Fulfilled By Vengeance

The cuts descended from the pack members.

Some bit into his flesh, and others tore his skin.

Yet, Ironclaw held it all in, not making even a sound.

Instead yet another place not so far away, something else was happening.

Cherry, gently got down from the height that was the altar dome with the broken wooden horse in hand.

As she did, she immediately hurried into the dome.

Tears fell from the side of her eyes as she did.

Duster on the other hand had stayed with the other children at the foot of the dome.

He had seen as Goji darted past and into the forest in panic.

Duster did not know much but he had seen as Goji's claws ran down with blood.

And then came Cherry crying as she ran into dome.

The other children ignored her.

Cherry had always been a cry baby.

But Duster stood to his feet and followed after his sister.

And there on the Altar, he watched as Gray laid helpless, his sticky red blood flowing from his body ceaselessly.

His head was jerked to one side, with blood forming a trail line from his mouth.

His eyes remained open and lifeless.

This sudden sight ignited an uncontrollable anger within him. However, instead of breaking down on the ground in tears like his twin sister, the six year old turned around and rushed out of the dome.

Immediately, he followed the part with which Goji followed, his nose leading him all along.

As he pursued, he suddenly dove on all four as he rushed into the forest night.

Duster himself had not noticed but his eyes had suddenly taken a turn from black to yellow.

If the others had seen him, they would have known that his bloodline ability had just kicked in.

Finally, he caught up with Goji that had decided to take a breather by a tree.

Instantly, he dived him.

Goji was sharp to dodge to the side.

His claws and teeth were still out. He was still in his half Werewolf state.

~Grrruhl~

~Grrruhl~

Both of them circled about one another as they growled at each other.

The size between them was comical. After all, Duster was only six and Goji was a twelve year old boy much bigger than his own age mates.

"You killed my brother!" Duster growled.

"He was a Bloodless trash." Goji replied, "There is no place for trash in our pack."

"I'll show you who is trash...~Grruhl~" Duster attacked the bigger Goji...

Meanwhile, back at the altar, Gray laid motionless on the altar.

However, as his thoughts descended into the familiar darkness, for the first time since he came to this world, Gray did not want to die.

In fact, he struggled ceaselessly against it.

The reason for this was simple.

From the moment he held Cherry, comforting her of her tears and fear, something surprising sparked within him, a feeling of protectiveness for the one that was weak.

This was a feeling he only ever got in his former life whenever he protected human beings from the savagery of the Supernatural world.

Gray had given his life, freedom and everything that constituted his person just as this feeling pushed him.

It was the drive that drove his legs to still move forward when they had gone weak, the drive that made him to pick up his sword again and again against all odds, even when all hope was lost and death was in sight.

It was the feeling that made him bruise and break, bend and hurt, but still propelled him forward to the light at the end of the tunnel.

Gray never believed he would get this feeling for a Supernatural creature, after all, this feeling was primal.

Then again, how could he resist it. For the first time in both his lives, he had protected a creature other than humanity and the feeling it gave him was just as good.

It was subtle but still raging like a wild fire within him, and right here, right now, he actually feared for Cherry's fate without him.

After all, even against the laws of the pack, Goji had taken up anger to kill him.

What if he did the same to Cherry? After all, he already hurt her.

The image of the little girl crying helplessly as tears, the evidence of her pain and helplessness fell to the ground.

This suddenly ignited something within him.

As light of the blessed full moon touched his body, his skin seemed to become a different shade as it swallowed the light

His blood suddenly quickened as it boiled like the disturbance of volcano tempted to rage against the earth.

His muscles became tighter as the moon light rushing within them roused a subtle ancient aura.

There was suddenly a low hum in the room, but Cherry did not notice. Her cries were louder, and because of the moist of her eyes, she did not notice that the altar silently glowed.

This ancient dome seemed to come to life, and several symbols appeared on the Mirror walls.

Cherry's head was bowed on Gray's body, but his body suddenly became hot, too hot to even touch and she instinctively backed away.

The little girl saw the dome bright all around her.

No! It was all around Gray.

The altar glowed even more, and it seemed like not just the moon light but also the symbols on the walls were going to devour him as they suddenly rushed into his body.

During the Bloodline ceremony, it was not that Gray had no Bloodline.

No! It was that his Bloodline was so ancient, so strong that the fear of death from losing blood was not enough to rouse it.

Then again, Gray did not fear death.

For him, a more dignifying well of emotion was desired to ignite the primal fire within him.

A purer source of strength fueled by an ancient understanding of life itself. After all, his bloodline was like no other.

This was a Bloodline fueled by Love, but only fulfilled by Vengeance...

(Author's note: Add to your library please)