Falling Fo The Enemy

One

" You will stay locked up here forever!”

That cry was from a guard, followed by a scoff and then the loud cry of a baby.

The first part of Sylvia's rather petty frame to hit the cold floor was her head. It had little effect compared to the pain that had already lodged in her forehead.

Her face was chucked in dirt. It covered the floor of the cell, making it hospitable no less. At least it was a major upgrade from being dragged on the forest floor chained to the back of a carriage. Compared to that, this was comfortable.

Her eyes darted around in the dark trying to figure out where she was. It took her a few moments to realize that she was in a small room, surrounded by unfamiliar objects.

The room was bare, except for a few pieces of furniture. She tried to remember how she got there, but her mind was blank.

Her feet dragged against the dirt in a weak attempt to raise her, but time and again, they failed. Her body itched and trembled with famish.

The last time she could remember was, oh no. She couldn't remember a thing. Her name did not come to her. It must have been from the way her head had banged on the floor.

She felt a sense of panic rising inside her, her body refusing to cooperate. She felt weak and disoriented, and she collapsed on the floor.

Suddenly, the door opened, and two large werewolves entered the room.

“What's going on? What am I doing here?” She cried out as loud as her cracked voice could allow.

One of the guards turned to her with a smirk.

“Don't worry you're about to find out.”

Something about the smirk on his face told me that something was coming for me, and it was not good.

They grabbed her roughly by the arms and dragged her out of the room. Sylvia stumbled and fell a few times, but the werewolves didn't seem to care. They pulled her through a maze of corridors until they reached a large room.

The room was filled with werewolves, all of them bigger and stronger than Sylvia. She felt like a tiny mouse surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves. The werewolves started to laugh and jeer at her, and Sylvia felt a surge of fear and anger.

"Who the hell dragged this stinky creature in here?" a deep voice boomed from the back of the room.

Sylvia turned her head and saw a tall, muscular werewolf standing on a raised platform. He had piercing blue eyes and a thick beard that covered his jawline.

"It's the new servant, Alpha," one of the werewolves replied.

The Alpha looked at Sylvia and sneered. "A vampire. How convenient. She can work for us during the day and be our dinner at night."

The werewolves laughed again, and Sylvia felt a chill run down her spine. She had heard stories about werewolves and their hatred for vampires. She knew she was in trouble.

The Alpha descended from the platform and walked towards Sylvia. He stopped in front of her and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"You're mine now," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You'll do as I say, or you'll regret it."

Sylvia tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong. She felt a surge of anger and frustration.

"I don't belong here, please. I have no idea what I am doing here or how I got here," she said, her voice shaking with rage. "Let me go."

The Alpha chuckled. "You're in no position to make demands, little vampire. You're lucky we didn't kill you on the spot."

Sylvia gritted her teeth and tried to break free, but it was no use. The werewolves dragged her away, and she felt a sense of despair wash over her. She had lost everything - her memories, her freedom, her dignity. All she had left was her will to survive, and even that was fading away.

As they led her through the pack, Sylvia saw glimpses of their brutal lifestyle. She saw werewolves training with swords and shields, snarling and growling at each other. She saw werewolf cubs playing with each other, biting and clawing at each other. She saw werewolves hunting in the woods, chasing after deer and rabbits with savage glee.

How had she ended up in a place reeking of so much c*****e with no idea of where she came from? Even if they were her worst enemy, she would never wish this kind of treatment on anyone.

Sylvia felt like a stranger in this world. She didn't belong here, but she had nowhere else to go. She felt a sense of loneliness and isolation that was almost unbearable.

As they reached Alpha's house, Sylvia was thrown into a small room. The room was dark and dank, and it smelled of mold and rot. Sylvia felt sick to her stomach, but she knew she had to endure it. She had to survive, no matter what.

Sylvia sat in the corner of the room, huddled up against the cold stone wall. She tried to make sense of her situation, but her mind was still foggy. She couldn't remember how she ended up in the hands of the werewolves, or what she had done to deserve this fate. All she knew was that she was trapped, with no way out.