The Vengeful Luna

In the pits

The wind was howling loudly above me, through the woods, forcing the trees to bend and move along, and the storm was announcing its approach with loud thunders that seemed to want to crack the sky in half. A few cold raindrops managed to fall between the bars above me and hit my skin, making me hiss in pain and jump awake once again. My eyes could barely focus on my surroundings, but I knew nothing changed. I was in the same small and dirty pit, with nothing to keep me warm, with nothing to protect me from the incoming storm and freezing temperatures. My wounds ached, throbbed in pain, most likely infected by now. I did not bother to waste any energy by checking. Mainly, I slept. Because it was far easier to simply sleep, and not dwell with whatever was left to deal with. The sleep was usually painless, dreamless and, despite my hope, just as restless as it could be when you're left to starve in a dirty pit, too deep to climb, too narrow to stretch yourself and too dark to see your surroundings. Not like there was much to be seen...

"You can't keep holding him there, Demetri! " a low, hissy voice reaches my ears and my interest suddenly perks.

I knew the name. I remembered the face. But this voice I did not recognize. It was a woman. Not one I could trust though, because no one here was to be trusted. But her voice, the way she hissed her concerns to Demetri, she sounded as if she cared. Did she care for me? Or did she care that I might give my location away with my howls? even if those howls stopped nights ago, when my throat grew too sore to let out any more howls. Soon, I could hear their footsteps. Barely. It was almost as if they did not step above the same ground we were all walking upon. Vampires.... are such different creatures i came to conclude days ago...

"Your precious toy will not come back here. " she continues her hissy speech, accentuating the word with a ferocious determination that made me shiver, the hair on the back of my eck standing up and making my anxiety swell as if this was an order for me and not the masochistic man named Demetri.

"My precious toy will not come back here, because you allowed her to escape!" Demetri barks back, and I've heard that anger spill onto me so many times, that I get triggered, and a low growl escapes me, as my body slowly pushes itself up from the ground and shakes off the dirt that had fallen on top of me for the past few days.

They pause as they hear me and soon, I see a pair of ruby red eyes staring down upon me. Demetri... his lips curl into a twisted smile and I can see his fangs. disgusting... but immediately, another head pokes around a bit curiously. The woman that earlier seemed to be concerned about me, now hissed in disgust and covered her nose with a handkerchief. I know I smelled bad, terribly even. Wet fur, dirty wet fur ,dried blood, piss and what not might not be a great perfume combination. I was well aware of that. But it was not like they smelled of anything but decay and death.

"It f*****g stinks..." she hisses and almost gags, pulling herself away, making Demetri laugh. He kicks a bit of dirt over the opening of the bars above me, and laughs again when they land on me and makes me shake my whole body to get them off.

"Of course it does!" he chuckles and his head disappears from sight.

"You have to do something about this, Demetri!" the woman now snarls, and something in the mood suddenly changes. she's angry. she's angry with him and Demetri is not happy about it. He's scared? Is that what I smell?

For a bit, they are both silent, but they're both there. I can hear them. I can feel them with a sense I did not know I had. It made my fur stand up and it made me itch to kill. Brutally dismember and rip their heads off....

"He can't stay there!" the woman decides and the tension rises a bit more.

"And what do you want me to do with it?" Demetri seems cautious. "I can't free it!"

"IT?!" she snaps at him and I hear a loud slap.

She slapped him. She was not having any of his tantrums right now. And honestly, I wish she would kick him in the balls too since she was at it....

"That is a living, breathing thing!" she continues and lands another slap , and something within me jumps with joy at the sound of him. Was I mean? "You're going to get him out of there and I am not going to repeat myself, Demetri. He was not brought here to be kept in a dump, worse than the dog he is! Leash him, sedate him, Bathe him, get that stick off of him! get him to change back to his human form!" she barks her instructions and hell, if I ever heard someone this confident. "He's here for a completely different task, not to be your play toy! This is exactly why I freed HER before! Because this sadism of yours is holding us back from OUR mission!" honestly, she gets a bit scary even for me right now.

Demetri doesn't seem very happy with all this, either. He does not say a thing, and a few moments pass, before I hear footsteps again. She is walking away and I hear Demetri curse under his breath before looking through the gate towards me again.

"Mutt... " he hisses with utter disgust and sends another bunch of dirt flying through the openings of the bars, that land on my head, making me growl again.

His attention perks, but he doesn't say anything anymore. He simply turns on his heels and walks away. Was he going to get me out of here? If he dares touch me, I'll rip his arm off, even if it's the last thing that I'm doing in this life!

"Bring the team!" i hear his voice from the distance and a strange feeling of uneasiness swoops over me. Team? what team? for what?

Multiple footsteps approach and soon, a bunch of people stand above the opening of my dirty pit. I did not like this. I did not like this one bit! before I can even think of it, something stings me. I turn and try to notice it, but before I can see what it was, multiple other things sting me and soon, everything grows hazy. My body grows heavier and not long after, I can't stand up and collapse and the murky ground. no... I could not fall asleep now! No!