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####The weather had grown much colder, but it did not bother the malamute-shepherd mixed man. This was, of course, the weather that he was much more used to than many others in the pack, since this was the weather frequent to the area of Alaska surrounding his old pack. While others, such as their King and Dauphine, were bothered by such cold weather, the Constable was very comfortable in it and did not think anything of it. His thick fur covered him in both his dog and shifted form, so Vigilante saw no reason that he should not walk around on two legs, despite by the heavily falling snow. His journey to the city had been cold, but nothing compared to the bitter cold he had been raised in. The outcome of this trip would be worth it, though, as he was coming to look for more pieces of metal to work with. So far, he had not made anything interesting, but he was becoming much more comfortable with the tools and the way that the metal complied to his wishes. Soon, he would make something useful, perhaps for Ayita. He had not seen her, or her children, for a few weeks, but he planned to remedy this soon.
####The house he found himself in now had quite a lot of human furnishings, just as his own did, but it was interestingly decorated mostly in shades of red. The walls were a deep red color, similar to the color of blood, which made him somewhat uneasy, and the carpet almost matched in color. The furnishings were black and red also, a vibrant shade that almost hurt his eyes. On the way to this house, he had passed by a garage that reeked of blood, though the scent was old. Unknown to him, as he had passed by quickly, there had been a fight close by not too long ago, a coyote and wolf side by side. Even he knew the prejudice between coyotes and wolves, and if he had known the circumstances of that fight (or even that it had existed), Vigilante may have been a bit astonished by what had happened there. Thankfully, he was not forced to be a part of such a long standing feud, as his blood was a mix of pure dog breeds, years and years of pedigree breeding before the pack started, many years before the downfall of humans.
####The only reason he had decided to enter this house was because he had seen many metal objects hanging on the walls through the big window in the front by the door. It seemed as if the human that had lived here had been some sort of art collector, judging by the tangles the metal hung everywhere. Frankly, Vigilante did not find them at all aesthetically pleasing, but the humans did have strange tastes, and he knew that they could be heated over a fire to become pliable. Standing in what had been the owner’s bedroom, the mutt ran his fingers along a particularly interesting piece hanging over the bed. It was made up of only two straight pieces, one lying across the other perpendicularly, with a small, metal figurine of a human man with tiny nails in both hands and one in his feet. It was very bizarre, and it sent shivers up his spine. Something about it gave him the creeps, and the appearance of the house and its few rooms was not helping.
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####Prowling amongst the ruins of the human civilization, Lolita knew that his scent would be there, somewhere. If she was lucky, she might be able to trail his scent to wherever it was that the bastard was living. Her attack on the coyote from Inferni, so long ago, had done nothing to satisfy her thirst for blood and revenge. Why should it have helped, though? The only blood she sought would be spilled from either her brother or her uncle, and though she knew her brother was miles away, very likely gloating over her death still, the wretched being that was her uncle was around here somewhere. It had been months since she had last caught his scent, acrid and disgusting to her mind, but the Dahlian was certain that he was still here. It seemed like there was no other option, and that this would be her only opportunity to kill him and cause him the pain that he had only intensified for her. There was no way that this opportunity would possibly be taken from her, and if it was the only one she would ever get, then she knew that she would need to act sooner, rather than later.
####So far, there was nothing, and the deranged woman was slowly growing angry and disheartened by the lack of a trail. . . And then, as if by magic, it was there. For the first time since her death, a light came into her eyes as if she held life within her very grasp. Heart accelerating, she nearly cackled with delight as she followed it, the strength of the trail so great that she knew he was still going to be there when she got to him, but he would never be able to leave. Certainly, she could make sure of that, even if he was a trained fighter and she had very little experience. Still, as with the fight with the coyote, Lolita would have the fire in her emotions and her hatred to drive her forward. There was no way that her uncle could possibly survive what she was going to put him through, and the very thought of that only made her smile in a way that seemed as though she was off to pick flowers, rather than shed blood in a way that would turn her entire body the same color as her flamboyant hair and tattoo. It was almost like fate.
