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The rushing water of the Rhine River filled both of their ears and the thick woods behind them shielded them from spying eyes. Peter sat on a near by boulder as he watched Natascha take it all in. Sights, sounds, feelings, smells she had never experienced before. The overcast afternoon didn't let much sunlight through but it was enough for her. Her tail lifted and ears perked as she walked to the river. It's rushing waters were a new sight to her. Kneeling down she slipped her paw in the cold water, letting it cleanse her for the first time. She sighed as it passed through her fur. Peter walked up behind her and finally got a good look at the wound that she had in her side. It was a gash, fairly new, and probably sustained from that soldier at an earlier time.

"Natascha you need to get clean, that cut isn't going to get any better."

She gave an inquisitive look as Peter motioned to the river. After a couple minutes of coursing though he finally got her to step into the cool waters. As the wolf waded he could see the grime washing off of her and cleaning her fur to a shine it had not held in a long time. But once it hit the gash she winced and backed up reaching for her side again.

"It hurts! Are you sure this is a good idea?" She asked looking back.

Peter nodded. "Yes, carefully clean it and the fur surrounding it."

Natascha stepped once again up to the wound, growling through the pain this time, and gently cleaned it as best she could. Peter watched her and sighed. What was he doing? He had no idea what this creature was. He knew positively it wasn't a demon but what if it was something else? Something worse? Maybe that was why the church was hiding it? What if it killed a lot of people? Suddenly he heard some rustling and shot up, looking behind him. Voices....singing.

"Walk we will past this hill

Where the monster hides his face..."

_"_The Kids." Peter muttered. He quickly turned around to see Natascha finally enjoying her bath and now kneeling down up to her neck. "Natascha! Come on! We need to go."

She cocked her head slightly as Peter beckoned with his hands. "Why?" She called back.

"Trust me! I know a place we can go. It isn't safe here!" Behind him the singing grew louder but Natascha finally huffed a grunt and waded back to the shore where Peter still beckoned checking behind himself every couple of seconds.

"Come on, lets go." Peter grabbed her paw and started taking her down the shore and back to the forest. But right as the met the entrance to the trees he heard a loud squeal. Both he and Natascha glanced around to see a young boy with group of others staring at them. Peter squeezed Natascha's paw. "Run." He whispered after a couple tense seconds and the two disappeared into the brush as the kids stood stunned. Not only was the monster they sang about real, but it was with another human.

Peter ran until he couldn't anymore, until his legs wouldn't take him further, yet his hand was still held tight by Natascha's paw.

"H...Hold it." He called out to her. She turned back from her slight lead to the out of breath human. Peter chuckled, she wasn't even out of breath. "I think we're safe...well, for now." The wolf looked up at the trees that stood above her.

"Well, what happens now?"

Peter thought back to his small farm. "I'll take you to my home. Hopefully I can hide you there."

The sun was disappearing over the horizon creating a red aurora as they made their way across a fallow field, carefully and cautiously making sure no one was around. In the middle was Peter's small cottage and next to that was a stable that held some of his livestock. Keeping an eye on the door of his abode he lead Natascha into the stable.

"I'm sorry this is the best I can do for now. I have others in the house that would react poorly if they saw you. Besides, we have to lay low because of what happened by the river."

She glanced around and found that three stalls out of the eight were empty.

"Fynn, my son just cleaned these today. They should be alright to sleep on. I'll bring you a blanket and bandages as well as some dinner. You're just going to have to give me a little while. I'm not sure how to explain my absence to my father."

The wolf sat down in the hay and ruffled some of it up to a small pile. Peter blushed when she spread her legs revealing herself to him. Even though she had been with him for most of the day her nakedness embarrassed him slightly.

"This is a lot better then what I had!" She smiled. "So you don't have to worry. I'll be fine."

Peter closed the stall and moved to the door taking one glance back. "I'll be back soon." Then he closed the stable and then entered the house.

Peter entered his own home, the place that gave him comfort, he felt safe there. Especially when there was a fire going. Walter and Fynn were sitting around the fire drinking some stew that Walter had made. Both looked at him with judging eyes.

"Where have you been Peter? The fields workers said you visited the church, what for?" Walter grunted turning back to the fire to warm his old joints.

