Blood Pales in Moonlight

The first day

She paces around me. Studying me, like a predator getting ready to pounce her prey.

"A werewolf prince," she says in a sultry, yet intimidating voice. "Yet here you are, like a little puppy. Tell me, what do you want, since you belong to me now?"

I didn't answer her. I just stared at her, silent.

"Playing tough?"

I answered her finally. "Unchained," I said in my unnaturally deep, yet gentle voice.

She laughed, and yanked on my chains, while moving me slightly. "You BELONG to me. I'll unchain you in a few years, as long as you obey my every command."

I stood up. And jerked my chains back towards me, pulling her face to face with me. "I don't have anything to prove to you. Unchain me, and maybe I'll listen. Depends on my mood." I sat back down and she started pacing again.

"You won't be free. You will listen to me, or next time, I'll bleed you."

"Bleed me then. Kill me in the process. You'll have a better chance at making me listen then," I retorted.

She glared at me, then walked out of the room, leaving me to my thoughts.

"A temperamental vampire princess. I'm surprised they consider her to be the next Queen."

A few minutes later, she returns holding a cup of water. She places it in front of me, just out of reach if I tried to reach for it.

"Why do you resist obeying me? Answer that for me, and you can have something to drink. Especially since you have blood around your mouth."

I simply look at her.

"You don't know what I know. So I'll tell you this. I wouldn't be here, if someone didn't want me here."

She rolls her eyes and takes a sip of the water. I remain silent and motionless.

"Who would want you here? Vampires and werewolves hate each other. With -"

"A passion. Yes, I know the history. I may be a brute, but I was taught about the history of War. I will say no more about why I refuse to obey you. Do what you want with that, and the water."

I walked over to the wall that my chains protrude from and sit against it. I see everything in the darkness. Including her scowl. She takes the water and sits on her bed, drinking it slowly while glaring at me. I don't react. I don't care. My dad, the alpha of the group, constantly referred to me as a brick wall. If you throw yourself at it enough times it'll eventually break, but you'll hurt yourself in the process.

Some time passes in the silent room, so I close my eyes and drift to sleep while she watches me, intent on figuring me out. Eventually she gets bored and leaves again. Before she leaves though, she sets the half empty cup in my reach.

Morning comes, and I wake to her mere inches away from me

"Good, you're awake now. I suppose I could use you as a guard dog for now, so make sure nothing happens to me while I sleep. Someone will be by with food before I wake up."

She gets up and lays on her bed with her back towards me.

"How long have you been watching me?"

"A few hours. There's something wrong with you. I'll find out sooner or later."

"Well don't. You look like shit."

"Is that an insult?"

"Depends on how you take it. You could either be incredibly ugly, or really damn tired. Take your pick."

"I guess second because I can't see myself in the mirror."

"Well, you're right. Close the curtains. You'll get fried if you don't."

"Concerned about my well being," she asks sarcastically before closing the curtains.

I simply shrug.

"Like I said before I fell asleep, I wouldn't be here, if someone didn't want me here."

"Fine. Be quiet and let me sleep then."

I stayed quiet and paid attention to her and my surroundings. As she tossed and turned, I found my thoughts wandering to where she "captured" me.

The door opens and a woman sets a plate in front of me. I remain quiet and nod slightly. She leaves soon after as I look at the food and my "captor." I freed my hands slightly to where i could eat with one and started eating.

"Why did you walk into the open?"

I swallowed. "I have my reasons. Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"I can't. I wish I was joking. Normally I have someone, or something else with me."

"Want me to sleep on your bed with you, maybe cuddle with you," I asked her, slightly sarcastically.

"Maybe sleep on the bed, but don't touch me. Nobody touches me."

"Well, I can't do anything if I'm stuck to this side of the room."

She groaned and extended my chains somewhat. Just enough to where I could walk around the room freely. So I laid next to her, keeping my back to her. Shortly after, I felt her against me, like a child clinging to a giant bear. I didn't move. Only laid there. A few hours later, she groans and hits me.

"I told you not to touch me."

"I'm sorry, you cuddled with me. Though, you slept soundly."

"Shut up. Who would ever do anything with the likes of you? Don't answer that, I don't want to know."

"Good. I don't want to tell."

We get up separately, and she leaves the room and goes to train. I walk over to the window, open the curtains and window, and lean outside. I grab my lighter and a cigarette from my silver cloak and return to the window. I light the cigarette and lean out the window.

"It sucks being a werepyre. I'm not a vampire or a werewolf. I'm faster and stronger than both, but I won't live as long without my injections. Thankfully, nobody's around."

I finish my cigarette and I grab a needle from my cloak. It's a small needle, but it's full of Paleblood. Transformative for non-vampires. Lethal to vampires and werewolves. There's no cure, but that's what my dad was trying to find. I inject it into my neck and feel both sides of me react hungrily to it. I barely manage to suppress it before she returns and sees me holding the now empty needle against my neck and panting heavily.

"Are you trying to kill yourself?"

I finally recover, and answer her.

"No. Just medicating. You wouldn't understand."

"You're right, I wouldn't. I don't try to understand. I uncover. I'll find out what you were doing."

I chuckled slightly and she groaned.

"Alright tsun. I'll tell you this. If you tried to do what I did, you'd die."

"Tsun? Don't call me that ever again."

"Then what do you want me to call you, because I'm not calling you Mistress at all."

"Fine. Call me Emma."

"(Y/N)"