The Hunt (closed)

By the time Terry awoke, he could feel her sleeping softly beside him. He gave a smile, easing out from under her. She must toss and turn quite a bit in her sleep.
He got out of bed, listening to her sleep for a few moments. She looked good in the sunlight.
Getting dressed as quietly as possible, he gave her one final look. She wouldn't understand, she couldn't, but still... for some strange reason, she had to.
It was the only way.
He unlocked the door, and walked back into the woods, slipping past the shadows that warned the ground.
 
Rhyanna

She knew the second he left the bed and yet she said nothing to stop him. She didn't budge from her place. It stung though, deep down inside where she vowed no one would hurt her again.. It stung. And that made her angry.

She wasn't going to chase after him. She certainly was not going to remind him of their bargain. He wanted to play hero and end up dead, so be it.

She threw off the blankets, rolling onto her side. She glared at the front door, wishing she could glare at his retreating back more. So he didn't care what she felt or wanted, he had to do it his way!

"Typical male! I hate typical males, I really do!" She rolled her ass out of the bed, wondering exactly what she was going to do about all of this? Was there something she could do?

"Yes, actually there is.." Her mood wasn't improving, but she was finished with hiding out and going by other's rules. She had the means and the knowledge and she was going to use them.

She dressed quickly, throwing on a t-shirt and flannel, then her jeans and chaps. Tugging on her boots, she tied her hair back out of her face and grabbed her rifle.

Setting down her weapons onto the table, she went outside. For the first time in days she didn't check the tree line, she didn't stop to consider if something was lurking and waiting.. With her mood, she hoped it was.

She saddled Bride in a few long minutes, all the while wondering how much distance Terry was putting between them and where he went?

Back inside she strapped a hunting knife inside her boot, one at her hip and slung her rifle over her shoulder. Grabbing her shotgun, she slung it into the saddle carrier and did manage to remember some food and water.

Hat on her head, she mounted Bride in one swift movement. She'd find on or the other, Terry would be lucky if she didn't shoot his wounded ass on sight too. Gathering the reins, she gave Bride a little nudge and off they went. That creek was the first place she was heading, but further north along it's banks. That seemed to be the wolf's favorite place lately.. And a good place to start.
 
"So?"
Terry took a long time to answer this question, "I don't know, it was weird. Like, she didn't understand, but she didn't care about it. She just... I don't know, she just wanted to make sure I was all right."
"Maybe she likes you."
"No," he shook his head, "She couldn't... she can't. I've done too much to her for that to happen."
"Women, as I see it, can go through a hell of a lot for a guy they love."
Terry had no response to that.
"Did the heroin help?"
"No, it couldn't help. Nothing can help anymore. It just... it fucking lapsed me."
"You lost your judgement."
"I couldn't control it."
"Is control important?"
"Yes," A shudder went down Terry's spine. It was so important now, he needed it more than ever.
"What is she doing now?"
Terry shook his head, "I asked her to stop, to get out of danger, but I doubt she'll do it. She's stubborn-"
"Like you."
Terry grimaces, "Like me. She still wants to find out what's out there."
"Does she know?"
Terry sighed, "More than even she realizes."
"What do you think happened to Chris?"
Shaking his head, Terry refused to give the real answer, "Just a couple of rabid wolves. That's what she's looking for, that's what we're all looking for."
There was a knock, and the door opened as someone came through. Terry, his eyes glued on the forest outside, turned, curious.
"Yes?"
"I... thought you were alone."
"Some other time, Bill."
Bill nodded, saying his apologies. He gave a turn to Terry, and that's when Terry saw it. The bandaged arm. It was drawn up, in a sling, with huge wraps of gauze all along it.
"What..." Terry's voice wavered, "What happened?"
"Penelope," He said, almost off hand, "She likes it rough..."
he laughed as he left.
All of a sudden, everything left Terry, energy enough to even get up. He cuddled into a horrid ball on the couch, shaking his head.
"Terry, where's Rhyanna right now?"
Terry didn't feel like answering that question. He couldn't. Something felt wrong here, all wrong, like he was in a house of mirrors, and couldn't find the exit.
"I don't know, I need to go."
"Terry, our time isn't up."
"I'm sorry," He nearly fumbled, catching himself on the door, and walking out in a hurry.
 
Rhyanna

She knealt down peering into the opening of the hole. A dug-out basicly. Some one dug out the side of the creek bed to make a hiding place...