####As she came closer still to the house he was looking through, Lolita ran her fingers through her tangled hair, mood now calm with an unmistakable, underlying charge of excitement. Entering the small house, she scoffed at the furnishings, but found the color scheme choice very intriguing. It was as if she belonged here, and that this place had been destined for her to kill her uncle here. The rooms she checked first were empty, but as she entered the former bedroom, Lolita grinned slyly. “Hello, uncle,” she purred, emerald eyes searching his back for some form of reaction.
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####So engrossed in what he was looking at, Vigilante did not notice that he was no longer alone in the house as his niece was prowling the different rooms. If he had noticed he was no alone, anyway, he likely would not have considered this a bad thing. The house did not have the smell of someone living here, so he was certain that he was not traipsing into anyone’s living quarters. It was simply an old house, dusty and covered in cobwebs from the years of being empty. If he met anyone, surely it would be a positive meeting, as he had met many interesting people in various human dwellings. On one of his more recent trips to the city (and he realized it had been months ago), he had met the lovely and interesting Finn. Now that she was a member of his pack, he had yet to meet with her again, and he would make it a point to do so soon. She had been a very interesting creature, and their conversation had been one that he had enjoyed. Her presence again would certainly be welcome. Among others that he had met near old human buildings had been Heath, a member of his own pack already, even. Soon, he would need to speak with him again, as well. The stallion and he had become closer, and he was still nervous about the idea of actually riding the beast, but he found the idea intriguing. It was something to think about, regardless.
####As the words from behind him reached his ears, Vigilante dropped his hand quickly, the fur on the back of his neck rising instantly. It had been nearly a year since he had seen his nieces and nephew at all, and the tone of her voice was obviously not positive. Was it terrible of him that he did not even know which of his nieces it was that had seemed to find him in such an unhappy state? None of them would be happy about what he had done all those months ago, but he was sure that the woman speaking to him now was more than simply angry. Slowly, he turned, jade eyes settling on a pair of eyes that startlingly resembled his. The rest of her appearance was taken in very slowly: the cream colored fur was the most notable, although the shocking red of her mane and tattoo were noticeable, as well. Simply put, the only recognizable features were her eyes and the shade of her fur. “Lolita,” he breathed, recognizing her at last. Of the four of his sister’s children, she was the one he had expected the least. Pello had been angry and violent, and he was likely to come. Rashelle, always so good at taking orders from her brother, would have followed. Pippa was sweet, but she had been passionate, and if she had been angry or hurt enough, Vigilante would have expected her to come. Lolita had been so quiet and different, and seeing her took him by surprise.
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####This was the moment she had been waiting for, and she was looking forward to enjoying it to the fullest. As her uncle’s hand dropped to his side, Lolita took a step forward, sashaying her hips as if there was music playing in the room. In her mind, there was. The excitement coursing through her veins was like music to her ears, blood pounding and rushing to the beat. It grew louder and louder yet, reaching its crescendo as he turned around, then fell away into complete silence. The look of shock that registered across his face delighted her, and Lolita laughed once more, glad to know she was memorable. This would be the day she remembered most, and while it would be a memorable day for him, her uncle was not going to live to see the next day. It was truly a pity that she was going to put in so much effort and she would be the only one to remember it, but the end result would most certainly be worth it.
####“Yes,” she said, taking another swaying step toward him, “it is me.” Without any warning, Lolita leapt toward him, clawed fingers reaching for his face and hair. As she made contact, the woman grabbed and held one, left hand tangled in his shaggy brown hair and her right hand gripping the skin and fur that covered his left cheek. The man went down easily, despite all of his training, and Lolita pinned him there, crouching over him with one of her knees on his chest. She wanted to drag this out and make it as painful as she possibly could, but she could feel her will dissolving and the desire to hurt him rising. The light in her eyes faded, a snarl erupting from her muzzle that startled even her in its ferocity. Her uncle had not moved yet, seemingly having accepted what was to come for him. At the very least, he had not questioned it, and had not made a move to stop her. Lolita growled again; he deserved this.
