“Ranger General, permission to speak, sir?”, Arthur Harker addressed the ranger general who was looking through plans. “It is Lord Regent and Ranger Lord now actually, Lord Harker, for the mayor is dead and in times of crisis we need a leader. The nobles have all agreed and they have declared a state of emergency, and with their blessing they have placed upon me a task of vast importance.”, Abraham Van Seward replied and Arthur swallowed before lifting his head.
“So does that mean I have permission to speak, Lord Regent?”, asked Arthur and Abraham lift his head. “Is it about your beloved, isn’t it? You wish to know what had happened to her?”, said Abraham and Arthur simply nodded his head while the other rangers in the room looked uneasy.
“I am afraid I do not have the time or neither the place to explain. Rest assured that your beloved will be avenged. Now please, leave my quarters and we will spoke some other day.”, said the Lord Regent and then Arthur stepped forth. “I know that the nobles have redirected most of the taxes to aid you in your hunt for the monster that had done this to Blackwood and my beloved, and I, like the many other lords of this region, offer you my donation on the condition that you tell me what a Nosferatu is.”, the many rangers then set their focus back to Lord Harker and the Lord Regent eyes focused on the man that stood before him as he then smiled.
Meanwhile, at that same time, Belle lay in her bed and after she shook she could not move. The beast then approached her bed and looked down upon her as he bared witness to the elf that had transformed before his eyes. She had become paler, her bones were more visible now than ever, and her body was nearly drained of all blood as she lay there in the bed with her blood staining the blankets and the very sheaths she lay upon. The beast saw her green eyes gazing into his own before they turned a shade of gray and then she breathed heavily for she felt death’s grip upon her very soul, and she felt this was to be her last moments as she could not see. The beast turned away and looked to the mirror where he could see his own reflection and upon looking he saw a man there staring back at him. The man gave him a serious glare and the beast growled, showing its very teeth and the man stepped forth as he held his hands crossed behind his back. The beast then roared and punched the mirror that shattered before he would turn only to approach Belle that was lying on the bed. The lycanthrope raised his left claw and he dragged it over his right wrist to cut it so that he may bleed, and the mirror’s fragments then began to transform into liquid that gathered together. The white lycanthrope then raised his right claw above the elven gorgon whose life had left her body and whose breath had ended. The blood dripped down her mouth and upon all of a sudden she breathed in new life before reaching upward to grab him by his arm. She then pulled on his arm, she sucked and drained him off his blood, and the white lycanthrope allowed her to for a while until he growled and then he snarled but she did not obey. It was then that she was consumed by a vision of what she had seen and it felt as if she could see through his eyes of a memory he had once lived through. She saw him running through the forest as he heard the howls of other lycanthropes and then one attacked him only for his right arm to take on a new form as it expanded and got covered by white fur. The white lycanthrope, in present day, then roared and pushed her down to the bed where she remained lying with her mouth covered in blood and this ended the vision. Belle had long razor sharp teeth at the front, almost like fangs, and she began to smile for she felt pleasure and relief, but she also felt a satisfaction she could not explain and that she had felt for the first time, and she also felt a particular curiosity about the white lycanthrope that had slaked her lust. This satisfaction, she felt, fulfilled her and she did not know why. All that she knew was what she wanted and all that she desired could only be said in one word and one word only that she would share with him…
“More…”, the white lycanthrope then looked down upon her with anger while she spread her arms open only for her body to lift as it was possessed all on its own while she smiled.
She then set her gaze upon the mirror where she could no longer see her own reflection. She raised her right claw to her lips and then looked to her fingertips before she licked the blood from her fingers. She then looked at him and he continued to glare at her without saying a word…
“Come, my love, kiss me…”, she said to him and the beast then growled. “Don’t you want to use me, abuse me, make me your own?”, she licked her lips upon asking him that question and even though he was enticed do so he did not and for good reason. “Oh, what’s the matter? You think cat is going to bite your tongue? I could always turn around and you could force my head down into the bed like I am some sort of plaything all over again, right?”, she continued to seduce him and he looked at her as he felt pulled by her advanced, especially when she crawled to the edge of the bed on all fours and then started to pull her dress down to expose her beautiful body.
“What do you say?”, she asked as she placed her right main finger in her mouth and bit on it only for him to step forth and grab her by her neck but she was no longer the same fragile elf he had encountered in life but rather she was something different now, she was a Nosferatu.
“Heed me, little elf, and heed me well. I am not your plaything nor will I be your chewing toy. If you want blood, be a good little vampire and go find your very own blood bag.”, he pushed her and she would not stop smiling at him but he looked at her with disgust and spoke as such. “If it was up to me, you would off already been dead long ago but the master has grander plans for you and I don’t know what he possibly sees in you. Should you take blood from me again, I will sever your head from your body and devour your very soul.”, her smile then turned to one that was seemingly impressed by his threats rather than fearful of it and he then pushed her back.