She had seen wolf and human prints outside the hole, it was enough to confirm what she thought.. But was it Terry's or someone elses?

She eyed the tattered blanket and the few other human items laying about inside the hole. There was a small tube of antibiotic laying in the back, but she didn't have gloves to retrieve it. Prints could be destroyed if she picked it up wrong.. If any could be gotten off that small tube. She'd leave it for now, knowing where it was exactly would help later. She'd bring a sheriff out here.

Bride started to get a little skittish, not liking the area, and Rhy had to agree. She felt uncomfortable here. So she was searching for a human.... She knew that before she even came out here.

Ok so she wasted time, but she seen with her own eyes and that would help her resolve.

"It's ok Bride.." She smoothed her hand down the horse's nose.

Once more mounted, she decided to ride into town. Stop by the clinic first, see if Terry made it there, then on to town to ask a few questions.

She spurred her horse on, cutting a trail through the woods where she'd come out between fencings behind the clinic.
 
Inside Bill's room, there was a foul rankness that could barely be stood. The moment Terry walked in, he had to grimace at it, the air almost stale with what was inside. It smelled like shit, sweat, and dried sex, that collided in a wild mix.
He couldn't smell anything else, including Bill. Bill had no other smell, nothing wild or animalistic, just this horrid combination that brought tears to his eyes.
"It's over," Terry said, watching the man. Bill stood out at his window, pointing to something.
"I can see her, she's on a horse. You know that? She owns a horse?"
"Stop this, it's over Bill."
Bill just shook his head, "Just one more thing I gotta do."
"She's off limits."
"You think you can stop me?"
Terry growled, "I did it before."
"Ahhh, not with Chris though. You may have slowed me down once, but that's nothing. I'm back, aren't I? Once she's out of the way..."
"She's off limits. I made certain of that. She's calling the cops. She's off it, it was some rabid wolves. That's what we came up with."
Bill didn't listen, "She's out there, right now, looking for clues. You aren't stupid, are you Terry? She knows... all too much. About you, about me. I need to stop her, before she tells someone."
Terry rushed into the room, both of his hands on Bill's shirt, holding him against the wall. He pinned him up, pushing him so hard, there was a loud knock as Bill's head hit the wall.
"No, not her."
"Tell me," Bill had blood seeping from his mouth, "Did she give it up willingly, or did you have to take it from her?"
Terry's grip shook with anger. He didn't know what to do with that man, smiling a wicked smile, white teeth running with red blood.
You had to pry those thighs open... I love that... like opening a flower, just before it's ripe. I didn't hear screaming, she must not have screamed. You are good."
Terry threw him into the far wall, against a desk, shattering it to pieces. Several other patients came in, looks of fear and anxiety high in them.
"No," Bill forced himself to rise, wincing as his bad arm hit against a piece of ragged wood, "No, she gave it willingly."
There was a scary twinkle in Bill's eye, "But... did you take it?"
"Time for group... guys," Penelope said, her quiet voice stopping Terry as he could feel himself ready to tear Bill to pieces.
"Come now," Bill got up, "We need to at least pretend we're still human, for the rest of their sakes. We can settle this tonight, you think?"
Terry nodded. Tonight would be good enough.
"Yeah," He looked back out the window, but couldn't see anything. Something lodged deep in his throat. If only he hadn't gone to her, talked to her, gotten her in all of this...
If only...
He followed Bill down the hall, and towards a room where chairs were beginning to get settled into a circle.
 
Rhyanna

She tied off Bride's reins to the picnic table, gave the main entrance a brief gaze before heading inside. She didn't get too far when the nurse at the entrance desk stood up with a very unpleasant look on her face.

"I.."
"You aren't welcome here Miss. Light." The nurse's gaze was one of distaste, but what had she done?
"I only came to see if Mr. McMullin made it back here."
"That's confidential information."
"I just want to know, if you would please just answer yes or no i can go.."
"Client, Doctor privileges clearly state.."
"Laura, that's enough." A man with a bored expression stood just a few feet away, clip board in hand.
"You must be Rhyanna.." The nurse gave a huff but stood her ground, glaring all the while.
"Yes.. and you are?" She turned to eye the man, curious who he was and how he knew her?
"I over see.. things here. You looking for Terry?"
She gave a nod and was shocked to see him motion her to join him.
"We're preparing to go into group right now.."
"What's that?"
"It's were we discuss.. things.. I think it might be.. well a good idea really, for you to join us. It will help Terry to confront things."
She balked a little, halting in her steps instantly. "Is that done? I mean it seems a little.."
"No, it's done. Usually with family members they have hurt, girlfriends, wives, and such. I believe you qualify as a girlfriend..?" He had a lingering smile around his lips..

