BRITTANY.

　　I stood up from the floor with my hand stained and covered with blood. I really hate myself as I watched my mother drown in her own pool of blood without doing or finding either making any useful attempt. If I can't revive my mother when she is really in need of help.

　　Then I don't need to be told I'm useless, a pathetic one at that. I don't need to be told I look pathetic and scary right now, my hair was shattered all over my face which was really pale and swollen. I take a last glance at my dead mother before proceeding into the forest, following whatever direction my instincts lead me to. I just hope my instincts lead me to the right place because I can't really point to where I'm going and I can't make use of my power because of the necromancer spell which drains my magical energy force rendering me powerless for some time.

　　I walked without any destination, really felt empty without any power in me. It seems like I have been transformed into another person entirely without power because I'm beginning to be scared of the dark thick forest which I always come to whenever I want to hunt animals or I'm emotionally down. I really hate this new self of mine.

　　I wanted to relax on the floor as my legs were beginning to ache me badly but I didn't have a choice but to increase the pace of my speed as I perceived the scent of a male. Even if I'm weak I can still perceive with my wolf nose. Getting closer to the direction at which the scent was coming from I could also perceive the scent of alcohol oozing from that same direction. I sighted a young man at the front with his back facing me. Different types of tattoo designs were on his body that caused me to turn back because I know I can't find help from someone like that.

　　I turned my back as I felt I was being followed but to my surprise I couldn't find the man I ran away from. I faced my front and my face hit something which seemed to be like human skin. Hope it isn't what I'm thinking? Fear gripped my heart as I perceived the same male scent and liquor scent which lingeried on his body. He was bare chested and filled with hair. I took a step backward and faced the man in front of me. I was able to see his facial expression. He was bulky and huge with manly abs. His face was filled with scar marks which hide his handsomeness giving him the look of a demon human. My heart pounded as he stared at me with lust in his eyes.

　　"What are you doing here? And who are you?"he growled out at me angrily as I didn't reply to him but only shivered in fear. He suddenly burst into a hysterical laughter and moved toward me licking my lips.

　　"You don't, I think I need to know what you're doing here and who you are. But what I need to know is how deep down there maybe is as sweet as you are. And don't prove to be stubborn"immediately I heard this statement, i felt a thorn of pain in my heart. Am I going to get rape right now? I took a look at his face and all I could see was seriousness in his eyes. He really meant what he had said.

　　He drew close to me and pulled me to his bed. There was something about him as he was very aggressive. As he looked at me, I understood exactly what was going on. I took a look at his member to see that it protruded. I realized there was only one thing on his mind; sex, and he looked determined to have it, even though I was having none of that.

　　Despite my attempts to fight him off, he threw me on the floor, pulled off his trouser and climbed on top of me. He immediately started taking my clothes off as I tried to fight him off. He was too strong for me. I bit his left hand but he didn't even act like someone who got bitten. He kept tearing my clothes apart without hesitation as I realized that my attempts were all futile.

　　I bucked my hips in an attempt to get him off and tried to free myself from his grip; he had held both my hands with his left hand and used the other hand to further his purpose. His grip was so tight. He was as strong as a bull or even stronger and the more I tried to fight him off, the stronger he seemed and the weaker I got.

　　Soon, he had taken off all that I wore and he began to run his hands across my body, fondling my breasts and kissing and sucking on my neck and lips against my will. I didn't want any of that but somehow, I was starting to get aroused.

　　He kept going on and damn, he was really good. It was very tough for me to keep fighting but I had to. He was trying to force himself on me. There was nothing mutual about what was going on; just a beast taking advantage of a weaker being. Yet, my body kept betraying me as I let out soft moans intermittently.

　　I managed to get one of my hands out of his grip as he got distracted but as I tried to wriggle free, he landed a slap on my face and tears oozed from my eyes. "Don't do that again!" He yelled.

　　Just as I was starting to regain my composure, I felt him get inside me and I let out a big moan out of both pain and pleasure. I felt my eyes roll to the back as he began to thrust his member in a very fast manner. I was completely defenseless and he was freely using me for his pleasure. He kept hitting me as he had sex with me, screaming and abusing me at the same time. He kept telling me that this was the only thing I could be good at, yet, I was making him struggle for it.

