"Do you know how to drive?" Convel tried his best to calm down and make his words consoling. It was hard not to want to protect this poor girl.
"I have a little experience in driving, I could try" her voice quavered while responding she did not even get off the ground.
"Ok, Sheena, just... get up and get in the car. Take it up the mountains. I'll be following behind you." The girl slowly got to her feet, still trembling, and got into the car.
'OK' she took a breath in, the smell of the corpse next to her tickled her nose slightly but this was not the time to worry about that. Trying desperately to calm herself she looked down for the keys and soon discovered they were not in the ignition. Her mind raced trying to figure out exactly what her next step should be, as her eyes darted around the front of the car, anxious to find them.
Her eyes flick over to the body in the car. With a deep breath to steel her nerves, she reaches into the dead mans pant pocket. Nothing. She almost cried as she shifted his body slightly so that she could get at the other pocket. Success. Her fingers retrieve the cold metal keys from the dead and slip them into the ignition.
'It's just a corpse.' She repeats in her head maybe a hundred times as she turns the key and the engine rumbles into life. She allows herself a sigh and a smile; hopefully the leader would be pleased. As she puts the car into gear and gently applies her foot to the accelerator, the car begins to roll. Relief floods her body as she makes her way up the trail towards the top of the mountains, allowing herself a moment to settle into the seat, the bumps in along the way jostling her and the corpse about, thankfully though, she is able to keep the car right way up and headed in the right direction.
With her complete attention required to maintain the car headed in the right direction, she did not notice the leg of the corpse twitch, the eyes start to move or how its' dead gaze locked onto her.
Convel kept close to the car. Not behind it, no the exhaust was far too disgusting for him. Instead he was maybe twenty meters away from the passenger side door. He watched intently as Sheena managed to keep the car going, completely mystified. Of course being who he was, a car was rarely needed to get anywhere, and when it was, he had a driver organized. He allowed him self to think of other things, his mind wonders straight back to Alice, and the new world he would eventually have to involve her in. He does not notice anything is amiss until he hears the howl and the door tear from its frame.
She had kept her attention completely on the car, the way it was traveling was not a path, more like forging a path that she knew already, and had not noticed the corpse until it had already grabbed her wrist trying to drag it to its mouth. Her howl had been reflex, and jumping through the door was unintentional but necessary. She had no idea that this thing was a vampire, why the hell was she not told? Was she expected to just know? Had she failed? Instantly her mood was ferocious. With the fear of having failed weighing heavily on her mind she watches the car hit a tree and topple over to its side, as the creature scrambles out of the hole that was once a door. It tears through its clothes leaving them shredded on the floor. She hears it sniff the air and turn its dead eyes up at her, it licks its lips and pounces towards her. Its' mouth open wide and its' canines elongated, it was trying desperately to get a bite. She half shifted and waited, she had to correct her mistake. She watched as its hands came towards her with intent to slash or grab, its nails having grown into claws, yet it made no real sound. No roar of anger, no howl, nothing but a dead moan, she stepped in as it came closer to the ground, and swung her foot to meet its head. Connecting, ball to forehead; she heard a sickening crack as its head flung back to an unnatural angle. Yet she failed to notice that it had grabbed her leg until she was pulled off her foot and felt the teeth sink into her thigh.
She had clearly snapped its neck, how was it doing this? Instantly she grabbed its head and pulled its teeth out of her skin, she was lucky, it had not got deep enough to drain much as she put her claws into its stomach and kicked as hard as she could. She heard the grunt and then felt the claws tear from her legs as she sent it sailing through the air. Gaining her feet she could not believe that it had landed on its feet and was smiling at her. Its insane smile brought from blood lust and... lust? It appeared that the blood he had taken from her went straight through his body and swelled his cock. What the fuck was going on? She howled at it in rage as all it did was smile and walk towards her, like it had all the time in the world.
Convel could not believe what he was witnessing. The bitch had turned him into her toy, she had made a Ghoul. 'Fucking Valerie' he would track that vampiric bitch then throw her to his wolves. However the thing that surprised him the most was Sheena. Her honey coat caught the moon and made her look almost golden as she fought this monster with all her strength. It was an unfortunate match up: Sheena was too wet behind the ears. She did not have the experience or the training that would allow her to deal with this kind of creature. That did not stop her from trying though, and now, Convel looked at her with a new found pride. His newest pack member, the meek, timid, forever pleasing little girl, was really a wolf when it came to it. He half expected her to either turn tail and run, or at least call to him, but instead, even though she was wounded and completely out of ideas as to how to kill it, she did not back down. He smiled; watching her grow before his very eyes was an amazing sight to behold.
