

“i wont, not at first. I want to see what I can make her do for me, and for you my pet.” Dalton walked out of the chamber, whistling. Sam dropped her head, a stream of tears pouring down her face. She looked on the ground to her locket. A etching of faith and her mother looked back at her. Faith...i failed to protect you...