Come out, come out, wherever you are...{Ziva/open}

[Zane Demetrius]

This place fucking reeked. I wouldn't be in the god damned swamp if it weren't for the fucking Loup Garou. The high and mighty pack of wolves that saw themselves as some sort of fucking authority over my life. I growled as I yanked vines out of my path. "So, Cole's the Alpha now. Good, I'll kill him while he's king, make him watch as I pick off the rest of his pack and make them all suffer." He'd killed my brother, my fucking TWIN brother. Bastard would have been better off killing me. Instead, he has an enemy for life. Every last Loup Garou would die long before my time was up, I'd seen to that. Used one of their own spells too. Shit, it's not like those honor loving fucks were ever going to use it. It's black magick. Ohhh, scary. Stupid worthless assholes. A waste of the werewolf gene. They didn't even use half of the powers they had. I wasted nothing. I take, and use, and leave only the putrid remains behind in a swath of fury. Carrion feeds the blackest of souls. Me? I don't have a soul.

I'd mapped out their camp's perimeter, giving myself some distance as to remain undetected. If only one of them would wander off! I heard that happened once, a little pup of a girl named Lyra. I watched all the Loup Garou, but I watched the Alpha and his family, those that were closest to him with precise attention. They'd be made to suffer the worst, all while Cole watched. That hot little wife of his, Syren. Yeah, I had a game plan for her in mind. Let's see how the Alpha likes watching his mate get fucked and brutalized while he's powerless to stop it. And his sons...I had some special games in mind for his sons too.

I'd cut a deal with these creeps who ran their operation out of a joint called Tempest Hollow. The place was near a cabin that the Loup Garou bitch, Arwen stayed in. Her and her 2 buddies, Cole's sons. It was her little sister that got wolfnapped all those years ago. Little did she know that Tempest Hollow's people were in on that. The doctors wouldn't let me near Arya, the kid they'd ripped from Lyra's womb. I knew their scents like I knew my own god damned name. And I was damned. I'd damned myself just to get my revenge. I made sure the assholes at Tempest Hollow knew that I worked for no one, but I paid plenty of cash for their drugs. NightStreaker, a sedative that worked on lycans, and cut off all their extra Loup Garou powers. That mind reading, telepathy shit. I had a nice stock of drugs, and intended to use it all on the Loup Garou's. I owed them unimaginable pain.

It was cutting it too close to the bone to get near their camp now, all of them celebrating something or another. They'd even managed to get other shifters into the Luna. I smelled fox, tiger, and even a fucking bear. I knew I needed to bide my time, hence my wandering around the fucking swamps. The scent of another lycan filled my nostrils, and I let out a low, menacing growl as I faced the direction it came from. I narrowed my eyes, but couldn't make out the form yet. It was female...and...holy shit, a Loup Garou. My fucking lucky day. "Come out, come out....wherever you are." I purred with an evil grin on my face. If she didn't come out, I'd play hide and seek, but when I found her, she'd have hell to pay.

[Ziva]

I narrowed my eyes, snarling at one of the Loup Garou's who came to close. I didn't know their name, I didn't care. Hell, I didn't want to be here, not when everything reminded me of those I had lost. My parents left the clan to pursue their dreams of being in the police force until they were sent in a raid and were killed. My goody two shoes days were over, and I knew that anything could happen in a span of moments. Sure the clan tried to console me, but I didn't want it. They didn't know what I was going through. Wait, maybe they did with Stryker, but she was back now wasn't she? I congratulated her on Arya, and welcomed her back, but solitude was what I needed. I was no pack mate, but preferred being alone than being in a crowd. "Just fuck off already," I snap, stalking outwards and into the perimeter that Cole and Mick had run around previously in the day. The cool shade away from everyone provided me with enough to calm down.

I jumped, grabbing onto the branch and swinging upwards, climbing through like a monkey as it headed outwards into the swamp. Putrid air stung my nasals, making me gag, but I carried on. Having no family at the clan gave me incentive to carry on, grabbing branch after branch and cutting my hands on a particular sharp branch and cursing under my breathe. Sniffing the air, I knew I was far away from the clan, but another scent made me freeze before I moved again, slower but more cautious. Finally, I heard the voice, knowing the male had scented me, just like I had scented him, and a desire to bite, maul and hurt rose in me like hot swords. I was pissed off, hurt and angry at the world. "I have a feeling you know what I am." I hung my legs around the branch and swung downwards, looking at the male upside down, my shoulder length hair pointed upwards(or was that downwards?) to the ground before I flipped off and landed. My parents always said my anger would get me into trouble. I didn't know how right they would be.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" I arched my eyes, glaring at him and walking closer. If he knew I was a Loup Garou, well, former Loup Garou since I considered myself more of a loner now because of my tendency to be alone all the time, then I didn't really know what I would do. "That evil grin, and evil aura ain't gonna get you anywhere. Personally, you could kill me now and I wouldn't give a fuck." I shrugged, bending down to pick up a short, sharp stick. Not as a weapon, but something to hold. My left hand moved along my jeans, my converses were dirty and my black jersey I wore with a pentagram on the front was torn in places. Last I wore the dogtags from my father on a chain around my neck, along with the topaz amulet I wore from the clan. It came in dead handy sometimes, and I only just glanced at it. Seeing it now, I saw how it glowed dimly, aware it was in the presence of pure evil. Huh, well, he really WAS evil. Not like I cared much, I cared about less and less these days.