Sheena was panting hard; her arms were covered in blood, as well as her legs and a small gash on her stomach was just healing up. Yet the creature just kept licking the blood on his hands then coming at her again, smiling. She had tried to claw him, yet the wounds closed almost instantly and the only blood that came out was her own. Snapping bones did not seem to bother it, and even a well placed kick to the groin only produced a bit of blood. It did not slow down. It just attacked her and drank her. Her spirit was close to breaking, if she were to die she would not give it the satisfaction of breaking down. If it even felt satisfaction. She roared in place of a howl as she launched herself again at the creature, her speed dwindling as pain begins to spread through her body. Her mouth is open and her claws ready to tear shreds off this thing. She clutches at nothing, she feels a hand on her back and spins, but it's too late. It smashes its hand across her face causing blood to spurt from her snout. She sees stars, as her body comes crashing to the ground. Holding her eyes shut she braces for the thing to finish her. It does not come. Slowly she opens her eyes and gasps. It had that same psychotic grin as it absentmindedly strokes its fresh blood fueled cock. It reaches down and grabs her head. She tries to pull away and is slapped back to the ground. It falls upon her, its' barely warmed hands running over her body and through her fur, she feels its cock pressing against her belly. She feels it lift up and try to position itself above her. Squeezing her eyes shut tightly she struggles against it to no avail. Her spirit breaks, she had failed. Resigned to her fate she gives in and howls with the remainder of her strength, a mournful, defeated howl. She feels its hand rise as if to slap her again, yet the hand does not come back. In fact, it's as if the creature had vanished completely. Slowly, her eyes open, her breath catches in her throat and her eyes tear up. It was over.
Convel watched her last ditch effort and smiled. Even though she was completely fucked, she refused to give in. he saw her lunge, she would be tired by now, continuous regeneration was draining her inhuman energy reserves, sure enough the Ghoul barely had to do anything, side step and a spin, it touches her back and when she spins back it back hands her across the face. He watches her struggle on the floor, and sees the intent of the Ghoul. He makes his way towards them. Her howl tells him that she is done, and he sees the ghoul raise its hand to slap her again. Reaching out, he grips it tightly and shatters the wrist of the Ghoul. Shifting to his half form he lifts the ghoul easily off the ground, it spins and tries to claw at him with its other hand to which Convel merely snarls, catches and crushes in his hand. The bones come through the skin and the blood it had stolen starts to seep out around them. Convel glares at the Ghoul and pulls at the arms, it tries to struggle against him, tries to kick and bite, but it hits nothing but air. Convel growls, he stares straight into the Ghouls eyes as he sharply tears its arms off. It falls to the ground and fights to get upright again. Stolen blood spills from the wounds before they close again, maybe if it had more blood it could have grown them back. Convel kicks it over to its back and places a foot on its chest.
"Sheena, get over here." He growls through his teeth, not taking his eyes off of the downed prey. Sheena forces herself to stand and limps over to him.
"When fighting the dead," he presses into the ghoul to emphasize that he is talking about it, "You can not cut, slash or break them. You have to tear, rip and shatter." He pushes his monstrous foot into the ghouls' chest, bones snap and skin tears as he forces his foot into its body. It glares at them, its legs twitching with its effort to keep fighting.
"Why is it still alive?" Sheena's voice is soft; she can barely stand but is staying upright through sheer willpower.
"It's not alive Sheena, that's what your problem was while fighting it. You thought normal wounds would kill something that's dead. So now, you will kill it. Tear its head off." Convel's eyes do not leave the ghoul, and his voice gives no room for argument. Swallowing, Sheena leans forward and grabs the ghoul by the sides of the head. Its' eyes flash up to her and the smile comes back to its face. Hatred fills her body as she grips tightly and pulls with all her strength, slowly she feels its head detach from its body, skin tearing and bones pop as she finally removes it completely. Its eyes stay staring ahead, as she glares at it. Summoning the last ounce of will power she has, she crushes the head between her hands. Exhausted, Sheena drops to her knees, tears brim in her eyes as her form returns to that of a human. She looks up into Convel's eyes and breaks down. Sobs rack her body as she hugs herself and lets everything sink in.
"You watched him hurt me?" the question was rhetorical, she did not really want an answer to it, Convel knew that, yet he felt the need to answer her anyway.
"You are a werewolf Sheena. I do not know your origins, or your blood. What I do know; is that you are a wolf, and have not been one for very long. Thus giving me the reason to see exactly why you are a wolf." His tone held authority, he did not want her interrupting what he was about to say.
