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Captivity - Jaye's Story - Chapter 4

My wings were so tired. I'd been flying as fast as I could for at least an hour with the image of Emily's blood stained spot lingering in my mind. My mouth was so dry and my fangs had sharpened so much that they hit my tongue, almost cutting it. I needed something to eat or I was going to pass out. But what could I even eat? Ugh! My head killed, and I only wanted to try to relax. Trying to remember what had happened the past couple weeks only hurt my head more, but I couldn't help it.

Everything hurt while I looked around for a place to stop and rest. There was nothing around me though. That old valley village was so secluded, no wonder those Nazis used it for research. After it had been destroyed, probably by them, it was the obvious choice for experimenting, and I was the lucky girl who was in the wrong place at the wrong time, with the wrong partner. Damnit Jon! Why did he leave me!? He was supposed to protect me! Now I was stuck in this mess. I swore, if I could make it back to HQ, I would kick his deserting ass.

I looked around frantically, trying to pinpoint some noises I had just heard - the problem was that these were small mountains where echoes made all sounds bounce around. If I could find that place, maybe I would get some help.

Finally, I glimpsed some lights ahead as the setting sun began to blind me as it started to hide its lower half behind the mountains. I gave a sigh of relief as my wings slowed my pace. I felt like drooling, but my mouth was a desert with no oasis in sight. I wrapped the white coat around my body tighter as I could see villagers appeared to head home for the evening. I tried to look on top of their roofs to find a flag to see what country I was in exactly, but came up short. Maybe these people didn't even know - with them being so cut off from the rest of the world.

I scouted the area to find a place to rest that wasn't too occupied by people. Last thing they needed to see before heading home was an exhausted naked wolf with wings. I managed to land shakily on top of a cracked roof of a bakery. I collapsed onto my knees and was soon laying stomach down on the unfamiliar surface. I took a couple deep breaths before wincing at my new tears. I reached up to wipe them off, and when I looked at my hands - well, paws - I saw a thin translucent black substance sitting there. It slightly stung my paw as I wiped it onto the roof and tried to stop crying so it would stop hurting my face.

I had to sit up and find something to eat. Maybe I was a special vampire who would be able to eat other things. I crawled over to the side of the roof and peered down to find a dumpster from the bakery. Now I'm usually much more sophisticated and dignified, but I was starving. I tried lifting my wings to hover me down, but they just felt like dead weight. I guess I had to get down the hard way. I gripped the ledge as I swung my body over the side, feeling my toes touch some cold metal. I exhaled and let go of the roof. The metal top of a garbage bin bent under my weight followed by toppling over, making a racket. I quickly brought myself to hide behind the other bins, waiting for someone to investigate.

I listened closely to my surroundings as I eyed a small half burnt bun on the ground. It couldn't be that terrible. I snatched it into my shaking paws and took a big bite of it. It was even slightly buttered! Who would throw this away? The next moment, I was hunched over coughing the bun up. I had tried swallowing it, but my throat had filled with a thick liquid and was pushing it back up. I clenched my stomach and heaved once more, opening my eyes just in time to see the gob of a strange substance plop onto the ground. The hell was all that? I straightened and leaned back against the brick wall pondering if I had just choked or if my body had rejected this human food. Maybe, since I was a wolf, I needed meat. That was it, it had to be. When was the last time you ever saw a big furry canine happily munching on some whole grain bread slices?

My ears quickly flickered as I glanced up at the sound of footsteps nearby. I pulled my knees up to myself and wrapped the lab coat back over my chest as a shadow neared. The person was humming and carrying something and then was suddenly right next to me. I could have reached out and touched the black scuffed shoes as they lifted the bin's top to put their garbage away. Then a scent hit my nose - a mouth-watering scent. Oh god, it was lovely. I could then hear the pulse of the person as they put the bin's top back on. It was so strong and lively. This person smelled of warm bread and butter, along with youth and hard working. Then, as they were about to walk away, my body couldn't stand it and let out a whimper. The person, who I could tell was a man from the musky masculine body odors, stopped and side-stepped and looked down at me. I looked up to find bright greens eyes glancing down at me.

