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Blackened Crimson

Chapter 4

Shane moved quickly from behind the counter to stand next to Elizabeth, moving so fast if you blinked you might miss it.

“Shall we, my lady?”

A toothy grin crossed his face as he offered an arm to her.

“But of course.”

A smile of her own appearing as she looped her arm with his own.

The two started making their way down a corridor to their left swiftly. The bright lanterns from the tavern dwindling to only a couple here and there as they made their way down the dank hallway. Elizabeth remembered when she had first started coming to the pub, and eventually down the corridor to the ruckus below. The smell had made her scrunch her nose in disgust, being a sour mixture of blood, sweat and vomit. Anymore, it was all dulled down to a slight irritant. Coming here for the many years as she had caused her brain to block out the stench.

After a few minutes, the two emerged into a brightly lit room. The floor was made up of dirt, which caused little clouds of dust to puff up as each of them took a step. The room was quite spacious, built a mix between a dungeon and gym at the same time. You could catch hints of dampness every so often, more so during and after storms.

Elizabeth took a deep breath and closed her eyes in bliss. This. This was her home. Her real home. Not that damned castle that would soon be her prison. She grew up here. The streets and muck was what she knew best, despite her father trying his best to keep her out of the gutters. She couldn’t help that deep inside her was a fire and an urge to fight.

She loved to draw blood, no matter how feral it was. Animalistic nature that they all as a Society had tried to bury deep down. Some of them had succeeded and became docile dogs, laying at their masters' feet waiting for scraps. The rest had let this urge fester inside before finally succumbing to it.

Snapping out of her daze, she finally noticed that Shane had left her side and was walking up to the referee of the match that was currently going on. Her ears picked up some of what he said before losing that ability due to one of the fighters being tossed into the crowd and down to her feet.

A smirk flashed across her lips once she had noted who the fighter was.

“How sad to see that after me being gone for so long you still haven't improved.”

Serina brushed some of her pink locks out of her eyes before spitting blood out, a toothy grin forming as she reached her hand up to take Elizabeth's. After standing up, she shook her hair out and dusted herself off.

“Yeah, well dear old Luna hasn't let anyone take the title from her since you left.”

Elizabeth couldn't help but scoff.

“Oh please. Luna couldn’t beat me in a match even with a knife and one hand tied behind my back.”

Serina laughed before enveloping Elizabeth in a tight hug.

“We’ve missed you, Shane especially. We thought you left for good.”

Elizabeth tightened her hold.

“I’ve missed you guys too.”

A sudden shout interrupted the two’s moment, causing them to separate.

“Oi, what took you so long, loser? I thought you had gone and been princessified on us.”

Luna hopped out of the ring before quickly making her way over to the other two. She didn’t let the opportunity to punch Elizabeth in the shoulder slip by her either.

“That’s for leaving me with these two idiots. I can’t fucking believe you.”

Elizabeth rubbed her shoulder, grimacing in shame as her eyes became interested in the dirt floor.

“Hey, I’m sorry. Viktor didn’t really allow it. I was lucky to get away tonight to see you guys.”

A roll of Luna’s eyes was all she needed to show her disappointment and irritation.

“Whatever, you need to stop letting him walk all over you. You’re better than that.”

Elizabeth waved a hand dismissively.

“I know, I know. It’s just…complicated.”

Luna and Serina shared a knowing look.

“You know we won’t grill you for information. Just please tell us if you ever need anything. Alright?”

Elizabeth nodded before changing the subject.

“So, I hear you took my title. I think it’s time I take it back. Care to fight someone who can hold her own?”

“Hey! I’m not that bad!”

Serina chimed in, looking both irritated and flustered. Luna couldn’t help the feral grin that crossed her face, sharp teeth showing to try and intimidate.

“You’re on Princess.”

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witchypotato13 · 3 months ago

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Blackened Crimson

Chapter 3

The smell of blood and sweat entered Elizabeth’s nostrils, gravel crunching under her feet like bones as she made her way through the darker part of the city. The lanterns that lined the more populated streets were infrequent here, but still present. It didn’t help that half the said lanterns weren’t lit, either a purposeful oversight or an accident was unknown. Either way, it didn’t help give the area any more of a calming atmosphere, but rather an unsettling one. This side of the village wasn’t for the timid vampires that populated the rest of said village.

