I fumbled furiously with the chain that was attached to my ankle, pulling and prodding at it in hopes it would loosen. But it seemed to only grow tighter. I could hear them. They were approaching quickly. I was dead and I knew it. But with the small bit of hope I had left, I yanked at the chain, whimpering at the pain, and growling in frustration. It was silver. Every werewolves weakness. It burned my skin, searing into the raw flesh making me cry out in pain. My attempts to loosen it weakened as it scorched my hands, forcing me to let go. They can kill me. Maybe it will end this nightmare. The sound of soft galloping made my eyes cast up tiredly, seeing a man sitting on a large horse. He was scowling at me as he came to a stop, his eyes scanning me as if I would attack him at any given chance. He jumped down off his horse, taking small, anticipating steps towards me. A knife rested in his hand, his fingers trailing along the sharp end of it as he smirked down at me. I glared at him back, my eyes not leaving his the entire time, eyeing his every movement. He stopped only a few inches away from me now, his eyes seemed to be scanning my burns. The chain on my ankle still hissing as it ate away at my skin. But he smirked again, lifting his eyes back up to mine. "Well, would you look at that. We've found another one" he said quietly, his voice seemed calm, but a trail of venom leaked from his words. A growl escaped my mouth, but no reaction came from him. "State your name, Werewolf" he demanded, clenching his one fist, the other was tight around the knife. I growled again, raising my head high. "Anaki," I started, "Anaki Jones". My blood boiled and I felt the urge to rip him apart when his only reaction was a stupid smirk, and muttered something under his breath. "Gesundheit"

Love is strange. It comes in many, many ways. What will happen when Lelouch will do anything to make you his. Regardless of the blood he will spill.

[This is the sequel to: http://www.wattpad.com/story/12314363-hide-and-don%27t-scream-yandere-alois-trancy-x] ~*~ It's been a year since you were captured by Alois. You have now come to terms with your living conditions - sort of, nothing is exactly great. Especially with the nightmares that have set in and the fact that you are due to marry Alois before the year is out. However, the horrible balance that has become your life will soon be thrown into turmoil and the question that has plagued your mind will be answered: Is there anyone looking for me? ~*~ You often found yourself wondering if anybody was out there looking for you. You wondered if your father was still alive, if your friends were bothering to look for you. You wondered if Esme, the friend who was abroad in America, had phoned to tell you father that you should be home. You told her that you’d phone or write when you got back to England, and you always stuck to promises like that. Maybe she could tell that something had happened since you hadn’t done that. You could only hope.