"Uh, ma'am. What are you doing down there?" He spoke as he reached his hand down for me. I could hear the pulse even more from his wrist. It was so strong, and I couldn't help myself any longer. "Ma'am, why are your eyes red...?" he began as I snapped my arms forward, grabbing his. I tore him down to the ground next to me and sunk my fully sharpened fangs into his veins. He gave out a howl of pain and was sure to cause too much attention towards my direction. I couldn't let others interrupt me - this tasted too wonderful! He kept screaming while trying to hit me with his other fist as I just sucked more blood out of him. I cringed as he clocked me in the back of the neck, biting down harder, in turn making him scream with an even greater intensity.

"Shut up!" I separated my fangs just for the moment to shut this bastard up. I wanted to enjoy what felt nice, even though I knew I was hurting him, but I didn't care after all that had happened that day. I swung my paw at him to slap him, but I smacked him too hard and his skull hit the brick wall and more blood splattered across the alley way, and his pulse halted. I quickly resumed, putting his wrist back into my mouth, but the blood had stopped pumping so strongly. I suckled harder, trying to get more, but it was hard. "Fuck, that was so good, and he had to go and die," I pouted and set the arm down. I looked at the body and tried to care about my murder, but I was so much hungrier now.

I licked my lips and stood up. I was tired of hiding. I wasn't going to find food, or blood, in alleys. I walked around the corner and up some stairs into the bakery. The woman in there was counting some money out of a box when she looked up at me. She gasped as I grinned, feeling blood drip off my teeth. She ran into a backroom as I strolled in, catching a glimpse of my dark red eyes in the reflection of some glass.

She called for someone to hide in one of the back rooms as I hopped over the counter, hearing some small pitter patters of feet running upstairs. The smell of smoke was getting stronger. Bitch, must have let something in the oven with it running. Not my problem. I walked into a living room of sorts and listened for a minute. I heard a ruckus in a side closet, along with heavy, stuttering breathing. I quickly went across the room and swung open the door to find the woman. She screamed at the top of her lungs as I grabbed her by her throat and yanked her out of the dusty closet. I threw her onto her couch, hearing a board snap under her back. I pounced onto her and plunged my fangs into her neck. Oh, did her blood taste just as good as her husband's. She tore at me in a frantic instinct to escape. She ripped the side of my coat, and I bit down harder. Her final grips became weaker and weaker as I heard footsteps cautiously wander down the stairs, then a thud. I looked up and there laid a child on the floor, passed out, and another one standing there, frozen. He made no effort to pick his older sister off the floor as his tears welled up. I gulped down a couple more swigs of their mother's blood before detaching my fangs. Too bad her heart seized from pushing more of her fluids to her jugular.

I sat up and stared back at her young son. He was going to be forever scarred, and his sister only had a slight chance at remembering after taking a fall like that. I got back to my feet and slowly walked towards them. The boy began to cry hysterically, and the sister began to stir on the ground. I walked past him, sniffing the air, picking up his scent. He didn't smell ripe. He was too young, too sweet smelling, not at all ready for harvesting.

I walked out of the bakery, looking around for someone else, as I heard the oven behind me burst into flames. There were five people now standing there, trying to find the origin of all the commotion. Two of them raised their pistols at the sight of me - blood-dripping me. The one on the end was fiddling a knife out of his pocket. I couldn't help but smile at the attempt. I took one step down the stairs and ducked at the first man's gunfire. I shot forward, smacking my fist into his chest so hard, I felt the air rush out of his body as he flew backwards. I then pivoted, stealing the hesitant man's knife and turning it onto him. He gurgled blood and saliva as I ripped the knife out of his chest and sliced his friend's throat. The other gunman shot at me, barely missing, as I felt the bullet float right above my spine. I turned swiftly, swinging my leg under his and tripping him backwards. On his voyage to the dirt, I took the liberty of taking his gun off his hands. I pulled the lever down, smiling as I could hear a bullet slide into the chamber when I turned the gun's barrel towards him. He put his hands up, but before he could beg for mercy, the lead was already on its journey towards his vitals. The shot rang out as his body went limp. As I reached down and wiped some blood off my ripped coat, I could hear the final man run for his life, away from me. I licked my paws as I watched the guy sprint around a corner. Guess he didn't want to play with me. I thought viciously.