Oh my god! He knows! She covered up her surprise and anger as quickly as possible and nodded, she couldn't really deny it.

"Well? Do you care about him? Want to help him?" His gaze was penetrating, perhaps seeing more than she wanted him to see. Or was that an illusion?

"You know the answer to that, no need to ask. But.." She was still hesitant about this whole 'group' thing. She wasn't a user, she certainly hadn't been hurt by drugs... But then again, she had almost..

He read her easily enough, took her arm and escorted her into a room full of strangers. The only one in there she knew was Terry, but he had yet to see she was in there.

"Fuck.. give me a way out, PLEASE! Anything, just something.." She turned back almost, the doctor blocked her from completely spinning on heels and leaving for the high country. "My horse needs.."
"It'll only take a few minutes..." He nudged her forward, further into the viper pit, she felt herself flush hotly as a few noticed her entry.
 
"Please, take a seat," Terry shoved a chair out, making its way almost screeching down and stopped in front of her, it made a slight skidding sound, very loud, that seemed to take notice.
"This is Rhyanna Light... she's my,"
He gave her a look, as if he didn't know just what to call her...
"She's my park ranger. We've been talking over the murder with Chris. I think everyone knows about her, in some form or another.
Minute whispers, one of which was Penelope's high squeaky voice, "Uh huh, uh huh, she likes it up the butt."
Terry gave a hurtful look over to Bill, who seemed to be only grinning his sheepish grin. He eyed her like a steak about to be put on the spit.
Not here... not now.
He shook his head. This was bad, soo bad.
"I had another dream last night," Bill said, letting his eyes span between Terry and Rhyanna, "Another one where I'm in the woods. I come to a clearing, and there's this cabin. Right in the middle of the woods. There's smoke coming from the chimney."
Terry held onto his chair, gripping the wood, hearing it creak under his strength.
"There's a woman inside, she's waiting for me... she knows. There's fear coming from the cabin. It turns me on so, I go inside, I break through the door, just like a ragged animal. Tearing wood apart. I'm feral and wild.
"She fights me off, tries to stop me, but I'm too strong, I'm too determined. I bite her neck, letting blood spill between us. She's deep in pain and fear, and her strength lessens, and I rip her open, fucking her mercilessly. I fuck her, as she's crying in my arms, and I can feel her becoming my bitch under me... giving into me, loving me without devotion.
"She becomes mine."
Terry sighed, heavilly, growling low under his breath.
"It was a good dream."
"I didn't dream last night," Terry said, looking right at Rhy, "I was afraid. I slept with someone else, and she... she was so close to me. It felt good to have someone sleeping there, next to me. But, I was afraid. I haven't been with a woman since..."
He stopped, looking at Rhy, knowing that she would understand it was since his transformation, but to everyone else, it was, "Since this disease has taken over my life. It was the closest I came to a normal relationship, and I was just too scared. I ran away."
 
Rhyanna

She never felt so exsposed in her entire life! Now all she needed was to be standing there naked and her nightmare would be complete.

Everyone.. Everyone! was staring at her!

Terry's little chair thing put her nerves on edge, was he angry at her? She couldn't read his expression very well. Some girl was saying something about "up the butt" to her left and some guy was smirking at her on the right.

She felt trapped.

Then the rape story. JESUS! Was this a mad house? Why was no one disturbed over that man's sick fantasy? Her gaze stayed on Terry for the most part, she didn't want to look at anyone else, but the word 'cabin' caught her attention.

Reluctantly, almost against her will, her eyes turned to look at the guy. At only a glance of his sick twisted smile, her eyes were jerking away to land once more on Terry.

"I really shouldn't.." She muttered in a quick whisper to the Doctor, but he wasn't paying much attention to her. Other than to hold onto her damned arm..

"I didn't dream last night," Terry's eyes once more held her attention and something in them made her want to move closer. As he spoke, she felt her insides melt.. Felt her heart give a loud thump in response.. She smiled at him, knowing what he meant. Was it his form of an apology? It was the sweetest thing she'd heard in a long time..... And she'd given it to him.

She wanted to go to him, tell him she wasn't angry anymore, but still that annoying hand held her arm, held her in place. She really couldn't fight it much longer, her will was wearing down. She too wanted that scene back, last night. But how could she say so? Without all these people around? How could someone who didn't need anyone.. ever! Tell him what she wanted to say?