Elizabeth let out a scoff at the thought. It appears that even vampires had the ability to understand the meaning of fear; which was unknown to the other Societies. But then again, that's how the nobles wanted it. If the others knew that there were things even they feared, they would be doomed as a Society. Or that’s what they were raised to believe. Elizabeth didn't see the point in keeping this so-called “weakness” a secret to the others.

Pushing open the swinging door to the old pub, she was met with a stronger scent than before. Alcohol mixing with the previous blood and sweat. Although the pub seemed unassuming to most, a special few knew its secret. Giving a nod to one of the bar keeps as she headed to one of the stools at the end of the counter. Sliding into the stool that she had claimed as her’s the first night she stumbled in here, she was hit with a wave of belonging as well as a tankard making its way between her fingers.

Green eyes met pale blue ones as a smile crossed her face at seeing her friend behind the bar. Shane always had a way of making the days a little brighter.

“Been a while since I saw your face here.”

A chuckle left the girl at Shane's joke.

“Imagine it’s been a while since you saw any faces, Shane.”

Big bat ears flicked a little at that, a smirk tugging at the boy's lips.

“Right you are. Now, what has been keeping you from darkening my stoop?”

Elizabeth's smile dropped at Shane’s question. Lifting a hand up to scratch the back of her neck as she thought of a good explanation.

“Well, uh, you see.. I’ve just been slammed with orders and such lately…”

She trailed off, ears and tail twitching as she did so.

“You don’t usually go for so long before coming to visit. That can't be the real reason you stayed away.”

A sigh enveloped the two, Elizabeth trying to gather the strength to explain herself truthfully.

“You always knew me too well.”

Shane shrugged his shoulders, turning back to get some more drinks for some men shouting from the corner.

“Eh, just a shifter thing I suppose. We are more attuned with things after all.”

Elizabeth gave a roll of her eyes even though he couldn’t see it, turning in her stool to allow her eyes to follow him to the table. She allowed herself a drink as she did so, the blessed alcohol burning down her throat as she swallowed. Once Shane had returned to behind the bar, she retorted his previous statement.

“No, it’s a you thing. You can always read me like an open book. It’s kinda creepy sometimes. I gotta remain at least a little mysterious.”

A chuckle escaped the man at that, taking a rag and absent mindedly wiping down the bar.

“I can’t help it if you leave yourself open like one. You may as well have left your diary open for me to read. And you? Secrets? Get out of here. You tell me everything anyways, so everything I know about you is your own fault.”

Elizabeth glared at the man knowing he was right. She couldn’t keep secrets from him, even if she wanted to. It just…wasn’t possible.

A moment of silence envelopes the two, making the atmosphere that was once calling slightly charged with tension.

“So…ya gonna tell me the real reason or are you gonna keep acting like the lie is the truth?”

Elizabeth cleared her throat, praying that the alcohol would give her more courage to tell Shane the truth.

“I…was forbidden…but what I said before wasn’t a complete lie either…”

Shane stopped at this. Shoulders tense as the frustration and anger could easily be seen growing on his features. A small scowl crossed his countenance despite his attempt at hiding it.

“That fucking prick? He forbade you from coming here? I get that he’s your future husband and all but by the Ancients, I can’t believe he held that over you. And you let him too. Never thought I would see the day someone put you down in the coffin.”

Elizabeth furrowed her brows.

“He didn’t put me down. I tried to come here, but his guards brought me back. He doesn’t want me coming here.”

Shane turned to Elizabeth's voice.

“To the pub? That’s bat dung.”

Elizabeth wrung her hands together and grimaced.

“Not the pub necessarily. The ring, but since the pub is over it, that too.”

“So. little prince Viktor doesn’t want his future bride to be tarnished by the filth of the village, huh? That’s pretty hypocritical of him, considering he is the biggest arse there is.”

A sigh escaped Elizabeth before running a frustrated hand across her face before propping her head in her hand.

“You know he wasn’t always like this Shane.”

Shane scoffed before speaking again, venom lacing his once calming voice.

