Traitor Wolf

by Sycogerl64

 

 

Thu-thud!

 

Thu-thud!

 

Thu-thud!

 

Thu-thud!

 

The streets were quiet all for the steady pounding. They were strange footfalls that echoed like the moans of wraiths in the near empty city’s back allies. A small girl dared to rise from her bed, hearing the sound of the racing footsteps.

 

“Miki?” she mumbled sleepily, naming her once beloved puppy dog. She remembered what the sound of a four legged animal sounded like. Those running feet. They sounded like a dog to her. Crawling from beneath her covers she made her way to the window, pulling apart the rotting shudders to peer into the moonlit ally way.

 

The girl ducked low to the sill as a shadowy blur raced past. She glimpsed swift legs carrying a dark haired young man, hardly eighteen, through the debris strewn ally, graceful and swift as if he were flying. The pounding of his black and white sneakers sounded precisely like the claws of a dog to her.

 

Suddenly a soft growl drifted up and another raven brown headed figure streaked past. Female this time, also clad in a, dark jacket and jeans. A thin red scarf about her throat fluttering gently. Her breathe was excited, fast, there was a determine grimace on her lips that pulled at her beautiful face.

 

She pursued.

 

He fled.

 

His breath was rapid, not tired yet, but quick. The adrenaline of the pursued shot through his veins, causing his heart to run fast as his feet. He hurdled a fallen dumpster and skidded around a sharp turn, sneakers skidding on the filthy cement as his threw an arm out to correct his balance, shooting down the narrow paths, instinct directing him.

 

Left, right, left, left again, jump, turn, wait, go. . .

 

He gripped his shoulder, hot liquid spreading like warm water under his fingers, soaking his jacket, bleeding through fur that you could not see. His dark, green blue eyes, so intense you thought he was contemplating the end of time at all times, were unfocused, glazed with pain, confusion. Half finished thoughts raced through his mind, disjointed memory, reasoning. . .

 

Betrayal.

 

-I shouldn’t . . . have been . . . trusted. . .I thought . . . wrong. All wrong.-

 

The boy’s foot snagged on a fallen support beam from a demolish construction site, project long abandoned by the miserable humans who’d tried to create something before funds gave out. Now their lack of money would cost him his life. How pathetic Fate was sometimes. The injured male stumbled to the ground, elbows breaking his fall as he collapsed on the cement.

 

Then he heard her snarl.

 

He jerked his head around just as the sleek female figure vaulted over the beam he’d failed to clear. With a triumphant howl of victory (literal or not) she lunged at the fallen pack leader. His green blue grew wide. White fangs, black fur and merciless blue eyes drilled into his irises, reflected on them.

 

“Gotcha!!”

 

“BLUE!”

 

He was on his back in an instant. Blue felt his hind legs drive into her stomach, smashing the breath from her and vaulting her over his head. She screamed, but flipped through the air to land neatly on her feet. The young woman gasped, clutching her bleeding stomach. Human form showing the tell-tale signs of deep claw marks, scraped into her flat belly.

 

She lifted her bloody fingers and licked them, eyeing her prey, blue eyes glittering.

 

“You’re trapped, Kiba.”

 

The white wolf/The dark haired boy with green-blue eyes struggled to roll onto his stomach, pull his legs under him and lurch up. But he was too weak. He couldn’t do it and Kiba fell to his knees, clutching his abdomen in pain. Blood was blooming across the white of his T-shirt, dripping on the ground.

 

“You can’t get away,” she told him coldly. “I can see and hold you in both forms. I’m not some stupid human you can fool with tricks of the eye.”

 

The wolf gasped, his breath wet and choked. Blue knew he was suffering. It was incredible he’d run this long with his injuries, after the drugs she’d slipped him. Her sapphire eyes gleamed in the dark, catching the light and glowing green like an animal’s. (For obvious reasons.)

 

She stepped toward the helpless wolf. Kiba snarled, lip curling back from his teeth and baring unusually prominent incisors in his human guise. His wolf self exposed an impressive set of glistening fangs. Blue couldn’t help be impressed, but not THAT impressed. He was on the ropes. It was all intimidation.

 

An alpha too proud to admit defeat.

 

He’d die first.

 

But Blue didn’t want death here. Kiba’s pain wasn’t her priority, it was Kiba himself. She needed him. As did her master and his partner.

 

“Blue,” rasped the boy. The girl paused, watching him as his shoulders hunched tighter, pain rippling across his body in spasms. The turned an accusing, imploring gaze up to her, dark spikes of his untamed hair sliding into his gaze, ignored. “W – why? Why are you doing this? I thought – Cheza. She spoke with you-”

 

Blue’s hands snapped out, quick as a cobra’s strike. Kiba gasped sharply as the female knocked him back, swiftly leaping on him. She pinned his arms at his side with her knees, legs straddling his chest and clamping her hands down viciously around Kiba’s throat. Her fingers encircled his slender neck and choking off his air. His hands flew to her wrists, vainly trying to twist her off, but she had the use of her weight, health and clear thinking to pin him.