The white lycanthrope then turned away from her and she got up once again on her knees before she let out what sounded like a meow which caused him to close his eyes to conceal his rage.
“I am kidding.”, she said to him. “But please, don’t leave me…”, it was a strange request for a Nosferatu to make and he turned his head on the side, believing it was to be a trick. “Teach me.”, she said. “Teach me, please, become my master…”, she requested and he turned to face her.
“No.”, he denied her instantly. “Go back to your brother; let him teach you what you truly are and what you were always meant to be. I am only instructed to be your guardian and that is all I am going to be while you are in the compounds of this castle.”, he said to her as he then leaped up towards an opening in the ceiling and crawled through it while she sighed disappointingly.
She then turned her head to the mirror once more and this time she did see someone in the mirror again but this time when she looked to see if they were there she looked as if she was a child. She seemed surprised and yet she did not care, it was amusing to her. She turned her head back and the human was still there as she leaned her head on the side like an observant dog.
“Hello, Bellindia, it has been a long time since I have last seen you.”, he said to her. “Huh, do I know you?”, she looked unimpressed and looked down upon him. “Why yes, you do. I am your uncle, William.”, he revealed and she then gave the most childish response. “Oh?”, carelessly.
“So you’ve died and became a mirror, hmm?”, she closed one half way and looked up with both of them to show how ridiculous that sounded. “Well, more like a spirit trapped inside of a space between fabric and time.”, he replied. “Ohh, that sounds so much less ridiculous.”, she stated, clearly toying with him and mocking him while she got up to stand as she stripped herself down from her velvet dress that she ripped apart with her own claws before ripping the jewelry as well.
“The white lycanthrope saved your life by giving you his blood. Rendfield was a fool to think that the other two hadn’t nearly dried you out.”, explained William while she began to dress in a new uniform that she found fitting to herself and she then shrugged at him. “How come I didn’t transform into a lycanthrope then rather than a so called vampire?”, she asked and he sighed.
“It is because elves cannot transform into lycanthropes.”, he said. “How convenient.”, she replied and rolled her eyes. “It wouldn’t have mattered anyway. The vampires were the ones that bit you first and therefore their infection had long spread throughout your body, but what they did not provide to you was the blood that helps to sustain your newfound curse.”, William explained. “You mean my blessing?”, she replied and he turned his head with disbelief.
“Look, I know this feels new to you and must be quite exhilarating. You have all this confidence and this sudden feeling like you are untouchable, and…”, as he went to explain how she felt she interrupted him. “Does this robe make me look fat?”, she wore a robe that was the same exact replica of her previous one she wore in life and she placed the belt buckle once again over her neck but this time her robe hung beneath her breasts that were exposed and covered by armor.
“You look like a whore…”, he said to her. “That is just a matter of opinion.”, she replied and he looked on the side, sighing once again. “Look, I’d like to stay and chat but as the white wolf said I need to get out there and find my brother. I had a taste of blood and I need to keep my very adrenaline. I am one addicted bitch.”, she then poked at the mirror and wanted to go through it.
“Would you stop that?!”, he asked due to her poking. “Why can’t I go through you?”, she asked.
“Ugh, that sounded so kinky and yet so right.”, she stated and then he looked horrified. “No, that sounded wrong, little beauty, it sounded wrong!”, he shouted at her. “Oh, so you think I’m a little beauty?”, she asked him as she moved her hair for him. “No, I mean yes, but not in the way that you think! You are my brother’s daughter!”, he shouted back towards her until she shrugged.
“Um, I am his adopted daughter, not related to you guys in any way. If you let me in, I’ll play with myself in front of the mirror for you one night?”, she said to him and he yelled before he would reach for his head and turn around only to fade from existence.
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She then poked her finger through the mirror and this time she smiled as she then stepped inside of it entirely before her body and soul were once more transported through space and time.
“Oh, you got to be shitting me…”, the white lycanthrope said as it seemed she had emerged into a forest where he was. “Oh, hi there. Long time no see…”, she mocked him and he growled. “Go back through that portal or I swear to god I am going to rip your eyes out of your sockets!”, he threatened her yet again and then just smiled. “You really can’t have enough of my eyes, can’t you?”, she replied and he grabbed his head as he screamed out loud while the nearby settlers heard him that were then alerted by his presence as they rushed into what appeared to be houses.