She grabbed the back of the chair with her free hand, tugging on her arm to get the Doctor to release her. She wasn't going to flee.. As long as that rapist wanna-be didn't come near her. Silently she begged Terry to come to her rescue, help her get out of there.

When the doctor said nothing about Terry's confession, nor anyone else, she finally spoke up, "Sometimes.." She felt eyes on her and started again, only quieter, "Sometimes it takes awhile for the fear to go away.. Doesn't mean anything.." She sounded a little weak with her words, but she was unused to this many eyes on her.
 
"It does though. It hurts, and the fear, it doesn't go away," his vision tunneled, to her, sitting there, apart from him. He could see himself, trying to go to her, to tell her that things would be ok, but he couldn't promise that.
Not with everyone here, with what was happening.
Bill's breath was raking down his breath. He loved this, almost too much.
"I just... like you said before. We don't know each other, we... are strangers. Sometimes it's hard to trust someone, so fully like that, to just jump into something and there'll be that person there, to just... you know, to catch you when you fall. I've never done that, I don't even know if I can do that."
Penelope shook her head, "But, there's always something you can't understand. I mean, in relationships. There's that unknown. I know, i used to date a lawyer. He was always so sneaky, he'd come home every night and go to work in the morning. I started using coke cause I liked some of the guys who used to hang out and did that stuff. They paid attention to me, it was just fun and mysterious."
Bill nodded, "Sometimes you just don't know. Sometimes it is a mystery. You need to take it, and not care about the consequences. Right, Terry? I mean, that's what I do."
He licked his lips, eyeing Rhy.
"That's what I will do..."
Terry shook his head, "I don't know."
 
Rhyanna

She felt a sharp pain, almost a sting of a slap, if that could be felt on her heart, but she had no business saying anything to him about it. He never made promises to her, he never would either.

She noticed the Doctor had finally released her, but how long ago she didn't know. She kept her eyes on Terry, wishing she could understand him, but knowing she never would be able to as long as he didn't trust her.

If he ever could trust her?

She glanced down at her hands, nervously twisting around before her, nodding in agreement. She couldn't argue with his feelings.. They were his and it was his opinions. How he felt. Nothing she could say would change them, he had to do that.

She knew she had to go and go quickly before she made an ass out of herself.. One of many reasons to flee. She was used to that too.. Flight.
"Yeah. I know what you said Terry." She gave a bright smile as if she didn't have a care in the world, but it never reached her eyes.. It was forced, as forced as her silencing herself. "I just came to make sure you got here safely." She glanced at the Doctor and then back at Terry, she was a little confused, felt more needed to be said, but couldn't think of what?
"I've got to.. Go." She gave him a look of longing, not intentionally, but there was so much left unsaid. Words she couldn't make herself say here, not now. This was not the time nor place..
She turned and left as quick as her feet could carry her to Bride. She was going to go into town, see to some things, but that was another 'not-so-bright' idea she'd had since meeting Terry. Who would ever believe her?

She could tell Roger and the entire police force, and be laughed at. She could call the FBI and get the same thing.. OH, she'd definitely get a padded cell to reside in for awhile.. And lots of drugs.. Free of charge mind you.

So now what did she have? No savior wolf, No grandfather.. No Terry.. Hell, not even a sheriff in her corner. She'd have to do what Terry told her to do five days ago.. Let Fish and Game come in and remove a few wolves and end it there.

She didn't look back at the Clinic, she'd said her good byes in that room. She'd go back to her life now, make nice with whatever and whomever she had to, and pretend she didn't know shit about werewolves.

It stung deep down, but she wasn't going to wallow in that either. She kicked Bride into a gallop and headed for her sanctuary.
 
Bill went to the window, his hand on the paned glass.
"What a woman."
Terry got up, his fists already clenched, drawing slits of blood in his hand. Bill gave a small smile, walking towards the outer corridor. Terry followed, almost on his heels.
"This is over," Bill said, walking out, watching the last of the horse and woman exit the treeline. Terry saw them disappear, and the hairs on the back of his head began to stand up.
"You're right," He growled, fangs growing, dark coarse hairs filling in his arm.
Bill turned around, grinning, the gun in his hand.
"Shhh," A tranquilizer dart, right in the stomach. In so much pain, Terry had no choice but to buckle under it. Already, his head was spinning.
Bill grabbed him, before he could fall, running after Rhyanna, as fast as he could go, the lump form of Terry on his back.
"I want her... for myself. She has a quality I admire in a woman. I rape her, rip out her throat, and then... then the fun part comes. You can join me if you like, but, by then, you'll most likely be dead."
He turned right, for the creek, as the last of Terry's consciousness left him.
There were things to do as twilight fell in Colorado.
 
