Whimpers no longer escaped her sleeping body. Instead, she laid there sleeping quietly. The thoughts kept swirling around in her mind like a psychedelic dream, and she had no clue of who was lurking behind her. It was as if she was cheating on him, right before his eyes. The white male continued to rub against her, but Axelle felt wrong and she had no idea why. ”What’s your name?” The massive alabaster wolf turned to her with a puzzled expression, ”Well, what does it say on my headstone?” Axelle looked up, but remembered she was somewhere else right now. There was nothing, but yellow lights around her. Nothing at all. She paused for a moment, thinking. ”Dracula?” The other shook his head disapprovingly. ”No, silly. underneath that.” Axelle’s body jerked suddenly. She reached out a sleep-walking paw and scratched her long Secui nails along the bottom of his grave. She sighed, and continued her dream.
The white male now reclined to his haunches, and Axelle noticed his arousal. Large, just like Kai’s. Probably very fertile, too. Before she could realize what’s going on, the male mounted her. Axelle’s empty mind didn’t think anything of it. She calmly let her, but she didn’t feel anything. No pleasure, no love, no feeling. She could only feel his fangs bite into her scruff as he assumed the natural position. A few hard thrusts, which had her body rocking with his movement, and he was done. Just as his knot pulled against her… She woke up gasping. She jumped up in her spot and snarled at everything around her, but there was nothing there. No white wolf, no knot, no sex. She could still feel his fangs in her scruff and she felt dirty. So dirty. She sat before the gravestone with her head hung low, panting. Somehow through all the madness, she didn’t see Kai lurking in the shadows. When she recovered, she looked up at the headstone and squinted her eyes. So there was something underneath the spray paint after all …
Axelle brought a paw up and scratched it along the bare-looking headstone. It was bare to her eyes, but not to her nail. There were very faint grooves in the stone, but she wasn’t smart enough to know what they read. That would’ve been a job for Kai… if he was there. For now, the mysterious rapist ghost would be known as Dracula, until his name was discovered. This brute must’ve been thousands of years old… Maybe he was a dog of the humans… Axelle looked around for a house, but there was none. They would find out from the name, if she ever did find out. Maybe he was buried here by a friend… Maybe he was one of the early luperci to walk the earth after the apocalypse.. There were so many maybes, but not enough facts. There was one fact: she might have been impregnated by a ghost and right now she didn’t want to see him again. But something made her stay in the spot where she original woke up… Some warm energy that made her feel at peace with what just happened… Maybe it was his way of telling her sorry – there was another ‘maybe’.
Axelle laid back down before the headstone. ”Fine, I forgive you…” She spoke to the headstone because she didn’t see the wolf outside of her dreams… She only felt his energies in consciousness, but his energies seemed to materialize into a living being in her dreams. It was crazy how the spirit world worked… ”Just don’t do that to me again!” Her voice was angry, and she was very aware that she was yelling at a slab of rock. She always thought this Dracula was her friend, not another wolf to overpower her like all the rest. She was wrong, but maybe he was wrong too. He seemed to have apologized in his own way, and she gave him credit for that. Maybe he was genuinely sorry in his own ghostly way. The black and white Marbas snorted loudly, and just by chance, looked to her side. The wind had changed direction in that split second and she picked up on a familiar scent…
A low growl emitted from her throat and her hackles stood on end. ”Kai??” So, he was following her. What? He didn’t think she could take care of herself? She was a Marbas, a warrior of the second rank tier in Anathema. Surely, she could do some damage. Was he going to hold the Halifax situation against her forever? ”What are you doing here?” Her voice was less angry and more serious. It was more like a command for an answer than a question. He had to answer now. She stood in her spot, now seeing his hiding spot more clearly. The wind was not on his side today and switched in just the nick of time. If only he would’ve left while she was asleep…
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