"Well..." He started, quickly coming up with an excuse. "As you know Asta died last winter. I went to the church to pray for a safe winter and for console about it."

"Oh...oh..." Walter hummed letting it sink in. "From what I heard the Cathedral closed early today. Fairly soon too. What were you doing all that time?" He stood and limped to Peter who backed up against the wall.

"You'd better not have gone to ask about what I think you did." He whispered in an effort to keep Fynn from hearing.

"Are you talking about what Fynn was singing about yesterday?" Peter rebutted speaking in his regular voice. Fynn turned from his soup to listen. "Because yes, I asked about that too." He added. Telling them he asked about the creature would help fill in the gap of time, or at least he hoped. "The second I mentioned your name they closed the Cathedral. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

Walter took a step back and stood silent for a few seconds before going back to the fire to warm himself up again. He looked like he was ready to say something but the whole room was suspended in a silence that was defining and it wasn't until Peter moved that Walter broke it.

"The Cathedral isn't what you think it is." He said staring into the flames. "They say it was built to house the three artifacts but they're lying. That was a ploy." Walter and Fynn leaned closer. "The entire thing was built as a holy place, to hold back the power of Satin...incarnated in one creature."

Walter let his eyes look to the stable, even though he couldn't see it. "This creature walks and talks like a man but is the figure of a wolf and the whole cathedral was built as a jail cell to hold it until it died."

"Until it died?" Fynn questioned. "Why not just kill it and be rid of it!"

"Because the power of the Devil is too great son. If we were to kill it, it would just be reborn and the never ending cycle would begin again. But if we let God take care of it and if it dies from age then the chain is broken and the creature would not be reincarnated."

Peter thought back to the confrontation between the soldier and Natascha when he said he couldn't kill her, that must have been why. But then who gave her that gash?

"Ok Walter." Peter crossed his arms pretending like he didn't believe his father. "Then how come it wasn't finished? It's sitting there half done and hasn't been worked on in years."

"That's just it." Walter said. "When the cell was finished they transported the creature to the cell, supposed to be covered by a huge rolling stone. But as they were moving it...it killed the archbishop. It didn't show any remorse digging it's claws into his chest."

Peter was stunned, did Natascha actually kill the archbishop? She did have the power to do so but killing anyone is punishable by death, but an Archbishop is something else entirely.

"How do you know this!" Peter yelled suddenly angry after hearing that.

"Because I was there!" Walter stood up again and pushed himself into Peter's face. "I was a worker building the Cathedral. It was late and I had forgotten some of my tools on the site. While I was going to get them back I heard snarls. Thinking it was an animal attack I rushed to find the archbishop on the ground dead surrounded by four other clergymen and two soldiers who had their swords pointed at a devilish creature. It stood on it's hind legs!" Walters face distorted with disgust. "But it was no man, it was a wolf. I remember one of the clergymen came up to me and said. 'Don't breath a word to any soul as long as you live, otherwise you will be silenced.' So I've kept it to myself for years, even from your mother."

Peter moved to his bed and picked off the blanket remembering his promise. Also he wanted to talk about this to Natascha, to hear her side of the story. He feigned anger and stomped out, grabbing a couple rags as secretly as possible.

"Where are you going!" Walter called.

"I need to think!" He called back and made it look like he was heading out to the field, but instead he took a path to the stable and opened it to find Natascha sleeping on the hay. Her wounded side exposed.

"Natascha." He gently shook her. "Natascha." Her eyes flew open in a flash and she sat up claws extended.

"What!"

"Shhh, don't worry....its me. Here, I brought some bandages and a blanket, wasn't able to get any food though." Peter gently padded Natascha's fur with the rags cleaning the wound as best he could before wrapping them around her body and tying it. His eyes kept focusing on her claws as he played the attack that his father had explained in his head. Yet no matter what he tried to think of, he just couldn't see Natascha killing anyone.

"Natascha?" Peter started after he sat down next to her. "Have you ever killed anyone?"

"No." She said immediately. It was short and quick, like she was expecting the question. Peter looked up at her and found her eyes drilling into him.

"No one?"

"I have had a tough life yes, and I have wanted a few living things dead but I would never carry out that deed myself, that's not my decision."