Rhyanna

She moped around long enough, she really had no energy to do the simplest things that evening. All she wanted to do was sleep this away, sleep until it became a memory that didn't haunt her mind.

She grabbed her bath things and headed out to her hot springs. She dropped her items there, uncaring where they landed. What was the point in caring? Her robe followed as she sat down on the ledge. Her foot went into the water, hot enough to send pricks of warning into her brain.. But she didn't pull back from it, welcoming it instead. Pain was good, numbness bothered her more than pain.

Slipping into the hot water, she set her head back on a rock and closed her eyes.

I am not going to cry!

She refused to do so, even though all day long the tears threatened to fall. When did she become to god damned needy? Why is it she couldn't pick up the pieces and go on with life? She was so distracted she hadn't remembered her gun, she hadn't even turned on her porch light.

Sitting in the dark, she felt more comfortable. Light only brought stark reality to her empty world.
 
Bill laid Terry down, watching him slowly transform. It couldn't have happened more perfectly. He could see the hair growing, muscles forming, everything coming into a slow and transfigured mismatch in front of him.
"Terry," He slapped the half human, half wolfish face. Terry's large green eyes sputtered to life, trying to fight the sleep that dominated him.
"We're here," There were shouts of howling, and a growl. Terry could see small saves, merely dens in the rock formations.
"They're territorial," He said, as Terry's humanity left him, the wolf now laying on his side, looking at the upfront of the wolf den.
"And you are right on their fucking doorstep."
The smell came to him suddenly, a warning, territory. Blocked, fences. It came up and squeezed at him, he tried to stand, to run, but the end result came as a half ass attempt at both, which made him slump right back down to the ground in a hollow husk.
"They're coming," Dark shadows emerged from the growing purple that cascaded the sky. Some growled, others outright barked, but they all came forward without fear.
The sleep still strong, pulling at him. He tried to get up again, but fell.
Then, something large and strong hit him in the side...

Bill ran, stopping only as he watched the small cabin come into view. This was her sanctuary, the home away from home. He gave a sharp laugh, already smelling her.
Outside, in the back?
he could imagine she was already welcoming him, wanting him to come.
"Hello," He moved toward her, thick venom on his voice, "I never got a chance to tell you how much I admired you. You seem so strong... so brave. I wanted to share something with you."
He made a fast move towards her, smiling, as thick fangs came from his mouth.
"Don't worry, this won't take long..."
 
Rhyanna

"Hello,".. "I never got a chance to tell you how much I admired you. You seem so strong... so brave. I wanted to share something with you."

Her eyes snapped open instantly, her whole body going stiff as a board. There he stood.. the man with the rape fetish. For only a minor second was she in shock that he was in her yard.. But then fear quickly bombarded her, winding her tight enough to snap.. but unable to move.

She gasped in a deep breath, but did not move.. could not move as he came nearer. His smile spread, and his teeth grew right before her astonished eyes.. and then she knew.

"Y-y-you're a-a.." She couldn't say it, she was just too afraid to do anything.. But with that fear came knowledge. She had no gun.. He lived for rape.. He would kill her as well.

She didn't move, she refused to move now. She was no coward!
"Where's Terry?" She asked, boldly meeting his gaze with her own. Although she was afraid, she knew she was going to die. It didn't matter what she wanted, it didn't matter at all if she fought him. He would be much stronger than she was.. And if she fought him, he'd get off on it.

So like an idiot, she stood her ground.
 
Bill shook his head, walking towards her, smelling the fear. Oh, it took him passed so many levels of excitement. A man could live on fear, if he would just smell enough of the shit.
"Terry's meeting a few friends. Don't worry, I'm sure he's having fun of his own."
He rose up to her, looking her up and down. She looked so good, she smelled so good.
"You can run," He whispered, in her ear, his tongue coming out to almost taste the sweat from her skin, "No one would think any less of you. It might even be fun. I could make it fun, we'd just be playing a game. You're the frightened bitch about to get her throat ripped out, and I'm the big bad wolf."
He paused looking back, "Unless you'd rather want to go inside. We could play house... either way."
A rather hairy arm ran up her side, "It's up to you."
 
