His Evil (Most Likely Abandoned)

His Evil ~ 1

   Hiya! Well, I just wanted to get introductions out of the way because I know I suck at them. This is my new story called His Evil and I hope you all enjoy it very much!

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 The little girl couldn't decide where to go, yet she didn't care. Any place was better than home, better than the pack, better than the abuse.

She could barely see where she was running, the tears and throbbing, swollen black eye almost blinding her from the simple light of the sun above her. She could barely run, her leg sending a horrible zap of pain when she used it. 

Why did they do this to her? Why was she being punished for no reason? Her mother had said pups gey punished when the don't follow orders, but she had followed every rule!

Tripping over a branch, the young girl cried out from the pain rocketing up from her leg and her stomach. She couldn't run anymore, it wasn't worth the pain when she knew nobody would help her.

She was a smart girl, another pack is weeks trip enless she could shift into her wolf spirit, like the other pups did with their parents. But she hadn't shifted, she wasn't allowed over Alpha Command.

So, with the pain that left her unable to move, the young girl laid on the dry dirt and waited. Just waited.

For awhile, the forest gave off a peaceful gloom with the sounds of critters scurrying around on the earth, untill the air seemed to shift.

Anyone could feel it, the terror that stilled the trees from blowing in the wind. The haunting mortification in the animals and pushing them to hide in silence.

The woods had turned evil.

The little brunette didn't move, she couldn't move. Everything was numb in her besides the pain and infection that was seeping in even more with her adrenaline fading.

Maybe thats why she didn't notice him, the tall- very tall man stalking towards her in slow but swift movements. His hands stayed in his suit pockets, his head slightly tilted as he observed the child from the darkness of the trees.

Raising a foot, he gently pressed down the twig in from of him- for the snap.

She noticed his eyes first, a white silver that glowed slightly tilted with his head. Thats all she could see in the pitch black trees, his terrifying glowing eyes.

Attempting to scoot back, the girl winced, a sob racking from her pale lips.

He noticed this, he noticed everything.

His steps were deadly silent as he walked forward, the light hitting him when he stood by the edge of the small clearing.

Black hair, so black that he almost invented the color. Silver eyes with a dark rim that seperated and showed that they weren't all white.

The girl blinked, seeing his sharp cheekbones and olive skintone rise into a... smile. The only thing pleasent about it was his perfect white teeth, because she knew smiles made you happy, not scared.

She gulped, him watching the way the girl shook her skin off.

"A bit to young to be out by yourself, little baby?" His voice, smooth and dripping with power.

Taken back, the girl tried to find her voice but it barely came out a whisper, "I-I'm n-not a b-baby."

His head tilted again, the evil smile turning into a deadly smirk, "You need to speak up, baby."

"I-Im not a baby!"

The man took a step forward, his eyes shining with amusement, "Then stand up."

She shook her head, "I can't, m-my leg.."

He knew- he knew her leg was hurting and soon, if she didn't get help, she'd die of infection. Or he'd finish her off first.

"Then-" He smiled, moving his head slightly towards her, "You are a baby."

Using her arms, the girl tried to push up on her butt. "I-I can't! It hurts!" She sobbed.

"Then you will die."

She shook her head, shook it untill it throbbed of a headache- "N-No! I-I wanna live!"

His eyes narrowed, "Then. Stand. Up." His voice sent an icy chill down her back.

Nodding, she moved, grounding her teeth together she'd thought they'd shatter. He stood staiter, his head slightly tilted up as he watched the girl push up on wobbly legs.

Tears brimmed her eyelids as she steadied herself, "Now walk forward."

Squeezing her eyes shut, she went to him in pain.

Directly in front of her, he looked down at the young, battered up girl. Her brown eyes peared up through her thick eyelashes.

"So beautiful, yet so young." His hand went to her cheek as he lowered himself to her level. "What is your name, beautiful?" 

"Shivani."

"Ani. I am Fenrir." Fenrir stated, grabbing her wrist and slowly pulling it up to his mouth, "and I need you to not be afraid."

He bit down, and Ani gasped, he legs giving out underneath her.

Fenrir, catching her in his arms, sucked out the bad infected blood and the painful memories. Ani was different, he concluded, her blood... Different.

Letting go, Fenrir gently held the girl almost passed out in his arms, and bit down on his own wrist, putting it up to her mouth and let the blood ooze down her throat.

He stood up and held her bridal style as he headed to her pack house, letting her suck his blood from the vein.

Ani's eyes blinked as the darkness welcomed her, only hearing the crunching of leaves and dirt from his footsteps and the faint whisper before her pupils rolled into oblivion.

   "You are my blood, Ani."