“Boo-hoo, his dad died. You and I know more than anyone how hard that can affect a kid. It doesn’t give him an excuse to be a dick.”

Another sigh.

“I know, I know. I’m not trying to advocate for him, but he has more on his plate than we did.”

Shane’s ears went flat against the back of his head, shame crossing his pale eyes.

“I just…wish he didn’t change the way he did is all.”

Elizabeth reached a hand forward, clasping Shane's hand and easing the rag out of it for a better hold.

“I know, but maybe once the coronation is over we can help him become more himself. I hope this isn’t the real him at least.”

Shoulders relaxed, like the weight of a thousand lives had lifted off Shane's shoulders, clenching Elizabeth's hand in return.

“We can only hope for the best. Maybe you’ll rub off on him. But hopefully not too much. I don’t need another smart ass in my pub after all.”

A smile came across both of them before releasing each other.

Shane clapped his hands together a wide grin coming across his face, making him look somewhat sinister.

“Now, did you come to drink your woes away? Or did you come to beat the crap out of some opponents?”

Elizabeth made it seem like she was thinking for a moment before replying.

“What do you think, bat boy?”

“Excellent!”

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Blackened Crimson

Chapter 2

A small hum left Viktor as he waltzed through the door of the shop, acting as if he owned the place. Plopping himself down on one of the empty stools that sat at the edge of her table before resting his forehead on it. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at this, but paid him no mind as she started to cut the leather that would be the handles for the knife set in front of her. Her eyes flicked over to the sword that was unceremoniously leaning forwards but not falling thanks to the belt at Viktor's hips. After all those years, she hadn't seen him carry any other sword. It was the same one her and her father worked on all those years ago, leather cord wrapped around the hilt and a few gems towards the base just before it met the blade.

Elizabeth was lost in thought and hadn't noticed that Viktor had rolled his head so he could look at her through his bangs. Clearing his throat, he managed to startle her if only slightly, causing her to jump a bit in her seat. A small frown crossed her lips as well as a quiet snarl. Viktor on the other hand was quite amused at his betrothed. He always did love to startle her, ever since they were kids he couldn't resist it.

A chuckle escaped him before he pushed himself off the table so he could lean his arm on it, true to his cocky personality.

"You were far and away, weren't you Lizzie?"

Another growl reached his ears, causing them to twitch slightly.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?"

"Hmmm, well considering you have been doing so for the past 2,000 years I would have to say...all eternity?"

A wolfish smile appeared on his countenance, Elizabeth on the other hand wasn't amused.

"What do you want anyways? You only come here to torture me, which is often enough as it is."

Viktor feigned innocence at this, placing one of his hands to his chest and the other to his forehead.

"How could you say such things? Why would I want to torture my future wife?"

Silence consumed the both of them for a few moments before Elizabeth broke it.

"Because you're an asshole who has made my life pretty miserable since you found out we were promised."

Another hum escaped Viktor before standing, deciding it was better to wander the shop rather than sit at the table.

"I trust you're aware there is to be a ball tonight for my coronation?"

Elizabeth dropped her tools at hearing this. She completely forgot about the coronation, which was hard considering that was all the village had been talking about for the last month. A scoff sounded behind her.

"Judging by that reaction I would say you forgot. Am I correct?"

Elizabeth stayed silent, not wanting to dig herself into any deeper hole than she already had. Viktor didn't like this, so he took it upon himself to get her to answer. Standing behind her, he flipped the chair around so she was facing him and trapping her by placing his hands on the table near her waist.

"I asked you a question, and I expect an answer. Did you forget?"

The look of anger in his eyes wasn't hard to miss, but it was mixed with something else. Sadness? No...disappointment. It couldn't be because she had forgotten and he hoped she would be ecstatic to go. No, it had to have been because her mind wasn't completely filled with thoughts of him. He always hated when he wasn't the center of attention. Not able to meet his eyes for any longer, she turned her head.

"I forgot, ok? I've been busy with the shop lately. You should know that better than anyone."

Viktor's eyes flared with anger, the disappointment long gone from them as he harshly grasped Elizabeth's chin to turn her to him again. His grip was painful, causing tears to prick the corners of her eyes but she refused to let them fall.