“Ugh, fresh blood bags, is that why you are here? Is this how you hunt?”, she questioned him. “Why, why did your foolish uncle had to send you my way?!”, the lycanthrope was frustrated and clearly angry as he always was, she noticed his mood never changed. “Why are you always so grumpy and negative? Why don’t you just lay back and relax?”, she asked and this caused him to slowly turn his head as he proceeded to slowly raise his claws as he wanted to choke her alive.
“Ugh, please, daddy, grab me by my neck and choke me, daddy.”, she said to him and he then lowered his claws as he then roared before he leaped into the air towards the house. “You, in the house made of hay and straws, you know I can easily run through it and run you through so open the door and let me in!”, he shouted and she looked on with confusion as she stepped closer.
“No, not by the hair of my chinny chin, chin!”, the human male, seemingly sounded like a boy, replied and then Belle seemingly shook her head. “Are you going to let him talk to you like that?”, she asked and his claws clenched yet again as he truly wanted to suffocate her. “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in!”, the white lycanthrope did as he said and then roared towards the house along with the human that was located inside of it that was knocked down over on the ground as it appeared to be a fifteen year old boy.
The white lycanthrope’s eyes turned red the moment he saw him and he was ready to pounce before he got suddenly slapped. In that moment, the white lycanthrope turned his head and she could tell that he was ready to castrate her as the boy fled into a wooden house.
“We’d have to fight for it, but with two bodies we can share.”, she said to him and then he leaned his head forth. “And what makes you so sure I want to share with you?”, he asked. “I’ll leave you alone for a while if you share, I promise…”, she leaned her head down and placed her arms behind her back, moving left and right in her place as he got immediately excited by the notion.
He then rushed to the wooden house that was made from twigs and sticks. The little beauty saw clearly that it was probably the home of yet another child that happened to be in there.
“You, in the house made of twigs and sticks, open up or you shall share the same fate as your fellow sibling from before!”, he yelled and then a eighteen year old female replied by stating. “Um, not by the hair of my chinny chin, chin?”, clearly knowing she would be at a loss and yet she still had the courage to respond in such a matter. “Oh, I like her.”, said Belle. “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in!”, the white lycanthrope repeated his words from before and once again he did the same thing he did to the previous house as he blew even the one made from twigs and sticks away with ease as he knocked a child and teenager down this time.
The white lycanthrope was so eager to seize them but then he was struck once again and this time over his nose like some dog that only made him turn once again giving that same look.
“What is your deal?!”, he shouted before Belle leaned her body and head down, her claws were placed gently on her knees. “Go on, children, the Big Bad Wolf won’t hurt you, for now…”, she smiled after finishing her sentences and the eyes of the children widened. “Off you go now.”, she waved her claws, gesturing for them both to leave and the lycanthrope looked on in anger.
“What, why…?”, he was at a loss for words. “You!”, he looked back to her with rage and then she went to strike him again as he grabbed her wrist but then she was distracted by a house.
This house was different than the previous two for it was one made from brick and stone. It had a firm foundation build from cement and it was also one from her past. There was a memory that briefly flashed back to her mind when she was but a mere little red riding hood that knocked on her grandmother’s door and the lycanthrope looked back as he wondered why she seemed so out of it, so distracted, and when he laid his eyes upon the house he knew why but he did not say…
“I’d like to see you blow this one down.”, she said to him. “I won’t be able to and you know it.”, he said to her. “And so what is the point in even trying?”, he asked and she smirked. “Half time entertainment.”, she replied and then he looked away. “Go find your own entertainment, bitch, and leave me be.”, he walked over to the brick house where there appeared to be only one window and that was on the top where a woman aimed her rifle towards the lycanthrope.
Before she could make the shot, however, another sounded and the lycanthrope was then struck in his right shoulder. He quickly fell on all fours and looked behind only to see Belle shooting at him and then she threw her revolver before taking her bow and arrow. The white lycanthrope then fled and she let lose an arrow that struck a tree as he then disappeared into the woods. The woman on the top then looked surprised and Belle continued to aim down the sights before the woman moved back into her house and her husband opened the door for Belle to welcome her.
“Thank the gods that you came, ranger. Quick, the lycan could be back at any moment.”, he said to her and then she turned only to launch the arrow into his body that impaled him to the wall.
It was then that Belle and the lycanthrope heard the screams of children but not just two children and rather there were now seven. Belle threw the bow on the side and then stepped into the house as the sight of blood had enticed her and her demeanor changed. It was as if an uncontrollable fury had come over her as she reached for his neck and she gazed at his neck before she looked back to his eyes with what appeared to be passion and some form of desire. The man, however, was dying and she could hear his heart still beat and his breath fade away ever so slowly. The white lycanthrope ran to the house and then ran inside as the six children were screaming. He then looked at Belle and then towards the children before she leaned over and whispered…
“I want you to see this…”, she told the human and the lycanthrope over heard before the woman suddenly opened the door only for Belle to throw a knife that impaled her through her heart.