I looked back at the burning bakery; the fire dancing in front of me. I flickered my ears back and forth as I heard more people gathering. I hated them all. Why wouldn't they just let me feed? It's not like they were doing much with their lives here in this tiny town. I sighed and dropped the gun onto the ground, not having any more use of it and began to walk down the street.

Men were now running down the street behind me. I could hear them gasp, yell, shout, blame others, and some began to grieve. But I didn't know them, I didn't want to care about their emotions, I was only hungry and wanted to feed. All I could think about was their blood. I didn't think I could ever get enough of that lovely substance. I stopped midstride and turned my head back at the growing mob. There were so many pulses I could hear. I liked how they didn't line up together. I licked my lips and turned back. I wanted their blood. I wanted their blood. I had nothing else on my mind besides that.

One man pointed his finger at me as I raised my wings to my sides and lightly jogged back to them all. The finger pointer would be my first target. A man next to him raised his pistol towards my head. What a distraction. I lifted my wing up and blocked his projectile while jumping into the air, gaining the attention of the entire mob. I landed straight on my first target, bloodying him quickly with my claws, digging into his neck. I was only able to get one lick in before getting up and splitting open the head of his buddy next to him. I swallowed a couple drips of his fluids before feeling like I might be in some trouble. Another gunshot rang as I felt gravel kick up by my heel where some lead hit. I growled menacingly and turned towards the small line of men with the guns. They opened fire and most of their rounds bounced off my wings wrapped around my bodice, but I do grimace as one of the bullet ripped through an unprotected spot on my thigh. Lucky shot. I bared my teeth and slammed myself into two large men. They fell backwards a couple feet as I shot out my arms at a 180 degree to both my sides, cutting the throats of two more men. They fell as well, shuddering their life out, as I turned around, licking my wet paws before facing my last 6 opponents. What a nice small town. Two of them ran after meeting my eyes, but I couldn't let them get away now, could I?

I rushed forwards, using my left, healthy leg for power, and grabbed one of them by the arm. He screamed in pure terror as I swung him backwards, hitting him into the other one who fled the scene. I took a couple steps back after I heard their spinal bones snap. Their surviving friends shouted in agony maybe because they also heard them snap. Only four more to go.

I opened my wings and flew upwards, having regained some strength from my meals, but quickly peaked and plummeted back down. I worked with gravity to flip in the air, so my legs were downwards, and then wrapped them around the middle man's waist. He had such a puzzled and scared look on his face when I reached up and snapped his neck. He was barely still upright when I leaned back and grasped his friend's hips, pulled myself from the falling corpse, then ripped his torso upwards with my wings, flying vertically. I was like watching the hunter skin his prey right then and there. As I was barely in the air, I grabbed my skinned man by the shoulders and kicked him hard into the third man. His ribs cracked so hard, I doubted he'd ever regain normal ribs if I let him survive. Now for the last guy.

It was such a lovely kill. I flew up and behind him and wrapped his arms around him. He wiggled a little, as I slowly reached up his broad body, as he tried in vain to escape. The worst part was that I could sense his "excitement" rise a little from my physical attention. I leaned up on my tiptoes and slowly licked his ears. His pulse was going so fast now. Fright mixed with raging hormones never fails to get that heart beating. I put an end to his misery though when I leaned up more and bit into his neck. He sunk to his knees then dropped forward heavily onto his face. I straightened my back after leaning down and enjoying the feast.

I looked around and smiled at my mess. It was such a worthy first meal. I could feel the power within me. I could kill so easily. I looked back down at the last man as he reached away from me. I grinned, flashing my teeth, and had a wonderful buffet.