Rhyanna

She shivered as he touched her, her skin crawling in disgust of it. Her stomach coiled and rolled, her head filled with a loud rushing water sound.

This can't be happening to me! This just can not be happening!

She was paniced, unsure of what insane stupidity made her stand her ground. Did she think a rock to his head would do any damage? And then she remembered her guns.. Her knives.. All within the house..

She turned towards him, her eyes on his. Yes she was very afraid, but she'd play his game. "He's gone then?" She gave a pause before smiling a little, "Good.. that's good.." She didn't take her eyes off him as she rose to stand in the water.

"Inside please.." She'd much rather be inside than out.
 
"I thought you might see it my way," he said, moving towards her, his hands nearly gone, replaced with sharp claws and bristled pads. He fought to keep this metamorph for just a little longer, wanting the feel of both man and beast in her.
It would be simply delightful.
His claws sank into her flesh, gripping across them. Blood seeped out, clinging to her still wet skin.
He did it mostly to take away what remained of her clothing, they fell in shards around her pool, but also to mark her, as his own.
"Mine," He snarled, pushing her with fierce strength towards the back door.
"This is going to be a night to remember," He followed her, all too closely.
 
Rhyanna

She cried out in pain as his claws sank into her flesh, it seemed only to enflame him further. Not about to give him anything more to drive him with madness, she bit back any further cries of pain. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

He sneered in her face, his features so twisted between wolf and man, he was purposely trying to frighten her even more than she already was.. But she couldn't afford that! She couldn't let him cause any more fear inside her than what was already there.

Stiffly she walked across the ground, barely catching herself before falling when he shoved her forward. She made no protest as she walked inside her home. She had weapons everywhere, it was only getting her hands on one?

He was much too close behind her to even attempt to slam the door in his face and her head was beginning to spin from all the adrenaline in her system.

"Where.. Where do you want me?" She managed to get that question out without sounding resentful. She promised herself she wouldn't fight him, she'd welcome him and hopefully take out some of that festering disease in his mind.. Maybe, just maybe she'd stay alive..
 
"Here.... here," He grabbed the back of her neck, forcing her over one of the counters, her body crumpling forward. He held her there, pinned her top, as she just laid forward.
Oh, such a sight to behold, he let a hand cup one of her assk cheeks, fingers trailing on that soft slit underneath. It fueled his exitement to no end.
"Just... promise me this'll hurt," He rammed himself into her, dry and hard, his own cock screaming at the pain. HE loved it though, the pain was only too good. It was the best kind of pain, the pain that could only come from rape.
She was his now, his bitch, she only had to succomb to his frantic fucking. Pushing himself further and further into her.
 
Rhyanna

She knew it was going to hurt, but nothing prepared her for that hot searing pain that shot out in all directions. She had willed herself to relax and thankfully she did her best to, he shoved into her hard and furiously without hesitation.. He wanted her pain.

Oh, it hurt alright, but she bit into her lower lip to keep from screaming. She bit so hard she tore through her own skin layers until blood pooled in her mouth.

Her fingers curled, her stomach felt like someone had stabbed her there, but she didn't cry out. She steeled herself against his assualt, knowing what needed to be done. Her lower lips cried out in protest, not given even a chance to spread or dampen for this intrusion.

She gave off a grunt, mostly from the pain and then forced herself backwards into him.

"Harder." She commanded, her voice trembling as she was weakening both physically and mentally. Turning her head, she spat blood into the sink, wiping away some of the remains with the back of her hand. His hands pinned her, his nails biting into her flesh.. her eyes closed, trying to picture something erotic.

"Harder!" She pushed backwards against him still, the head of his cock hitting deep inside only added to the pain, but to give in to it now would do more damage than good.

Without thought she reached between herself and the counter, locating her clit to do the disgusting deed.. add some pleasure into this.

She missed time and time again, he kept pounding into her as if he was running a marathon for sex, dislodging her fingers, but she managed to get to it.

It would help, but it wouldn't erase what was happening. Nothing was erotic about this, nothing sensual or sexy in the least.. And still she had to face death after all this.. But for now, she'd do her best not to feed his rage.. Not to scream not to fight, but would it help?

Terry.. were are you?

She felt her innerwalls relaxing some what, wetness now came from below, but she didn't dare look, knowing it would be blood. She started to move easier now with him, her voice panting out, "More, fuck me more!" A complete lie to her inner thoughts.