Peter sighed and sat down in the hay next to her, could his father be lying? But why lie? Could it have something to do with the church?

"Natascha do you remember the day that you were put in that cell?"

She looked over at him and cocked her head to the left, her eyes looked low. "Yes..." she hesitated. "Why?"

"Just tell me." Peter said...more demanding really. He was worried, he actually trusted Natascha but he needed to know. She backed up and rustled the hay slightly.

"I was young...but I remember I was being escorted by a couple men with weapons and a man in large, grand robes. That was the only man who had ever been nice to me, other then you."

"The archbishop." Peter said, filling in the name.

"I think so....but I was being moved at night, I guess to keep me from everyone else. When we stopped the...archbishop was met by a man. I suddenly felt the tip of a sword at my back and I froze. 'Don't move!' A dark voice said to me. It sounded evil, they called me devil but I...I heard it in his voice." The wolf wrapped her arms around herself and bent forward, like she was cowering. "Then without warning I saw the nice man bend over. He stood for a few seconds before falling over, his robes growing red with blood. I...I was mad that they would do such a thing and I barked and snarled at the man he just pointed his sword at me."

"Then another man showed up...didn't he?" Peter filled in at a pause. Natascha looked up, a little stunned that Peter knew what she was going to say. Her amber eyes glistened slightly in the moonlight that was rising in the night sky outside.

"Y...yes. He appeared and the man told him to never speak a word. He ran away and I was thrown in the hole, never to see the sky until today."

Misunderstanding, Peter thought, this entire thing was all about misunderstanding. He moved closer to her body and let his arms roll up her sides, he could hear her make small noises in comfort. Even after only a few moments in the river her fur had taken to a softness he had not felt before. Her paws mirrored his hands as they reached over and moved against his sides. The rough pads on her palms were a different feeling but not one he entirely disliked. She pushed him over slightly to where he laid in the hay on his back and she was over him. Her knees pressed into the hay to his sides while her paws held his shoulders keeping him down.

No words were exchanged, only soft looks and fluid movements of hands and paws. Peter moved his undergarments and Natascha rubbed her furry body against him. Small grunts of approval left her muzzle as she moved up to her knees, centered herself over Peter and slowly moved down, letting her sex wrap around Peter's. He didn't have to move much, she did everything grinding and slipping her paws under the rest of his clothing. She even leaned down and the two kissed as best they could. Peter had to turn his head to one side in order for their lips to meet. The kiss was unlike any thing Peter had felt before, her tongue was long and when to two met Peter wrapped his paws around her back and gently pulled the wolf closer. Careful not to hurt her side. She still moved her hips against his and her beastly moans filled his ears.

With a quiet howl Peter felt her tighten against him and he let go, releasing his seed inside the wolf. Both stayed in the same position staring at each others eyes for a long while, only exchanging breaths as the night engulfed the hut. Peter rolled over to his side so the two were both on their sides, never looking away from her amber eyes once. Both of their eyes grew heavy and each time they blinked they stayed shut a little longer until both fell asleep in each others arms. Dreaming about what they had just done.

The sound of thunder woke Peter who shot up, glancing around trying to figure out where he was. It didn't take him long to remember last night and Natascha next to him who had waken up and was still groggy. The thunder wasn't like any other Peter had heard before, it was continuous and it didn't stop. Every couple seconds it grow louder and louder as well.

"Peter....what is that?" Natascha finally said sitting up with him.

"I don't know." He said standing and stretching.

"Peter!!! Peter where are you!!" Peter jumped at his name just as Walter limped into the stable. "Peter where are yo....PETER! There you are!" The old man limped as quick as he could seemingly not noticing Natascha. "Thank the heavens you're alright! Come on! We have to....to...." His voice trailed of as he finally took notice to the wolf laying next to his son.

"T....the beast." He whispered and covered his mouth with his hands. The old mans eyes moved down her body, it didn't take him long to figure out what Peter had done.

"....devil. W....what have you done....Peter..." He slowly backed away. Behind him Fynn appeared in the doorway and saw his father with the Beast he had sang about. His scream was all that was needed before he ran.

"Walter! I...I can explain! She isn't evil! She's a creature just like you and me!" Natascha stood up and took refuge behind Peter, outside the thunder grew even louder.

