A Vampire's Slave

XII

In the eyes of Callicus

Callicus POV:
I had just finished pushing someone dear to me off the ledge of a cliff.
I'm sure he isn't dead. He's a great swimmer so he should be fine.
I ran back to Prince Eron, who was holding the girl I love.

Isabella

I am such a fool for allowing someone else to step up and take her away from me! I had many options to rescue Isabella from Mochief, plenty I say!
Her eyes always seemed to scream for help whenever I come to visit. But I did nothing. A coward I truly am!

Now I must fight a wolf to get her back.

I've read just a tad about werewolf mating from the town's library.
I'm fully aware that Isabella isn't a werewolf. She certainly can't be one.
I love her! Nevertheless, if she indeed is a werewolf , I'll still love her.
Eron knows nothing of her beauty. He isn't worthy enough to have someone such as my dear Isabella. She deserves someone far better, someone like me. I'll take great care of her.

As I got back to Prince Eron and Isabella. I see Isabella on the ground with Prince Eron hovering over top of her with his hands upon her beautiful face. Isabella laid stiffly, eyes closed and not a inch of her precious body moving.

Had he killed her, forcing himself upon her just so he could have her? I am not too familiar with this wolf pack and I wasted no time thinking of what had happened to Isabella. I now wanted revenge upon this. He took her away from me...twice!

By the sharp pinch I felt upon my lip, my fangs had grown excessively long, ready to tear at Prince Eron. I took my mark, got set, and went! Running towards Eron at full speed. As his eyes lifted up from Isabella's face, I had already pounced upon him, grabbing him by his shirt and pushing him deep into the woods until his back hit a bark with a heavy thud.
He growled at me as pieces of bark flew fast his place, whipping his face and leaving small trailings of blood.
He clenched his teeth, his wolf fangs began growing in as well.

"What did you do to her?!" I yelled, balling my fist and aiming it straight towards his lip. He barely dodged it as he threw me off of him with strength that I underestimated.

He ran towards me , throwing himself onto the ground and turning into the wicked beast he is. He chunked at my leg, throwing me at a tree. My back hits the bark of an tree and fell stiffly upon the ground.
The agonizing pain from my leg throbbed but I ignored the pain. For I must get rid of this beast.

The beast ran for me once again. I quickly dodged out the way just as he hit his head upon the tree bark that I was thrown into.
He shook his head, regaining his conscious.

I hear more growls and I turn to see not just two but four other werewolves like Prince Eron himself.
I gulped, although I showed no fear, I was certain I was not going to win against five other werewolves.
Surely the vampires that have traveled with Mochief isn't going to help me.  So I took it upon myself to run the opposite direction, hoping they wouldn't follow me.
I climbed up a tree, gliding from tree to tree for I know werewolves simply cannot climb a tree...at least as fast I can go.

"Isabella, please forgive me" I spoke to aloud.
"For once again, I have let my fears over take me and once again I runaway"

In the eyes of Harold

Harold POV:
I was right under him. I always wanted to chew a chunk out of this Callicus guy. He made my wolf upset whenever I look at him.
My wolf took control as he ran, frequently looking up at the vampire to keep track of his whereabouts.

That coward! How dare he attack the Alpha and think that everything will be alright?
He is entirely too close with the Luna. I'll be happy when they mark one another, I've seen the happy and bad side of Eron. I am his Beta. We've been friends since birth. I've also known the Luna in the beginning as well. When she was just a baby, before she was put in the arms of Mochief.

When she was merely a baby, she was always so giggly, placing her hands upon my face. Her eyes turning all types of colors, reflecting her mood. Her teeth grew in faster then it should have, two of her teeth sharper then the rest. Given the beliefs that she was a vampire. But of course, I didn't believe it.
No sister of mine will be a vampire when werewolf genes are much stronger. But it will be a tough call since her mother was a fresh vampire and she was raped by my father.

In the Eyes of Callicus

Callicus POV:
Still, I continued to run, hearing the growling coming from the werewolves beneath me.
I can see the sun poking about, ready to shine upon the earth.
I must get home but I shall not lead them to my home. That's a very ignorant move.  I made a turn and continued gliding through trees until I was at the cliff that I had pushed someone dear to me.
The raging waters ran, hitting upon sharp dull grey rocks.
I'll have to jump, surely they won't follow me down. I look back one time, seeing the strawberry blonde fur werewolf pouncing faster towards me, I jump off the cliff.
Praying that I'll make it down safely. I close my eyes and await for my body to touch the cold water.
When I feel my body become like a rag doll and thrown with such aggression down the stream, I knew I made it down. I opened my eyes and look up at the cliff I had just jumped off to see the werewolves who was chasing me, stare at me with such an evil glare. They must've wanted the unfortunate.
I smiled up at them. The strawberry-blonde fur wolf lifted up,howled and snorted as he turned away from the cliff along with the other werewolves.
I watch them leave until they were no longer visible. I turn my head back into the direction that my body was pushed to going.
I hear the roaring sounds of a bunch of water and immediately my heart jumped with fear for I knew what was in store.
I began to look around, perhaps I can grab a hold of something before it's too late. But as I became closer, nothing came in reach.

I wasn't going to scream, for that may send more threats that I wish not to have. I was giving up as the water pushed me upon the edge of the waterfall. I trembled with fear for I do not know how long the drop will be. But certainly it's pretty deep. Perhaps deeper than the fist drop I encountered.
My fingers trembled until I was able to see over the edge.
I sighed, for I couldn't see nothing but a big cloud of white fog, hiding what's at the bottom of this great drop.
No more waiting, the water pushed me and I fell once again down a long drop.