Tears fell down her face as blood dripped from her body, her eyes closed, prayers to whomever was listening that someone would come.. Someone would stop this mad man.. before it was too late.
 
All of his dreams had come true then, all of them. As if, every fantasy he ever thought of, was absolutely true. Women would bow to him, love him, even beg for him, just as soon as he showed them who was the fucking boss.
Who was the God of their domain.
She slipped into this submissive little bitch so easily, he loved it... he loved it all. His hands left her, unable to grip her anymore, clawing at the sides of her. He would hold onto her hips hard, until fresh blood squeezed out, and his grip became slippy.
Her back turned into a massive mesh of blood and ripped flesh. He loved watching the blood trail down her ass, and then move betwee his cock and her fucked open cunt.
"God, bitch, you're so good. Oh, fuck yeah. I love you," He said it with such conviction and honesty, as his claws dug into her yet again, "I love you."
Outside, there was a loud howl in the distance, and a cry of total pain.
Bill smiled.
One of them was dead... now.
Now the real fun could begin.
 
Rhyanna

Within moments she was having trouble hearing, her ears began to ring with a hitch pitched noise that hurt her eyes. Her sight dimmed and her breathing became more labored than from just sex. Her hands trembled, but as she tried to make a fist, she could not do it.

She had felt heat once, now she felt only coldness inside, her body was trembling too.. Not just her hands.
"What's...." happening died on her lips as she felt dizziness take over. Her body was slipping towards the floor and even though he gripped her to keep her upright, the blood made it impossible for him to hold her.

She lifted a foot, trying to regain some footing, keep herself upright, but she stepped into a massive amount of her blood splatter.. Her foot slipped and slipped again. She gave a startled cry as she sank to the floor onto her knees.

She tried to hold onto the edge of the sink and counter top, fighting to remain standing with some dignity, but it wasn't happening as she hoped.

He was torn from her folds, but he didn't merely slip out as a normal man would, he ripped her as it came free. By then it was too late for pretenses, she cried out in pain from his withdrawl, then gasped with another bout of pain as her knees struck the hard wood floor.

Everything was going in and out in her vision, was this dying? She hung there panting, waiting for it.. She knew he wasn't done with her.. Now what would he do?

She heard the second time the howling started up, wondering what the pack was doing howling before full moon?
 
Terry felt something on both of his sides, warm, riding up on him. In his state of mental confusion, trying to get rid of the drugs that were slowly losing their grip, he thought of wolves, tearing him apart, eating him from both sides.
Funny, there was no pain. He felt solaced at this, like, pain was somehow beyond all this. Death seemed more dignified without pain, more honorable.
He could die, here and now...
It was time.
But, then consciousness flooded at him, more and more, smells came up, sights fuzzed into focus, until he could clearly see the forest around him.
There were two wolves at his side, holding him up, keeping him walking.
One, in front of them, old and gray, who walked through this forest as if it were his own, stopped next to a trail, turned back to Terry, and howled loud and hard.
He looked up the trail, where beyond the woods it curled around and ended. Somewhere, up there, he recognized it now, Rhyanna's cabin.
He heard feral growling, and a hurt cry.
At that moment, the drug left him, his blood boiled with pure hatred, and he didn't want to die... not for everything left on this earth.
The wolf looked at him, then back at the trail. The rest of the pack disappeared, and Terry was left, with this gray pack leader, who stood before him without fear, despite the fact that Terry was at least three times his size.
There was a look in his eyes. Terry wasn't sure quite was it was, he got most of it, but his animal insticts couldn't understand. Somewhere, he knew that Terry posed no threat, and the real threat was this other thing up there, and he had to go, stop it. Another thought was maybe, get out of my forest, stay out, and don't forget you have a job to do.
Whatever it was, it was right.
Terry did have a job to do.
He followed the trail up, running past bush and barely missing trees. He ran as fast and as far as he could.


