Survivor [ON HOLD]

Mr Fraud

Automatically I went into defense, my ears flat against my skull, a snarl on my lips; warning them to stay away. I had hoped that they'll turn tail and run, but who am I kidding? There are eight of them and one poor little me. A warning will do nothing to deter them. One even snorted at me. I swear, the little mutt will be the first I kill.

As a unit, they closed in on me, eliminating any exit. I gave a final warning, a snarl and a reverberating growl. I do not know my chances of getting out of this in one piece. Even with my new whacked up abilities, I don't know how to control them just yet. I'd probably hit trees and hurt myself instead of these mutts if I tried fighting in speeds I'm not used to.

Just as they crouched, prepared to leap at me and bring me down, out came my unlikely saviours - the vamos. The only warning I got was the rustling of disturbed leaves, and the whooshing of the parted air before each of the red-eyed rogues are engaged in battle.

One by one, most the rogues were led away, except two of the biggest wolves of their little pack. One holds the full attention of a vampire, the other eyeing me.

I snorted. He thinks I'm an easy prey. That makes my job easier. The first rule is to never underestimate your opponent. It only give them the opportunity to surprise and suppress you.

That's exactly what I did. Instead of waiting like he expected, I charged at him, taking him by surprise. His surprise was to my advantage, as I pinned him down, ready to bite into his neck. He managed to buck me off, and so it went, each of us trying to get the upper hand, snarling and growling, snapping at each other, until the sound of distant footfall distracted me enough for him to get a bite out of my tummy, and I yelpped in pain.

Looking at my opponents' red eyes, I just....snapped. Red filled my vision. Focusing only on him, my vision tunnels. In the back of my head, the logical part of me realise that this is very dangerous, especially in battle. I need a clear head to fight, but my body is out of control. It's frustrating. All my life, I've never lost control. Many praise me for my 'exceptional' control over my beast. No one knows I had no beast to control. And out of every day in the year, today just have to be the day I lose control for the first time, right in the middle of a battle. I don't know how I got him down, especially since my head is not screwed on right and I'm honestly distracted, but I got him down, and I latched onto his neck, my canine elongating further, and I sucked the blood out of him. Inside, I'm gagging and heaving. Seriously. His blood must be the nastiest I've ever tasted. Not that I've tasted a lot, but it's bitter and clotted, so I don't think there are any others that tastes worse than this guy's blood. If I can get back my control over my own body any day now, that'd be greatly appreciated, really. But it wasn't until my opponents' body is drained of blood did I regain my control. I immediately heaved and gagged, trying to get the blood out of my system, and the vile taste out of my mouth. Oh don't get me started on the putrid smell. I don't think I can ever get the stench out of my nostrils. My poor, poor nostrils. When the body of a rogue was thrown my way, I remembered I wasn't alone. Looking up, I saw the vamps standing in a semi circle, facing me. I wanted to ask them why they saved me, and why were they so close to my territory, but I couldn't. I'm not really comfortable with shifting back to my human skin in front of strangers.

"Your gratitude would be greatly appreciated. We did, after all, save you from those beasts."

Turning my head to the speaker - a tall guy in the center - the guy who took the biggest rogue.

Cocking my head to the side, I looked at him questioningly. How did he know that of everything that are running through my mind right now, thanking them was not one of them. Though it did bring me shame. I lowered my head, showing my appreciation for their aid. If wolves could blush, I'd be beet red.

"Huh....it's funny really. I've never thought wolves could be so easily read. Or is it just you? Even with limited facial expressions, you are able to convey your thoughts to us. And yes. I read your expressions, not your mind. I wasn't sure whether or not you appreciated our help, but your response to my statement kind of conforms it..."

I just sat on my hunches and huffed in reply, rolling my eyes to hide my embarrassment.

Their soft laughter only embarrassed me further. I wanted to make out their features, but the moon is directly behind them; silhouetting their figures, and the shadows cast by the trees look to be encasing them in their dark embrace.

"Celsitudinem Tuam. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, though under undesirable condition, it's a pleasure all the same. When the time comes, call for us. We're your guards. For now, I think Mr Fraud is looking for you. Forgive me, Celsitudinem, but I think knocking you out now is for the best."

I didn't get the last part of his words until it was too late. I was thinking of who Mr Fraud is, and by the time I got off my butt, he was already in front of me. Our eyes met, and his flashed a luminous silver, whispering a command.

His words and voice are one of the last things I hear before darkness consumed me. The last? The snapping of twigs under heavy paws.