The Broken Blood Red Wolf, Stone Mountain Shifters

Chapter 3 - College Graduation Party

****TW SA & Drug Used in Crime****

Sydney - Six Years Ago College Graduation Day

Graduation Party

The party is really going strong. I am not sure where Julian is or why he is late. Everyone else is plastered and having a good time. I sit here sober, waiting for Julian, drinking my soft drink. I rub my stomach and smile as I think of telling Julian the news. I am not a drinker anyway, so these parties aren't really my style. But this is our college graduation party. It's a chance to say goodbye to friends before we start our life.

I have the gift bag I packed for Julian in my cross-body bag looped over my chest. I didn't want to take a chance of misplacing it and someone finding out before Julian. I know I am not far along, but this is my second soft drink and I need to find a bathroom. We are in one of the sorority houses. I set my drink down on the kitchen counter. "Hey, can you watch that for me while I go to the bathroom?" I ask one of the girls from my English Literature class sitting at the bar. Heather, Hannah, Hillary. I can't remember her name exactly. She drunkenly nods.

I open a couple of doors and slam them just as quickly. Do these people not know how to lock a door? Finally, I find the bathroom. After doing my business, I wash my hands and head back out to the kitchen. Hillary is still sitting at the bar with her head laid on it, eyes closed. "Thanks." I call over the loud music. She doesn't move. I take a large drink of my soda, but it tastes like it has gone flat. Making a face, I toss it in the garbage can. Where is Julian? I go out on the front porch to look for him. Nothing. I try to switch on the porch light, but notice the bulb is missing. All these overstimulated frat boys probably removed it so they could bring girls out on the porch to make out.

I turn to walk back inside, but my head feels swimmy. I stumble a bit, so I walk over to one of the lounge chairs and fall down hard into it. "Wow. What's going on with my head?" Could this be related to my pregnancy already? I sit and take deep breaths, but nothing seems to clear my head. In fact, it is just getting worse. I get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something is wrong. "Star? What's going on with us? Is it the pup?"

"No. I think someone slipped something in our drink. We are in trouble. Get help now!" She replies weakly.

Oh goddess. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I should never have left my drink unattended. I knew better. I try to stand and reach for the door. No use, my legs won't work. "Help!" I call out while digging in my purse for my cell. I need to call Julian now. "Someone help me." I scream. But I can't be heard over the loud music. I can't get my hands to work any longer. They fall helplessly to my sides and I sag down in the lounge chair. Across the porch, I watch as a figure in the dark, leaning against the wall, flicks a lighter to light a cigarette. "Help me, please." I beg weakly.

"Sure honey. I'll help you. Let me finish my cigarette." He chuckles. Flipping away the cigarette he only took a couple of puffs from, he stalks toward me.

I sink into oblivion. The next few minutes or hours, I don't have any concept of time, scenes flash before my eyes. Being carried into the wood line behind the frat house. Flash. My clothes and purse ripped off violently, as he slashed down the front of my body with his claws. Flash. Rough hands digging at my thighs as I uselessly fight. Flash. Being shaken and my head butted against a tree or the ground. Which way is up? Flash. A male hanging over me, panting. Oh goddess no! The pain. I am being torn into. Flash. He finally pulls back, my body exposed to the cold night air. He sits back against a tree trunk. A lighter flicks and he puts it to a cigarette, taking a deep draw, the end of the cigarette turns red hot. He exhales, sighing in satisfaction. My limbs ache and I am numb at the same time. I need to vomit. I can't move. I feel moisture on my face but can't tell if it's blood or tears. I am silent. I can't scream. I can't talk. I can't move. I don't even think I can blink my eyes. I would think I was dead, but I can see everything.

I see the flicker of the cigarette lighter again. This time he seems to be burning something small and metal on a stick. "Now, sweetheart, it is time for me to mark you. We are mates now." He laughs as he impales me above my right breast with the metal object, smoke rising as he is burning my flesh. Fire courses through my chest as I realize this monster has placed some kind of brand on me. I scream but no sound emerges as he violently slaps his hand over my mouth. I succumb to waves of pain that crest over me and pull me under.

Unknown Male - Six Years Ago College Graduation Day

Graduation Party

I have watched Sydney for years waiting for the chance to have her, but Julian was always in the way. Maybe I would have loved to have her for my mate at one time, but I got impatient. It didn't look like Julian was going anywhere. I saw her at the party without him and thought this was my chance, but she wasn't drinking. She left her soda at the bar with that drunk girl, Hannah. I walked up to casually talk to Hannah so I could slip something into Sydney's drink. Hannah was so enthralled with me talking to her that she didn't even notice Sydney's drink. I easily slipped in the drug that incapacitates a wolf quickly. Our metabolisms are so high, it's hard for a wolf to get drunk. So there was plenty of the drug floating around at the party as almost everyone here was blitzed.

I slipped out to the porch, twisted out the light bulb and tossed it on the side lawn. I hoped she would come out here for air and I was not disappointed. I watched as she fumbled with the light switch, then gave up after noticing the light bulb missing. She looked out to the road. I knew she was looking for him. I didn't know why he hadn't shown, but it was my lucky day, indeed.

Sydney started to stumble and fell into a lounge chair. As she called out for help, I watched her try to reach for the door, but she was down. I am leaning against the wall as I light a cigarette. She notices me and begs, "Help me, please."

I lower my voice so she won't recognize it. "Sure honey. I'll help you. Let me finish my cigarette." I laugh and flip away the cigarette quickly. My mouth watering at the pleasure I am about to have. I stalk over and lift her up. I sprint to the wood line and find a little thicket. I lay her down and am so eager, I recklessly slash her clothes off in one go.

After I finish, I sit back against a tree. Wow, in my eagerness, I have left her a bloody, bruised mess. But, this has been the best experience I have ever had. My first. I take out a cigarette and light it. Taking a puff, I exhale in satisfaction. Nothing has ever made me feel so powerful as this has. It is intoxicating. I realize I can't do this with her again and I want to leave my mark. Since she can't be my real mate, now. My hobby is working with leather to make wallets, belts and hats, I had recently picked up a small branding iron with a wolf howling on it. I had planned to use it on a wallet. Since I had it in my pocket, I guess it will be my own personal branding iron. I heat it up and press it into her breast. Her mouth opens to scream, but no sound comes out. I slap my hand over her mouth, just in case. She passes out with the pain. I lick the wound and give her one final kiss and leave a happy man.