"I don't care how busy you are, there is no excuse to forget something like that!" He yelled, his pale face going red from the anger that welled inside. A growl escaped his throat again before allowing his claws to dig into her skin, doing so hard enough to make a few drops of blood to swallow the tips of his nails.

His grip was almost bone crushing, but Elizabeth had had enough. His anger was unwarranted and so she placed her hands on his chest before roughly shoving him away. She had underestimated the force of her shove, and in doing so had caused Viktor to stumble slightly. Holding her hand to her now bleeding right cheek, she looked at him with a flame of defiance in her eyes. Not liking this one bit, Viktor stepped forward only to halt once he noticed Elizabeth held her free hand back, the short cut nails from before now several inches long and quite deadly looking.

He squinted his eyes, before turning in a huff and walking towards the open door. Before leaving, he turned to face her once more.

"Do clean yourself up. I expect you to be at the coronation, and not dressed in disgusting rags. If you're late, you will be punished."

Finally alone in her safe space, Elizabeth flipped him off and muttered a quiet "Fuck you" to the arrogant princes back. A couple tears rolled down her cheeks despite herself and she quickly wiped them away before taking a deep breath and sinking deeper into her shop.

Coming to the door that led from the shop to a little house attached there were only two things on her mind. One, was that she really hated Viktor and what he had become; and two was that she really needed to blow off some steam.

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Fox Claws

Chapter 2

The giggling eventually died down from the two, although Kit still had a hard time keeping her snickers contained once the newcomer entered the kitchen. The sight was quite comical really. A smaller man had entered placing a palm flat on the door frame, and the rain that persisted outside had not resisted in pelting the stranger. Long black hair hung in front of their eyes like a curtain in a theater, which was odd for the man in question who usually wore it braided or in a low bun. The silence in the kitchen only grew more severe as moments ticked by, the droplets of water hitting the floor seeming to echo through the whole house.

After what felt like many minutes, the man standing in the doorway finally made a move. Attempting to regain some form of dignity, he attempted to blow some of the bangs covering his eyes out of his face; only moving a few strands of hair and producing a raspberry before getting smacked in the face by his hair again.

In an attempt to contain herself, Kit covered her mouth as her shoulders bounced giving away her quiet chuckles. A playful growl left the smaller man before Daniel burst out laughing again, resulting in both Kit and the man to laugh as well.

"Ya know, for someone who always complains about his hair getting in the way, you sure haven't made an attempt at cutting it any shorter, Cole." Daniel managed to wheeze out between chortles.

Cole lifted his head slightly before walking further into the kitchen, a fire burning his golden eyes as he neared the two.

Once Cole had walked into the center of the kitchen and stood between the other two, a wolfish smirk could barely be seen through the black curtain of his hair.

"Cole...don't you fucking dare.." Kit growled out in a serious tone.

Cole then hunched forward a bit before shaking his hair out, flinging water onto the other two in the process.

"Gah!" Kit shouted and held her hands up in hopes of shielding herself from the onslaught of water, but to no avail.

Once Cole deemed the two were soaked through enough, he stopped before flipping his hair back and slicking it with his hand out of habit. A smirk crossed his face before he spoke.

"What do we got for grub?"

Not allowing Kit to answer he started making his way to the fridge before half disappearing into the said appliance. A small huff left Kit before she made a gesture to Cole, Daniel hiding a small smile whilst his eyes held annoyance.

"Excuse you sir, we were in the middle of making dinner for tonight but someone walked in and got us soaked!"

If Cole was still in his wolf form, Kit knew she would have seen his ears perk a bit at that but since he was human at the moment no such action could be noted. After rummaging for a couple more moments, Cole had decided that nothing in the fridge interested him; standing back up before bumping the fridge closed with his hip. Turning to the other two occupants, he was met with glares from both of them.

"Cole...you know damn well what the rules of this house are. Go get the mop and clean up the mess you made, and once you're done you are to go to the library and wait before dinner. You have lost kitchen privileges for the rest of the night." Daniel gave a low growl as he gave the orders to Cole, Cole giving an annoyed growl and huff in return, heading to leave the kitchen and get the mop.

