Stripped Down to Bone and Flesh. (Closed to Lye.)

[darkest.desires.]

The smell of death was in the air of the wee hours of the morning, or maybe it was just her imagination. Halloween, all Hallows Eve the day woman could dress as slutty versions of things like cops, bunnies well pretty much anything and of course probably the favorite holiday of the male to be able to see so much flesh. Images of half naked bodies flashed in her mind, mangled and macerated flesh and broken bones ripping through the skin and the left over horrified expression on their faces remained. A shiver of delight and horror ran down the spine of Camille, it may have only been four in the morning on the thirty first of October but the blood thirsty beast was filling her mind with horrifying images of what the beast wants to do. The metallic smell of blood hit her nostrils hard send the beast pacing wildly back and forth in her mind, let me out Camille, let me take control again so you can fade into the darkness for a while... Maybe forever... The filthy creature purred seductively in her mind as it's words echoed loudly causing her to groan. "Stop! Stop toying with me and making me smell things that aren't real!"

Her voice echoed loudly in the empty space around her, a couple that most have come from a tavern looked at her with confusion on their faces. The smell of lavender and booze hit her in the face like a brick wall, the beast howled with blood lust. The sound of her cracking bones caused the girl to shriek with terror rushing to her aid as Camille fell to her knees on the cobble stone road. Her midnight ocean blue eyes were engulfed in a jet black hue as her spine slowly started to elongate, the fabric of her white cotton shirt protested against her arched spine. Loosing its battle it ripped a few places though Cammy had other things in mind rather than a simple shirt, having the girl so close with the scent of lavender and red wine on her breath made the beast fight more for control so it could carve out her belly and rip her throat out and drink from it. "Drew take off your jacket and cover her!!!" The girls high pitched voice felt like shards of glass in Camille's head.

Feeling her sharp jagged teeth poke and puncture her full pouty bottom lip, the taste of blood made fighting this shift that much worth even if it was just her own. Her well manicured nails changed into long black claws with her fingers stretching out to the length that made it unhuman like. "Beth get away from that freak," the male hollered at the female that was apparently named Beth. Just give in and let me end this suffering you know it hurts more when you fight the shift, just give in Cammy. The voice in her head purred with satisfaction that she was on the verge of giving up and letting it have control over her.

Camille hadn't even realized that she was gripping the girls wrist so tight that her claws pierced her skin until she heard a blood curtailing scream and a swift kick to her ribs. "Let her go you freak!" The male pulled back his leg once more to deliver another blow but with ungodly fast reflects catching his leg in mid swing and tossing him on his ass with ease. Standing now she let out an unhuman like growl, "wrong move!" She all but barked the words at him as she lunged feeling her claws easily sink into his flesh like butter. The monster was almost in control but Camille was brought back by the horrifying scream of the girl named Beth her jet black eyes turned back to her lovely blue for a moment as she drew her claws out of the male's stomach. "Run! Run now and don't look back!" Falling off the male she scurried away from the couple in the opposite direction. Her hands were wet and sticky with his blood as she could feel the monster fighting back for control her skull felt like it was splitting in half slowly as she fell to her knees, ripping her dark denim jeans. The sound of the two people's feet faded causing another fight to happen with in herself as the beast loved a good chase. Tossing her head back causing her long honey brown locks that were now stained with dirt and blood fall cascading down her back as a howl erupted from her chest. The howl was cut short by cry of pain and anguish that belonged to Camille this time.

"Oh Goddess please stop this torture!"

[Lye]

Silence gripped those who dined in the tavern's restaurant. The informant seated across from Lye stared through the panes of glass as the horror unfolded. His mouth hung open, eyes wide, and his freshly poured ail slipped from his grasp and into his lap. Unlike his associate, Lye watched from the corner of his eyes with a deep red Salvic wine pressed to his lips. While the stranger slid her claws from the man's stomach, the assassin tipped his drinking horn back. Blood splashed to the streets, and crimson fell down the back of Lye's throat.

"Well," the assassin added, his hand fishing in the satchel tied to his hip. "Let's put this off for later. Drinks are on me."

"D-did you!" his informant stuttered without removing his stunned gaze from the girl as she helped her dying companion hobble away from the beast.

"I did." Lye stood and dashed a handful of gold on the table. "And I'll be taking my leave."

"You're not going after her are you?"

