Chapter 4 A Heavy Appetite

"Errhh... yes." he groaned as he swung his meat unapologetically inside of me. I remember crying so much till I truly couldn't cry any longer.

"Ohh Elsa, if you're this good I might have to keep you for myself." My body was decorated by my own blood and I could tell that I was dying slowly.

Osborne relinquished the satisfaction he was feeling from thrusting in and out of me. He kept on slapping my cheeks on intervals, telling me to submit of my own free will. I could tell my body was weeping for me. I thought to myself at that moment; is this my fate? How can something so gruesome befall me?

I always knew being born in Bulgaria meant having a difficult life. But I never imagined myself to fall prey to such circumstances. The thumping resonated the place and I could see Baldur wearing a pleasing smile as he awaited his turn.

My life flashed before my eyes as I slowly gave up a ghost. But something was starting to build inside of me. I could tell, I was being empowered by a strange feeling... an emotion. It was the purest anger. I saw myself floating in an empty void.

"What do you want?"

I turned to face the shadow of myself that spoke to me. It was a strange feeling, my legs weren't on solid ground yet I felt I was standing. The reflection of myself gave off a divine aura. The aura was so powerful i had to bend a knee from the weight.

"I want to survive, I deserve to survive." I replied with a growl.

"If you just want to survive, then why do you think about everyone else in your dying seconds Elsa. You pray that they don't fall victim to your circumstance. Didn't you see how no one cared that you were being abducted. Not just because they were afraid, but because they do not give a damn about you. Elsa we werewolves have gotten so rotten and selfish on the inside that we only care about what serves us better." The shadow of myself said these words with great pain that exuded through her aura and yet maintained a calm demeanor on the outside.

It was fascinating to see myself having this much confidence. I always had a lot to say, but I was never this bold. "Werewolves are not all lost to their selfishness, we cannot generalize it. I've seen the love my father puts into his job to serve others, I've witnessed a stranger risking everything to save a drowning child. I've seen the joy in the faces of little werewolves playing together and it gives me hope. I believe in those little moments. Yes, we might be wild and flawed. But there is still hope for our kind. As long as it lives. I'll fight for that little ray of hope."

I could feel my swollen face and beating heart intensify after uttering these words. "You've answered well girl. People like you make us believe there is still light on earth. Now go. I'll leave you with two gifts."

"Wait but who are you?"

"Trust me you'll find out soon enough for your destiny wills it."

"Will I ever get to see you again." I asked.

"Oh yes Elsa Oppenheimer but you'll have to rise through the ranks of power. Become someone worthy of my time." I was about to reply her back when I suddenly felt myself being pulled through the blackness and void. My eyes opened to the painful reflection of light.

"What have you done Osborne, she isn't moving anymore. Do you think she's dead?"

"Oh no, our client has already waited a week for this package; they won't exercise such patience anymore."

"What do we do now, your sexual urges have killed us."

"Come on baldur you would have gone to, had she not died." Their voices sounded like whispers as I slowly raised my head.

"Brother! Look what the heck I thought she's dead." Baldur said unknowingly, moving back as he spoke. Osborne seemed to have seen a ghost as terror took over him.

"It doesn't matter now, Osborne. At least now I get to have my own fun with her." He said regaining his courage.

"The few seconds I was back from the dead, I was thinking of the best way to kill you. But something in me just wants to eat you. You know slowly from your foot, and that's what I've decided to do." My smile moved to one side of my face forming a scary smirk.

"Can you believe this, she has some balls now to talk. You'll lose an arm for saying that." Baldur transformed immediately into a grey werewolf rushing towards me.

"You might be the dumb one, but you won't be dying first." As he drew in nearer I let the shift ripple through me, my hands elongated with claws following suit. They looked scarier now with extremely sharpened tips. My muscles bulged. In a split second, I struck.

My two hands met his snort in what seemed like an eruption. The collision had so much impact, that his skull twisted mid air. Baldur looked at me for that brief moment. I could almost see regret as life slipped away from his eyes. He dropped like a stone on the ground unmoving.

"Hmm, it seems I unknowingly went a little overboard. He was supposed to die last. I wanted him to see what would happen to you." Everything happened so suddenly. Osborne, watching all this, had already wetted himself in the process. He couldn't quite understand how a weak weak youngling could kill his brother in seconds.

My hands dripped in Baldur's blood as I walked slowly. Osborne noticing this unconsciously moved backwards until he fell. "Elsa you're not like us remember. You are a good child, don't dirty your hands in blood."

"You do not deserve to live, Osborne. You're pure evil and when I look at you all I see is darkness." I couldn't control it anymore the hunger and anger in me. I needed to eat, and I had an appetite for only what was in front of me.

Yes, I knew it was terrible but I didn't feel that way. There was no room for pity especially if I wanted to grow. So I shifted into my werewolf self. Osborne had already crawled to the wall.

My hide was as dark as the night sky, soft like the clouds, and yet hard like a rock." Right now I could see great fear in his eyes but he couldn't move, he tried to but it seemed as though some force was holding down.

My razor sharp teeth dug into his toes grinding and ripping it out with a snap.