A soft sigh left Daniel before looking at Kit.

"I don't know about you, but I'm going to change."

Kit gave a small nod, before trailing after Daniel as they both headed up the stairs. Parting ways at the beginning of the hall, Kit quickly slipped into her room before making her way to the attached bathroom. Giving herself a once over in the mirror before plugging her blow dryer in and drying her hair a bit, not being able to resist turning the dryer onto her shirt and pants to get a little warmer as well.

Leaving the bathroom a little later, Kit started towards her door again but stopped just before she left to snag her phone off its charger. Scrolling through her phone as she made her way down the stairs before clicking on of the many playlists she had saved on her phone. Entering the kitchen, a small smile crossed her face seeing Cole mopping up the floor. It wasn't everyday that she would witness this miracle. Not being able to resist the urge, she pulled up her camera and snapped a picture of Cole with his back turned.

Finally stepping into the kitchen, Cole decided to speak up.

"I was wondering if you were ever going to actually come in or just stand there staring the whole time."

Kit chuckled a little at his teasing, going back to making dinner as she had been before he had first come home.

"Well, it's not everyday I see you cleaning. Gotta save the memory somehow." A glint of mischief flashed across her eyes as she looked at him over her shoulder.

A scoff left Cole as he met her eyes.

"Please, I do plenty of cleaning. You're just never around to see it. And you know if you ever want a photo of me you can just ask."

A teasing smirk crossed Cole's face as Kit just rolled her eyes and went back to cooking.

"Uh huh, says the guy who gets flustered whenever I saw him shirtless the first year I came back from college."

She didn't need to be looking at him to know he was blushing as he replied to her.

"Hey! That's different!"

Kit turned to Cole after he said this, peeling a potato and using the knife she was holding to gesture at him.

"Oh, my bad. I forgot you were a "marry a girl before she sees my pecs" kinda guy."

Cole squinted his eyes and gave a slight pout before standing up and cocking his hip to one side.

"How rude! Unlike you, I am no harlot amongst the townspeople."

Silence entered the kitchen once again before it was filled with laughter from both parties. Kit wiped a tear from the corner of her eye after she was able to stand up straight again.

"Oh my gods. Harlot! Damn someone must have picked up Shakespeare while he was out."

Cole continued chuckling before he gave a reply.

"Hey, you're the best harlot I know, Kit."

Kit scoffed at that.

"Please, I'm the only harlot you know."

Daniel decided to finally make an appearance, stepping into the kitchen at that moment, wearing his newly donned plaid pj's that Kit had gotten him for last Christmas.

"I would think that with all this giggling I would have walked in on a girls' slumber party." A knowing smile on his face as he spoke.

Kit offered a childish smile to the man in response. Cole seeming to become very interested in mopping the floor as he began again with renewed fervor.

"I forgot to ask if Ross was going to be coming to the pack dinner tonight."

Kit gave a shrug of uncertainty, turning to Cole to look for an answer.

"I think so, he mentioned wanting to come to the next one. I'll text him when I'm done with this."

Daniel gave a short and curt nod back before sidling up to the counter next to Kit to help finish preparations.

"I know he isn't a wolf like us, but he is still family. I was friends with his father when Ross was still small and promised to look after him when his dad passed. It would be good for us to catch up. I reckon you and Kit see him more than I."

Kit offered another shrug.

"Not as much as I used to. I'm still on the hot seat at the Wanderer after that bar fight I got into a couple months ago."

Daniel and Cole both shook their heads.

"I still can't believe you got in trouble for that. That guy got handsy and you told him to back off. It's not your fault some men can't take no for an answer."

Cole chuckled lightly in the back.

"I don't think he'll be getting anyone after that stunt and getting handed his ass in front of practically the whole town, Daniel."

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Blackened Crimson

Chapter 1

Fireflies dot the darkening sky. Even though it wasn't late, the main square was quiet. The hustle and bustle gone from that afternoon to leave an eerie silence in its wake. The silence is broken by the sound of a hammer hitting metal, sparks flying from one of the shop doors that circles the heart of the city.