　　I gave up fighting as it was of no use whatsoever. There was no stopping him and I knew it. As he felt my resistance wane, he let go of my hands, held onto my hips and went even deeper. From the look on his face, it was obvious that he loved the control he had over me. All through the onslaught on my body, he made sure his hands were all over me, taking delight from every part of my body as if he owned me. He did. I tried to call out to my wolf but to no avail it seems the goddess is against me.

　　I felt his body quiver and I knew he was close. The thought of having a child for such a cruel and unknown person made me consider breaking free from him. As I was about to do that, I felt something shoot deep inside me and I knew it had already happened. He got off me and looked at me with a grin on his face. I cried profusely with tears rolling down from my eyes. I cursed him with everything that is bad in this world against him.

　　"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it," he said with a wicked smile. "I'm sure you have never been handled by a proper man before."

　　With this statement he laughed evilly and put on his trousers before walking away into the darkness. I looked at the sky cursing the moon goddess for what I'm passing through. My mother is in the cold hand of death and I also got raped by an unknown man in the bid of getting a male guy who would help me take my mum to the old witch has she had said. I stumbled back to my feet but fell down on the floor.

　　He is really cruel I mean he really rough handled me while raping me. I staggered back to feet with the help of the tree beside me, I held the short branch of the tree firmly so as not to fall on the floor. I'm still determined to get the male person who would help me take my mother to the old witch. I should only be thinking of my predicament but I have promised to revive my mother back to life if that is the only thing I would do on earth I don't mind. My core was really hurting so I had to open my legs wide for a while before I could regain and get myself.

　　Regaining my stamina back, I was surprised that I was able to get my strength that quick because of the way the unknown guy handled I thought I wouldn't be able to move a limb for the next three days. I heaved out tiredly before embarking on the journey to get the make guy. I stopped on my track as I got to a side of the forest which had two road intersections.

　　My instinct which had lead me to the part which I was raped by that cruel man. I don't think I have to follow the part because I don't want to fall into another trouble again. But I don't think I have any choice than to follow the second road which my instinct led me to because I don't know anywhere in this particular place. Embarking on the second road which my instinct had led me to, I walked along the road and stopped in front of a river whose water seemed to be neat and clean. I suddenly felt the urge to drink water, my throat was dried and sour.

　　I walked toward the river and squatted down a little bit, placed my hand in the water and scooped some of the water into my hand. I drank to my satisfaction and rinsed my face thoroughly before heaving out in relief. I stood up and my eyes landed on a fish which was swimming at the river side not far from me. I suddenly felt my stomach rumble at the sight of the big fish. To my suprise my canine elongated into fangs and my fingers extended into sharp claws. I was suprised that I could feel my wolf after calling it to help me out of the cruel hand of the evil man who had successfully raped me.

　　Pushing those thoughts out of my head, I moved toward the direction monitoring the movement of the fish. Getting a nice target, I forced my claws into the fish pinning down into the floor of the river. The side of the river was covered with the blood of the fish. I carried it from the river with its tail swinging. I held it firmly and pushed it into my mouth and chewed it quickly with the blood stain on my lips. I licked my lips and rinsed my hand thoroughly in the river.

　　I looked up as a familiar nice scent came across my nose, deciding to leave for the direction. Getting closer, the scent was becoming stronger as I got closer. I stopped on my track as my eyes landed on a man who was in front of a cliff. It seem the person want to commit suicide because he lift his left about to jump into the cliff. As much as I really want to mind my business I decided to save his life. But I don't know what the person is thinking that could make him commit suicide. I rushed at his back and held his left hand firmly and drew him backward. Immediately my skin touched the person. It seemed I had known the person not far away from us. But who could I know that would want to commit suicide?

　　I watched as the person turned his front at me and to my utmost surprise the person turned out to be Damon. He looked at me surprised. I was also surprised to see him in this state.

　　What could really be his problem that would make him almost commit suicide the second time? He must also be having a hard time like I'm having. He seemed to be in great trauma which caused me to wonder what was wrong with him. He isn't looking nice at all even though his handsomeness isn't something I could downgrade because he is looking as handsome as before.

　　It seems everyone has his or her problem.