 

“I know! Don’t DAMN talk to me about her!!” she hissed, shaking the injured wolf. Hatred, grief, and anger raged in her gaze, poisoning Kiba with her emotions. He flinched, pain etched on his sadly, attractive features. Blue didn’t let go though. “You thought wrong, Kiba. You and the others may love Cheza. And follow her. WELL, SO DO I!! But I can’t go to her. Never!!”

 

Kiba struggled for a long time, thrashing and twisting like a wild thing, but he couldn’t get free. He couldn’t get free. Her hatred, her jealousy burned like fire, searing his throat. Or maybe it was just lack of air. Why? Why couldn’t she? What was wrong with it? Why didn’t she look for Paradise with them?

 

Suddenly heavy foot falls registered in Kiba and Blue’s sensitive ears and Kiba struggled to see, but Blue tightened her grip on his neck, driving all thoughts of it from his head as he fought for air.

 

“Don’t kill him, Blue. Don’t give a damn if you claw his demon eyes out, but he needs to be alive.”

 

The dark haired girl spun around, blue eyes lighting up at the sound of the familiar voice. Quent Yaidin moved out of the shadows toward his ever faithful partner. Hunched posture, projected by a heavy trench coat, shot gun and bindings gripped in his weathered brown hands. His dark, hawk-like eyes studied the injured boy beneath her, knowing it was that cursed white wolf he’d shot once before. The one that got away. He’d decided it was the white one. The white one was the lead demon.

 

Blue wasn’t one of them though. She was *his* demon. Part demon. She had turned her back on the evil of wolves and sided with him. She was faithful as any dog, not a traitorous, murdering *creature* like the dark haired boy she had caught. Yaidin smiled at Blue.

 

The girl smiled like a young child as he chuckled, finally, finally having something to smile about after all the years of hunting and searching.

 

“Good girl, Blue. Here.” The sheriff tossed her ropes and . . . and a collar. (One of human and wolf form, just as a precaution.) “Tie him up. We have a meeting to get to.”

 

Blue nodded and reached for the collar, finger shaking very slightly. Despite her hatred, despite her resolve she found herself thinking:

 

-Forgive me.-

 

Kiba’s world was swimming; a hazy mixture of moonlight, darkness and cobalt blue. Blue. She’d betrayed him. She’d betrayed them all. For Yaiden! For the wolf killer. Even after meeting *her*. Even after discovering *what* she was.

 

Kiba felt something slid around his neck, the groan of a tightening leather strap filling his senses. Horror surged through his being, overpowering his mind suddenly was the powerful instinct that he HAD to get away at all costs. He could NOT let that strap get around his throat!

 

“NO!” he screamed, thrashing and flailing his arms blindly, swinging at the blurry form of the female sitting atop him. He felt his arms being struck away and the collar tightening cruelly on his throat. A chain snapped into place, fastening to his neck. Caging him. Like a house pet.

 

“NO!! No! Blue!!! Don’t!” he shouted desperately. There was fear in his voice, edging on hysteria. She was going to collar him! She was actually going to give him to the humans!

 

His fingers, slick with his own blood grappled uselessly with her. His green-blue eyes fastened on hers, fear, betrayal, and wild incomprehension swirling in his gaze. His grip slackened from her wrists. “Blue,” he pleaded, softly, repeating her name. “Blue, please.”

 

She looked sadly at the wolf as he slipped into a drugged sleep, eyes fluttering weakly as he fought the chemicals.

 

“I’m not a wolf, Kiba. I’m only half,” she told him bleakly.

 

The pack leader didn’t hear anything else. Her blue eyes faded into cold darkness, and he was drowning in shadow.

 

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Across the city, Cheza sat up next to Hige and Toboe. Her bright, ruby red eyes shone bright in the moonlight, contrasting with the alabaster hue of her skin. Pearly, shimming beads of water seeped from her eyes, streaking twin paths down her pale cheeks to drip from her chin.

 

Tsume sat up, golden eyes darting toward the girl, taking in her tears and stunned posture, hunched over, fingers clasped over her heart. Toboe had been the first up, sensitive to Cheza’s pain, he sat beside her, whimpering slightly. His boyish feature creased in worry for the girl. Hige (of course) woke last, blinking up at the Flower Maiden and yawning as he scratched the back of his head, running fingers though his messy orange hair.

 

He yawned again and mumbled sleepily, “Whats th’ matter, Cheza?”

 

The girl clenched her hand tighter and a fresh stream of tears dripped from her face.

 

“Where is Kiba. Where is Kiba? Where? Where? Where. . .”

 

And into the night, on went her soft, broken refrain. Calling to the wolf and receiving no answer.

 

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Author’s Note: OK. I have a question before I go on. In the first episode that Cheza talks she talks about herself in third person. . . does she do that through the whole series or does she grow out of it? If you have any examples I’d be MOST grateful. Please tell me what you think. 

 

Later days!

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