An older man is seen in the blacksmith shop, sweat trickling down his brow which is furrowed in frustration. He lets out a grunt as he lifts his hammer to hit the blade of the sword again, not hearing the pitter patter of footsteps as they enter his shop behind him. The small child stands quietly behind the man, waiting for him to finish what he is working on before she pipes in to speak.

After a few more minutes, the man places the sword in a vat of water to set the blade in place. Once cool enough, he pulls it out again to look at his handiwork. He had been making weapons since he was a small boy and had become quite good, looking at the work as more of an art form rather than a barbaric practice. He hums and nods in approval before setting the blade down on the table to his left.

"What are you working on, papa?" a small voice chimes in from the back of his shop.

The man turns to the voice, a smile gracing his dirt covered face once he catches sight of his daughter. She was a small thing, smaller than most her age. Her size never stopped her from getting into fights with the older children however. She was the light of his life and he hoped to pass down the craft of blacksmithing to her once he passed, having already taught her some things about the trade. Just as fast as his fond memories flew across his mind, they were swept away by darkness. For he knew that she would never be able to carry on the noble work of their family. Destiny had other plans for her, and this thought saddened him. He quickly shook his head to attempt to shake away the knowledge of her future, with no such luck.

The man snapped back to reality to scoop his daughter up in a big hug, her giggles filling his ears and causing a warmth to fill his heart. A smile crossed his features once again before answering the child's question.

"I'm making a sword for the next ruler darling."

The girl's eyes lit up at her fathers response.

"You mean Sir Viktor?"

The man chuckled at the girl's reaction.

"Yes dear, Viktor isn't old enough for his sword yet, but his family wanted it completed beforehand so they could approve of its design."

The child giggled with fondness, a starry gaze in her eyes as she daydreamed of the boy.

"You wouldn't happen to like Viktor, now would you?"

Her father teased her, a blush covering her cheeks as she shyly looked away.

"No! He's nice and friendly, but we don't know each other, Papa. He's a prince, and I'm a commoner. Don't be silly, Papa."

The father shook his head, a small chuckle escaping him at his daughter's reaction.

"He's not a prince dear. He's a noble. And you know the rules of our kingdom. Maybe you'll meet him and make a sword for him one day?"

The girl gasped in excitement. Bouncing on the balls of her feet before she began to skip around the shop, she exclaimed in joy.

"I would love that Papa! That would be so cool! Then we both could have made a sword for him!"

Her father chuckled again, patting her head as she trotted by.

"Well, in that case, would you like to decorate the hilt?"

The girl couldn't contain her squeal of excitement before nodding her head. At this, the man went to grab the items they needed to wrap and decorate the hilt. Returning with some leather, cord, and gems he set them on the table; the girl was already in a stool and fidgeting in anticipation.

The girl got to work before he had fully set the items in front of her, snatching a piece of lightly tanned leather from his hands. The man smiled, his little one becoming lost in her own world as she wrapped the leather on the hilt and then began wrapping dark crimson cord around it in a few places.

'My darling Elizabeth...what will become of you...'

Elizabeth smiled fondly at the memory as she rummaged through her supplies. She had grown a lot since that night. She was still small for being over 2,000 years old, but that didn't stop her from picking fights from time to time. Mostly at the bars when someone decided to get too handsy with her or in the underground fight ring where she was able to get some extra money for her fighting. Her father had passed away a couple years ago, passing the blacksmith shop to her in the process. She missed him, and for a while had to shut the shop down because it was too painful for her to be in it. But after some time, she was able to enter without breaking into tears and collapsing onto the dirt floor.

She had since learned some things her father was keeping from her as well. The main one being that she had been promised to Viktor once he came of age to take the throne. She was still bitter about that, but not towards her father but to her mother who was the one who made the agreement. Shaking her head in irritation, she pulled herself out of her reverie, as well as her storage pantry to get back to work on the set of knives she had started the other day. Viktor hadn't come of age yet, but it would be happening soon. Him and his posse of wannabe knights had already started to show up to her shop unannounced. No doubt, he already knew that she was to be his and was trying to stake his claim.

