THE LAST WOLF STANDING.2 ✅ Complete and Edited

🕐🕒: BLUE PETALS WITH GREEN THORNS

"Why are you looking so pale, white . as . a . ghost." Mocks Derrick glaring at the baby vampire according to age. Michelle stays quiet, it was obvious the boss was angry and she was about to face the wire, if given the chance she will defend herself. That's for sure, Derrick is scarier than the twins. It had been a full week since the incident the male was at school but never approached her nor did he send anyone to converse with her. So why now she did not understand. He did make it clear to her that he despised dealing with such small annoyances and not just her everyone under him was aware of it. Each time their gazes met she looked aside, anything but that strong cold murderous glare. "Am sorry ... I ... I didn't mean to do ..." "Shut up. It's not what I wanted to hear. You did what you did let's just say we are lucky your senior members are as sharp as I am." Michelle knew not to mess with the male in front of him but it was not his fault he needs to listen to her version. The foxes were not as pleasant either. Especially that vixen, she was a different species a wreck of a bitch with a billion issues one could barely comprehend. Between Derrick the rock and Yami the hard place who was better to bet on in terms of staying alive. "I want to talk but am afraid." She says shaking her head in fear. Derrick could see the brimming tears in the vampires eyes, unlike him newborns still have a part of their humanity instilled. Something that will slowly die overtime before those tears are fully dried forever. "I see, she did this." She nods in agreement still avoiding the dark gaze staring down at her. "It's not like you didn't know." "I need tangible proof for me to believe in people nowadays. Plus I wanted to remind you who is the boss between them and I. Keep those two at a distance, you don't want to end up like William." Of course William, she heard the stories best to play it safe with that threat lingering hot in the air. "Yes sir Derrick." He hated that name but with his anger at bay he preferred not to remind her that. "Go home stay out of this school gates for a month, take care of yourself." Hearing the calmness in his voice whisper like a soft warmth she raises her head and looks at him. "What about you, they are dangerous especially the boy." "It's not for you to care."

Having to breath the same air with the most frustrating creatures was getting hard for her. Each day she had to survive like she was in the savannah with a bunch of monkeys jumping up and down on her back. Why is this so? Why does she need to keep doing this? These were becoming her daily questions before turning in and covering herself for the nights. That stupid vixen and her brother let's not forget Derrick Oh! And Seth too. It's like a God damn zoo. Vultures and prey demanding to know what she is behind that mermaid tail. So that they can finish what they started. A proper genocide with no witnesses, no victims and especially no community representative. For so long, sixteen years to be precise she has been the lone wolf and the only one to safely recreate her pack once all this over. Life preservation was important and the need to keep living was not a choice but a requirement.

Even with all that chaos at least there was one sacred place she felt safe, in her room. Safe from the dark aura  the world kept throwing at her in each and every direction like it's getting paid millions. Her head floating in the clouds in her beautiful dream seeing her mom and dad alive again sharing picnic snacks above the green dry grass. Dreams are the beauty of lies, it makes you smile, it gives you peace. She enjoys dreaming no matter how fake it is at least it motivates us to wake up, see the next day. Suddenly it feels cold, cold and wet?! Why is it wet? Was it raining? Was the window open? Why is her bed noooo ...

Ruby's eyes flicker open her hair dripping her face wet, is it sweat? She never sweats in her sleep and she definitely doesn't wet the bed. Hasn't done it in years. This is not a dream nor a nightmare ... Reality. Someone dragged her into the real world. Once she was done asking herself endless questions she stays still letting the cold water slide down her face as her nose smelt the air around her room. Someone was in her room with her. The open window, the dripping tap in the bathroom, the scent of roses under the rain. She turns side to side wanting to spot the piece of trash that thought this was a bright idea. Her eyes stop at two legs covered in black sweats all the way to a white plain shirt. The build was a bit too small to be Dean and much more muscular to be Mick. Who was this person brave enough to  No not this idiot. The face of the few that make her dreams turn into a nightmare. To think she was safe in the confines of her domain, respect not everyone understands it. In his right hand was the item used to commit the current crime, a small orange plastic bucket filled with water droplets sliding from the rim to the wooden floor. "Derrick Silverstine what is the meaning of this?!"