Bill only smiled, watching her crumble under herself. He moved away from her, seeing his handiwork.
"I thought... I thought you liked it. Maybe I was mistaken. You were good, baby, real good, but I need someone with stamina. Someone who can give as much as she takes."
He gave a small smile, looking around the room now. There, in the far corner, he saw a shotgun. He pulled it out, checking to see if it was loaded.
"Baby, let's not be hasty with goodbye's," He rested the barrel against the back of her neck, "Let's just agree to meet other people."
He licked her blood from one of his fingers, and cocked the gun.
Something heavy thudded against the door. Bill shocked, shook back a few feet, holding the gun at the door. His eyes were wild, with shock.
What was it? Who was it?
"No..." He gave a sniff, and then it came back to him. Yes...
"You fucker. I didn't think we'd have another visitor."
Another thud, this one harder, wood splintered.
"We've been keeping ourselves occupied. She really likes it from behind. I think I may have broken her though."
The wood cracked in two, as a huge explosion. through this massive crack, the large green eye of a wolf, with raging black fur could be seen, moving in and out.
"One more, Terry. Come on, she won't last much longer. I guess she doesn't like it rough."
He moved toward the door, forgetting about the heap of Rhyanna on the floor. He had more important fish to fry.
Terry flung himself through the door, with a mass of splintered wood and dust followin him. He shook his head, already looking for Bill.
Bill smiled, raised the shotgun, and fired.
A large howl filled the all too small cabin.
 
Rhyanna

She crawled across the floor, fighting hard to remain awake, not pass out and bleed to death. The cabin door was shaking loudly as something large thumped against it... It could only be one person.. Terry.

The news he had arrived should have made her happy, made her smile, but she was beyond emotions, one instinct kicked in... She had to protect Terry.

She got to the rifle, pulling it off the trunk however didn't go easily or quietly. It landed with a loud thump beside her, but it wouldn't stop her now. She chanced a glance at Bill, but he was sneering at the wolf trying to get into the cabin..

She laughed, although it didn't carry, she knew time was ticking down. She cried and cursed as she tried to get her hands to agree with her, to reach and curl around the rifle. She managed, but was weaker than she thought. Her limbs didn't want to cooperate with her any more, the only thing she could use to achieve her goals was the worry over Terry.

Bill stalked across her home, grinning like a baffoon and boasting, but she paid little mind to his words. He was infuriating Terry, she felt sad that she was a weapon against him now.. Bill still carried her shot gun, and even though one shot remained in it.. It was enough.

She screamed in outrage as he fired, sent Terry across the floor, sliding into the same splattered mess of her blood that she had slipped in. With her hoarse shout of anger, she hefted the rifle, butt, pushing it between her bent thighs and threw it forward over her knees. The barrel now pointing at Bill.. Well his general direction. Her hand was on it now, gripping and moving.. But moving too damned slowly. She inched her finger towards the trigger as Bill whirled to face her.

Her eyes went to Terry who did not move, did not make a sound or attempt to get up. She searched his body and saw no signs of life, no breathing. "No.. no, no.. T-terry?" She felt even more sluggish, her head lolling a little as things scattered in her vision.

The shaking hadn't stopped, he knew that, she knew that. Was she really a threat to him? It didn't seem so, seemed to them both she was too weak to lift it to aim, let alone fire.. And he'd be on her before she could get it done.

It didn't matter anymore.. Her only thought as she let the gun slip from her fingertips and bounce against the floor. She looked up at Bill, a sad smile on her face, the defeat in her eyes.
"Just end it." She whispered, spitting blood once more. "You've killed him.. finish it." She dared him with a smile. She'd rather be dead than live like this, live with this knowledge she killed someone.
"Better yet.. let me end it." she made a grab for the gun but missed, her hand searching blindly on the floor until she had the barrel again. She lifted it with her remaining strength, Bill didn't know he was out of ammo, but she didn't really care either way.
 
Bill could only smile, as both of them, lay so much beyond life. It was pathetic, just pathetic. They had hoped to try and stop him, to control him, and here he was, a victor in all cases. He had won without even winning.
Women, weak and pathetic.
"You may take your own way, if you feel you must. I've gotten whatever pleasure there was from you."
He shook his head, if only... if only...
And that was when he fell to the ground, crumpled under the weight as Terry landed on top of him. Terry coughed, hurredly coughed as he breathed, blood, with bubbles foaming from his mouth.
Bill screamed, rage and pain, trying to get up, but he couldn't... just yet. He was still mostly human, and although Terry could barely feel the muscles tightening, he had a steady grip.
With a cry of disgust, Bill began to change right under him, fast, slipping past his own humanity, to show the true monster within.
There was only a few seconds, and Bill would be back up agian, free.
Terry looked to Rhyanna, unsure. He could feel it coming to an end, but they just needed more time.
If only they had more time.
And, an idea did come to him, something wonderful and gorgeous, something that might just end it for them, but he needed time.
If only he had a few more minutes.
Bill wouldn't let him have that time though, as he struggled under him once more, this time stronger, almost bucking Terry off.
 
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