He had become more arrogant as he grew older, much to her disapproval. He used to be far kinder, but that was before his father died in a war. Humming as she was lost in deep thought, she failed to notice the sound of hooves and boots hitting the ground outside her shop before making their way inside. A throat was cleared behind her, causing her to perk her ears up in both annoyance and curiosity to see who was visiting her. Her eyes squinted as she caught sight of the dark haired boy standing at the entrance, sword hanging from his hips loosely.

"Hello, Viktor."

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Fox Claws

Chapter 1

The drizzle of rain was fast becoming a torrent. The fox hiding amongst some bracken under the over jetting branches above huffed in annoyance as yet another dew drop hit their nose before causing them to sneeze. After a few more moments, the fox snuffled again before emerging from their makeshift cave. A shake ensued before they began to trot along a not so beaten path into the forest.

After bounding for a while, the fox halted mid step before lifting their snout in the air and taking a whiff. A small sound emanated from them, a cross between a growl and a whimper. The smell was new, and that spelled bad news to the fox. The creature began to run as fast as their legs would allow before catching a small glimpse of their destination up ahead.

The black roof protecting the inhabitants inside from the freezing cold of the elements. A flash of dark orange could be seen darting inside the building, entering through the dog door of all things. Another sneeze left the creature once they had made their way inside, causing them to shake slightly from the force of it. The fox lifted their head to look around the entryway, noting the pale hardwood floor underneath their claws and the wild flowers in the vase next to the door. Once they were sure the coast was clear, they braced themselves to shake the excess water from their fur but before they could do so a familiar voice chimed into the silence.

"You better not be doing what I think you are now." a deep chuckle sounding afterwards.

The fox perked their ears at the voice before the owner walked into view from one of the side corridors. A stocky older man stepped out of the shadows, a knowing smirk crossing his countenance as another light chuckle left him, his belly bouncing in the process.

Once the man had stopped laughing, he wiped a small tear from the corner of his eye. The clearly soaking fox pinned their ears to the back of their head and let a small snarl exit their muzzle.

"Now, now. Is that anyway to treat your dad? You know better than to shake off in the entryway, Kit."

A small whimper then left the fox as they planted their butt on the floor, ears flopping from shame.

"Oh, hush little one. I'm only teasing. Now go dry off so we can make dinner."

The fox gave a slight nod before scurrying up the steps, noting a slight scrabbling just before they hit the rug going up the stairs. Once at the top of the stairs and after turning a sharp corner, the fox made it into a bedroom before nosing the door closed.

Laying on the soft carpeting in the center of the room, bracing themselves before whimpering as bones broke and cracked before realigning themselves. Where a fox had laid previously, a woman now appeared panting and shaking on all fours before flopping on her side with a thud. Groaning, the woman ran a hand through her soaking wet ginger and purple locks. Sitting up, the woman then allowed herself to do what she was going to do in the entryway. Shaking her head aggressively for a moment or two before stopping and regretting her decision which resulted in slight dizziness. Finally standing, the woman stretched her limbs before shuffling to a pile of clothes in the far corner of the room.

Digging through the only slightly dirty clothes for a few minutes before settling on the pastel purple skeleton sweats and a black pullover sweater, pulling on a pair of light pink fuzzy ankle socks as an afterthought before opening her bedroom door and heading back down the stairs to where Daniel had berated her only minutes before. Even though she thought the rule of no shaking in the entryway was ridiculous, a small smile graced her lips at Daniel's joking reprimands. It was just so hard for him to be strict and harsh with the pack, and even though she wasn't a wolf like the others he still treated her as though she was. It was comforting. Taking the last step and stepping back into the entryway, she grimaced at the bucket and mop that was leaning next to one of the corridors. A slight growl leaving her before snatching the mop aggressively off the wall and harshly dunking it into the bubbly water, begrudgingly getting on with the chore that was left for her.

After a few minutes she was happy to report that she was finished. Grasping onto the handle of the bucket, she then trudged her way to one of the back corridors into a small washroom before dunking the grimy water down the drain that lived in the floor. Setting the mop and bucket in a corner to dry, Kit then moved back out and off to the kitchen.

Daniel was sitting cheerily on one of the bar stools she had helped him refinish a couple years ago, a cup of tea sat to his left while he shuffled through the cookbook on the island. He paid her no mind until she opened a cabinet door to grab a mug for herself, a soft clanking catching his attention.