"A creature! We're not creatures!! We are Gods creations! Don't you dare even pretend that siren is a Godly creature! It was made in the depths of hell by the devil!" Peter stood a bit higher, raising his voice to his father.

"Aren't creatures of this Earth not Gods creations as well! She is not of the Devil!"

"The very fact you call it a female proves my fact!" His father rebutted. "It has taken a hold of you! You have sinned my dear son! Come with me and we'll meet the soldiers outside. There you can confess and the Siren will be killed! All will be forgiven!"

"Soldiers outside?" Peter questioned and looked out the small window. The thunder finally had a face....it was a group of soldiers, sent from Cologne. Their marching echoed in the Earth, almost shaking it.

"Yes son! Come on!"

Peter looked at his fathers open hand and without a thought he found Natascha's paw with his and gripped it tightly. "No Father. You were told a lie that night! It wasn't Natascha that killed the Archbishop! It was that very Man! I'm not leaving her side!"

Walter withdrew his hand and his face grew cold. "If you won't leave the devil then I must do what I can to help God in his holy mission." He left the stable leaving the two in each others arms.

"Natascha....we are not going to leave alive." Peter said bluntly. "But I know you are the devil." He said touching his nose to hers. "I think you're a gift from God himself."

"I...I'm a gift?" She smiled and lowered her head into his chest. She never though she would hear those words spoken to her. A small squeeze to his hand gave him warmth.

"Yes Natascha...."

"Peter...."

"Natascha I need you to promise me something." He quietly whispered again. She looked up at him with eyes welling up. "No matter what happens you cannot hurt anyone out there."

Natascha nuzzled his chest once again with her voice breaking.

"I understand."

The two faced the opining and walked out facing a ring of soldiers that was trying to block them from leaving. Some of them took a step back as they emerged from the stable into the sunlight. They held their heads high and smiled in the sunlight even as tears rolled down their cheeks.

"Peter! Come with us! We will give you a chance to repent your sins just as God gives second chances." A voice called out from inside. Peter could see his father and son through the crowd of swords and shields. Walter must have told them where he was and what he had done, there was no escaping it now.

"Friends! This creature is not a Demon or the Devil! She is a creation of our God! Just as you or I." Peter called out, his voice breaking as he tried to speak. "I love her...and she loves me back."

The group stepped forward and Natscha hugged Peter closer.

"Come!" She finally yelled. "Kill me! And Kill Peter! But you will not kill the evil in yourself!"

After a few tense moments the Commander of the group raised his sword towards the two. "Charge!" He yelled and the soldiers pointed their swords at the lovers and ran at them.

Peter took his love in his arms one last time and kissed her. "I love you." He whispered as the swords met their flesh. Blood filled their mouths and a few struggling breaths left their bodies as they desperately tried to hold on to the last couple of seconds together. The soldiers pulled back and the lifeless bodies fell to the ground, still embracing one another like lovers who had been together who had shared each other for years . The commander sneered and turned to Walter and Fynn.

"Kill these ones too, they harbored the two."

Walter grabbed Fynn in his arms. "What! We're believers! We follow the church, I did not know of this until this morn!" He pleaded. "You wouldn't harm a small boy! Would you?"

The soldiers, with the blood on their swords dripping onto the green grass moved closer to the cowering man and child.

"I have my orders, I am sorry..."

"You don't have to! You can let us live! We won't say a word!" Walter pleaded with the commander. "Tell your commander that you killed us! We'll leave this place." He looked to Fynn who had tears flowing down his cheeks. In front of him his father covered with blood and now the very same swords that killed him were pointed at himself.

"My commander is God. I cannot lie to him. He will know where you have gone and what you have done. My he have mercy on you."

With a small breath the commander gave the order and the swords plunged into Walter and Fynn. Fynn coughed as blood seeped from him and one last breath escaped before he slumped over. Walter shook and looked to the sky....

"God...w...why?" His body slumped over, face first covering Fynn under him.

"Burn the bodies and leave no trace...then burn the farm." The commander said and as he walked away the smell of burning flesh filled his nose. His Godly task was done. But as he walked away a storm started to brew and lightning echoed in the distance. Real thunder rolled through and the rain started to fall as if God himself was crying. How far had his Children fallen?