####“Do you know what you did?” she hissed, teeth only inches from his ear. “You killed our mother, and nothing else changed. You’re the reason everything went wrong! You’re the reason he killed me!” Her voice had risen to a harsh shout, throat tightening around the words. She hated them both—Vigilante and Pello. Neither deserved to live, and she was about to deliver the necessary fate to one of them now. He would stand no chance against her, and why should he? Obviously, he knew that what he had done was something he needed to be punished for. That was the only plausible reason that he was not fighting back yet, and truthfully, Lolita did not expect him to fight back at all. He did not deserve to fight back after he had killed his own sister. He had taken so many lives, and it seemed as though he was willing to let her take his for the sake of her revenge.
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####It was not as if he had any choice in what would happen to him next. Vigilante knew that he could not fight back against his niece. He simply did not have it in him to even try, a result of the blow from her enraged words. He had known that the young woman would be angry about her mother’s death, and he had been feeling the guilt of it since the day that it had happened. His birthday, which had never held any importance to him when he was younger, would forever be a day of mourning for him. The part that came as a surprise was that nothing had changed, but he could not say he actually expected them to. Everything that he had done and everything that had happened had been predetermined by the Elders of his pack, but there was no way that they could possibly predict the outcome of anything that they told him to do. Only those involved could determine that, and though he had known deep within that nothing would change in his nephew as a result of his mother’s death, Vigilante had done his required job anyway. There was no way that he could change what was going to happen; once the Elders told him what to do, the malamute-shepherd did not have any choice but to do his job. No matter how much it had pained him to take his good-hearted sister’s life, they had both known that he had no choice, and that was why she had been so willing and happy to let him to do. It had been painless for her, but he had been wrenched by the pain for so long. . . He wanted the guilt and the hurt to go away.
####Something else that she said, though, seemed to be of a greater importance. There was no denying that his niece had always been a bit off center, especially with her absurd amounts of unfound ailments, and that she was now apparently crazier than ever, but surely she did not believe she was dead. With her claws sinking into his flesh, however, it seemed like a bad idea to argue with her.
“Who killed you? Why?” he asked, genuinely concerned. He knew that he had caused her a great deal of pain, but he did not understand what she was saying. Lolita was alive before him, but certainly not well, and she seemed to believe that she was dead, and that he had been the cause of her demise. There were many things that he had done in his past that he did wish that he had done differently, but he could not fathom what he might have done to cause his niece to believe that she was dead. There were many things that he could, and would willingly, take the blame for, but this was not one of them. Lolita was crazed and currently had the upper hand, however, as Vigilante would not fight back against her. He could only hope that she made this a quick attack and that she did not plan to kill him and leave him here. Ayita didn’t deserve something like that to happen to him, for her sake. . .
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####Growling, Lolita could not see her uncle as she attacked him, droplets of warm blood spraying her with every motion of her teeth and claws. He was invisible to her, unimportant, and yet this was the most important thing that she had ever done. The only thing that could possibly be more important than attacking and killing her uncle would be to bring a slow, very painful, and very meticulously planned death to her god-awful, violent, murderous brother. Even though she wanted to kill her uncle now, and even though she had a constant desire to murder her brother, she did not see either of them in front of her while attacking the shepherd-malamute man. She could only see a blackened shadow, a blur of still being while she fought to kill him. Lolita had never been a trained fighter; she had never learned self-defense. If she knew how to fight effectively, perhaps she would have been able to kill him swiftly. Despite how much pain she wanted to cause him, she was feeling the awful itch to flee.
####The cream-colored woman with the fire hair backed away from her uncle for a moment again, lifeless emerald eyes flashing dangerously. How could her uncle dare to ask such a question as that? It was absolutely disgusting that he would even pretend not to know. “Pello,” she growled, spitting the name out like poison on her tongue. “You killed our mother, and he only got worse. He found me with. . . He found me with Pippa,” she faltered, her voice losing conviction. She had not wanted to say that, had not wanted to admit to her uncle that she was in love with her sister and that they had been intimately involved. “We were together, and we loved each other, and when he found us, he blamed me, and then he killed me! It’s your fault that the bastard killed me!” she screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks, fiery hair fanning her face with every violent movement as she fought to keep attacking him. Now that she had admitted to him that she was in love with her sister, then there was no harm in telling him everything. All she wanted to do was kill him, but she was too weak. “You are too fucking weak,” she whispered to herself, turning on her heels sharply and leaving the small house.
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