"It's about time you showed up. I was starting to think you got lost up there." a mad grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he looked at her from the corner of his eyes.

Kit scoffed in amusement before replying.

"Well, I would have been in here sooner had someone not left a bucket and mop for me in the entryway."

Daniel's eyes shifted back to the book before him, and even though she couldn't see his face Kit could tell he was struggling to hold in chuckles as his shoulders softly bounced. Giving a slight roll of her eyes, Kit turned back to the pot of tea that had been brewing on the stove and pouring herself a mug. Reaching for the jar of honey that sat at the back of the counter, Daniel was apparently able to compose himself long enough to retort back.

"Well, if someone hadn't stayed out so long and gotten herself soaked you wouldn't have had to clean up."

She knew his jest was all in good fun, but a small flame of anger as well as embarrassment licked at the tip of her ears.

"I know, I fell asleep just past the creek again. It was only starting to pick up raining when I was on my way back. It didn't help that I found something strange on the way back that spooked me." Kit mumbled this last bit more to herself than to Daniel, but he heard it all the same.

His playful demeanor was quickly replaced with one of concern.

"What? What do you mean? It wasn't that rogue vampire we chased off was it? I swear if he came back again, I'm gonna call Viktor. Maybe then that ass will leave our territory." A low growl left him at the last sentence.

"No, it wasn't the rogue again. It didn't smell like him, and there wasn't any blood from what I could tell either. I'm sure it's nothing, and besides the scent was heading away from town. I'd say the pack could check it out later, but this rain isn't going to allow that any time soon."

Gesturing out the window behind the sink, Daniel was able to see how bad it had gotten. Letting a sigh escape him, he relaxed a little.

"I suppose you're right. No use worrying about it now."

A small smile crossed Kit's face out of relief.

"Exactly, now you said something about making dinner before you sent me to my room?"

Daniel practically licked his lips at the mention of food.

"Oh! Yes! I picked up some roast and vegetables from the market earlier and figured that would be great for tonight's meal."

Kit's stomach growled in agreement before nodding and grabbing the cutting board and knife from their designated homes; while Daniel grabbed the roast and herbs.

Several minutes of silence filled only by the sound of chopping and rain hitting the windows was disrupted by the sound of a door slamming. More specifically, the entryway door.

"You better not get any mud on that fucking floor! I just mopped you dipshit!" Kit shouted out to the entryway, soon followed by a squeak and loud thud.

"Damn it Kit! You know I'm jumpy!"

Laughter then filled the kitchen as Kit and Daniel couldn't contain themselves.

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witchypotato13 · 4 months ago

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Blackened Crimson

Prologue

The fairy tales and urban legends you hear growing up seem like folly once you grow older. At least, they usually do. But for some, the intrigue still lives on. Some are interested in finding out if the old tales are true or not, while others are happy living a silly little day dream. If you're lucky, or unlucky enough, you may stumble into the world of the stories themselves. Most think the prospect of this seems like a dream come true. Don't be fooled. This world can be just as harsh and unforgiving as it is beautiful and wondrous.

This is the lure of the Societies.

The Societies are much like the world you know. There are many sects, or species, that all live together. Some are more peaceful than others. Most are closer than they used to be, but there is still a lot of tension surrounding some of the sects, as well as discrimination to those deemed lower status.

There are four main Societies that live in this world, although not quite peacefully. The Vampire, Shifter, Witch and Fae Societies are cordial with most each other, albeit there is obvious dislike among several. Each of them have their own way of ruling among their people and some work better than others.

The Vampire Society is one of the most tradition conforming of all of the Societies, Fae being another one. They have been ruling their kingdom the same since the First was created many millennia ago. Every thousand years, a new ruler is decided amongst the five noble families to continue the tradition, and to avoid inbreeding each child born to the families is promised the hand of a lower Vampire. This also assists in keeping the blood lines "pure". Mixing is never allowed, and in order to enforce this rule, anyone who is found to be consorting with another Sect is killed, as well as their lover.

This has caused some wars in the past, but that is for another time. This story is about dear Elizabeth, the humble daughter to a blacksmith as well as the promised of the next Vampire Societies ruler.

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