Lye pulled the artic furs up around his toned form, taking care to hide the arsenal of weaponry fixed to his back. His boots clacked against the noisy wooden floor until his gloved hand wrapped around the wrought iron handle. Whispers and chatter between the other patrons began to grow behind him.

"I'm just going for a stroll." Lye twisted the handle and stepped out into the brisk autumn night.

Moonlight eerily penetrated the light wisps of clouds and faint haze of evening fog. Its pale hues outlined the pool of crimson ichor at his feet and every splotch of lost essence from the couple as the fled. Their tracks ended in the far distance where Lye could only see their silhouettes. The male laid against the cold cobblestone, female hunched over his form. Like specters from the mist, more figures emerged from nearby buildings to bare witness to their strife.

The assassin's keen emerald eyes drifted toward the opposite where a piercing howl echoed into the night. As the tavern's witnesses gathered at the windows, he turned toward the inhuman shrieks and steadily strolled toward it. The corners of his lips twisted to a sly grin and the flicker of amusement crawled into his features.

The hunt was on, and a new game was afoot. A test of his skill, and a curiosity in his prey.

Excitement and anxiety built in his chest and trickled down to his feet. The assassin's steady stroll became a light jog, and the jog built into a sprint. Where his boots kissed the frosted cobblestone street, silence was found. His silver hair whipped behind him like the tattered cloth of a phantom. The shadows cast by the moon sped past him until, like the strands of a web, they caught around his form. One after another, they built up until his body mirrored the black of the sky. Then, he vanished from view, his destination approaching.

His unseen watch bore witness to a girl take shape to something feral. Something dark.

And his bloodlust peaked with blades in hand.

[darkest.desires.]

The words were barely uttered out of her mouth before she dropped to her knees from the pain, her bones cracked and popped loudly. A strangled sob parted her lips that slowly turned into a high pitched howl, her clothes protested against her long elongated spine. Her mouth morphed into a semi long muzzle her legs turned more muscular and her feet broke out of her shows as long sharp claws formed on her paws. Her ears were long and came to a point as her fur started to sprout thick patches of black course fur. Her beautiful midnight ocean blue eyes were now engulfed in nothing but pitch black, as the few last few bones cracked and popped into place with her clothes now in tattered rags barely hanging off her body. The site of her to any eye would have made the stomach drop and the heart skip a beat as she was half human half beast.

The smell of blood hit the beast nose and it sent it into a frenzy of blood lust Camille could feel the thing purr with satisfaction as it got ready to hunt its prey down to finish the job it had started. Camille tried to gain control of her body once again as she ran into a mental wall. Being prisoned in her own body she curled up in a ball in the back of its mind as she could see out of its eyes. When a person turns a certain age and he or she is born with the lycan gene if it isn't dormant the spirit or his or hers wolf and or lycan awakens and that person and the wolf share the mind and body. Though when Camille went through such traumatic stuff watching her brother wither away and die from an illness that was casted from a witch that she had provoked along with the witch casting a spell to make her fiancé vanish and parish to war never to be seen or heard from again. Since it was her fault that the two main people in her life died because of her it caused a rift between her and her lycan spirit Cordelia and left a blood thirsty beast.

As the beast took control she knew that is was her fault entirely and if there were to be any lives taken tonight it was all on her hands. The hunt was on as felt the beast stretch getting down into a lower stance sniffing the crimson liquid that had leaked out of the male's abdomen. It was going to finish off what it had started and no matter how loud Cammy hollered or mentally kicked and screamed the wall didn't budge. As the beast stalked closer to the two people Camille could her the girl named Beth sobbing and spitting out reassuring him that he would be alright as long as they made it to the doctors. The poor lovers didn't even see the beast coming up on him as she pounced with one fluid motion onto the male's back sending the female sprawling onto her stomach. It wasted no time sinking it's sharp teeth into the crook of the male's mouth, a strangled scream erupted from the male underneath the beast before he drowned in his own blood.

The beast was bathing in the male's blood drowning out the screams of the woman that had now flipped over to her back and was scrambling away in fear. As the beast ripped the male's throat out Camille let out a blood curdling scream in its mind as she kicked and banged as hard as she could on the wall causing the beast to falter. Stop!!! Stop it right now you horrible thing!!! As it was distracted a sharp pain came from its side as the beast stumbled away from the males body.