The woman then fell back and landed in a full pot of boiling water above a fire. The children were now screaming even more and those that saw the opening ran up the stairs. The lycanthrope wasted no time and he then roared as he swung his claws around and slew the children one after the other. He had slaughtered them with no remorse, no shame and no pity. He butchered them as if they were a flock of chickens that he could care less for and he even ran up the stairs where he bit the neck of the teenage girl that once hid in the house only to snap her neck before he would devour her whole. Belle turned to the male human and then whispered once again…
“Shh…”, telling him in her own twisted way to hush for it was over and then she bit his neck, particularly at his jugular veins, and she feasted upon his blood before she tore out his flesh.
She then raised her mouth up and rejoiced an unending hunger and unquenchable thirst came over her. She bit again and tore through the flesh for more blood as she kept draining the human that now closed his eyes and died as she kept feasting upon him. The human was long dead but it did not matter as she kept feasting upon his remains, not giving it rest. The sound of the children that screamed soon turned to silence and while she was devouring the flesh of the man her ears twitched as she heard sniveling and crying. The white lycanthrope was distracted and he huffed as well as puffed while he devoured two bodies that were lying on the ground upstairs. Belle turned and then walked to the center of house after she pulled the arrow from the human male’s body that fell to the ground. She did not do this to retrieve the arrow but rather lick the blood that was over it for she wanted none of it to go to waste and then blood dripped on her head before she looked up only for a few other drops to fall over her face. She then opened her mouth and extended her tongue as the drops of blood seemed satiate her thirst even further. The sniveling and the crying calmed down but she could still hear the breathing as well as sensed the warmth. She stepped forth to what appeared to be a grandfather clock and leaned her head on the side with a smile on her face as it once more reminded her off the time when she visited her very own grandmother so many years ago. She remembered looking at the grandfather clock as she spoke to her for she was running late and she felt ashamed that she was. She then opened the clock and inside she saw a little girl who was the youngest of the children. Belle looked down and saw what appeared to be scissors, a needle and some thread. She then remembered that zombie she saw back at Castle Perrault when she was introduced to the curse for the first time and then she raised her right claw over the little girl’s head, caressing her cheek.
“You will make for a fine little zombie one day, little blood bag.”, she said to her and the white lycanthrope then raised his head before he quickly ran down the steps only for his eyes to glare as his lower jaw dripped with drops of freshly coated blood from his previous victims.
“Shh…”, said Belle and the white lycanthrope then stepped closer. “No!”, she raised her voice and he looked towards her. “No?!”, he raised his voice and then she sighed before she looked at the girl only to touch her as the immense cold then knocked the child unconscious.
Belle then proceeded to close the grandfather clock’s door before she then stood up. She then faced the white lycanthrope that huffed and puffed before her with fury in his eyes.
“I said no, you big bad wolf.”, she said to the lycanthrope that then growled. “What? Are you going to huff, and puff, and blow me in too? I would certainly like that…”, the moment that she said that the lycanthrope swung his arm and struck her face as she turned her head.
The white lycanthrope stood there as she then faced him once again and she continued to smile at him before she leaned her head on the side to reveal her neck. The white lycanthrope breathed very heavily upon noticing this and stepped closer as if he was given a prize. He sniffed her and then he licked her lower lip to taste some of the blood from her lips. Belle then grabbed him by the fur of his chest and pulled on him with her claw as he then opened his jaw over her neck, his teeth dragging over her skin and leaving their mark that seemingly both enticed and excited her. She then leaned her head in close and kissed his neck that caused him to press against her as he then reached for legs and lifted her up against the wall that he pinned her against. She then kissed him ever so slowly down his neck as he huffed and he puffed, and he couldn’t take it anymore as he didn’t wish to submit. He struggled to control himself and then she bit onto his neck, driving her fangs deep into his jugular veins as the lycanthrope felt him losing his blood. The big bad wolf then grabbed her and bashed her against the wall but she didn’t let go. He bashed her again and moved away from the wall but she remained. He looked to his surroundings and saw a nearby mirror that he ran to as then ran through it along with her and they re-appeared back at their room. Belle drained the wolf’s blood and the creature tried to desperately shake her off as she pressed her claws deep into his fur and through his skin that it caused him to bleed. The wolf grabbed her head and tried to pull but he was extremely weak before her tails spoke…
“Be a good boy and roll over.”, he breathed heavily and did as she asked, and now she was over top of him. “You belong to me now, you big bad wolf.”, she whispered to his ear as she let loose of his neck. “I will do with you as I please and you will be a good boy, won’t you?”, he breathed heavily and she raised her body upward as he grabbed her waist, and then she licked her lips…