[Zane Demetrius]

I laughed. "I might, oh I just might." I knew exactly what she was, the only question was who. Not like it mattered. She had that same Loup Garou stench about her the others did. Ah, and she's a little fucking show off to. As was plainly evident by her little stunt flipping off the branch. Again, just another waste of the werewolf virus, gene, whatever. "Oh, I don't think doll, I KNOW who I am." I raised an eyebrow. So she really didn't care if she died. Well, that's just to damn easy. Maybe I could make more of this if I didn't kill her. "Thought about it. I really did. But why waste a perfectly good opportunity? Ain't that right, Loup Garou?" I kept smirking, moving toward her.

In one swift movement, I was behind her, holding her close with one arm wrapped tightly around her waist. I'd taken her stick and had the pointed tip pressed to her throat. "The name's Zane, darling." I let go of her waist and immediately wrapped my fist in her hair, yanking her head back at an angle so her throat was exposed. I let fangs decend and felt my eyes blaze to gold. Fuck if I didn't want to tear her to shreds right now and leave her corpse for the others to find. I pressed the point of the stick into her flesh, enjoying the sensation of the skin breaking beneath the wood. I inhaled the scent of her blood deeply. It excited me, filled the deep void within me that only blood, death, and chaos seemed to fill. "And she bleeds red." I tossed away the puny stick and licked the line of blood from her throat.

I threw her down and backed off, pacing a few feet away from her. "So....little Miss Loup Garou, why aren't you with the others? The rest of your fucking clan, huh? Isn't there some big fucking party going on? Shouldn't you be celebrating with the rest of them instead of finding yourself in trouble much to big for a little thing like you?" I watched the blonde closely, evaluating just how much use she might be to me. If I could convince her, seduce her, to my way of thinking, I'd have an inside to the Loup Garou. I'd twist this little bitch around my finger until she did anything I asked. I have her help me kill off the Loup Garou. Nothing hurts more than being betrayed by one of your own, they say. And the Loup Garou hold honor in such high regard, they'd never suspect it. Not even that fuck of an Alpha, Cole. Didn't seem like anyone much cared where the blonde went to, or there'd be others here already. And, of course, when it was all said and done, I'll kill her. She'd only be a pawn anyway, and the last Loup Garou, an all too easy kill. If I waited, played it close, I'd have much more fun tormenting her in the end, the last of her kind. "What is your name, darling?" It's only polite to ask, and to know who you're killing.

[Ziva]

"So the wolf can play games too huh?" I smirk, raising my eyes and watching his every move, keeping my fingers tightly laced around the stick, knowing it wouldn't do fuck all in the way of damaging the other male. Not that I wanted to. I was shocked that he was truthful though, most seemed keen on lying and then claiming they had your best interests at heart, blah blah, fucking blah. "Call me that again bub, and I'll rip you a new hole." I snapped, I wasn't one of them, when my parents died, I only stayed because technically I had no choice and my parents thought it would be best. What did they know? They were dead and gone. My thoughts were broken as I saw him move closer, my eyes never leaving him, until, he was no longer in front of me.

In fact, he was behind. His arm wrapped around my waist, holding me in place so I didn't move. The son of a bitch also stole my sick! Growling as he yanked my hair, with my throat now perfectly exposed, I let my own fangs slid forth, snapping at Zane with a cold, half smirk upon my face. "That all you got Zane?" I ask, shivering in delight as the stick pierced my skin, feeling my own blood touch my skin. "Yes, I do. Why, do you bleed black or something?" Saying it made me want to see it, and a hunger rose up like a powerful tidal wave, and his tongue running along my throat, tasting the blood, made my back arch, fangs aching to bite down. I loved pain, it was something my parents could never figure out. Pain made me happy, and I smiled, laughing coldly before being thrown to the ground. That really wiped the smile off my face, and planting my hands upon the ground to push myself up, I stare at Zane, licking my fangs before staring at him.

"They are not my clan! I may share their name, and live, but as far as I'm concerned, I am not one of them." I walked towards him, wanting to bite and hurt as much as possible, the more pain and hurt I received would be worth it. "I don't care. Really, I don't." I place two fingers where the stick stabbed, pressing hard and feeling a sliver of pain dice through. "You don't get it yet do you Zane?" I mocked, fire seemed to dance within my eyes as I stepped back and looked upwards, the moon shining down gave my eyes a dead look. "This isn't trouble. I love pain, otherwise I would be crying at your feet." Was I crazy? Yea, probably. But like I said, I didn't care. "You want to hurt me. Well go on, hurt me. Cause me pain." I didn't know what I was doing, but I needed to feel it. My fangs continued its low, dull ache, and I wanted to taste his blood, like he tasted mine. "Ziva. My name is Ziva."

[Zane Demetrius]

Fuck yeah, it sure as shit was my lucky day. This little bitch would be too easy. Pain? She didn't know what pain was....yet. I could help her with that. In fact, I meant to. "Well then, little Ziva Loup Garou," I put extra emphasis on the title last name which she detested so. "Let's have it at it shall we?" I gripped my chest with claws instead of hands, throwing off my leather coat and ripping my shirt open at the same time. I was mid-change, dark fur lining my flesh, black clawed hands. My chest expanded, muscle mass increasing. I flexed and roared, and in the same moment, the entire process flowing easily and with incredible speed, I was ON her. I knelt on her, crouched above her, a massive half man, half wolf, an impressive and complete MONSTER. I knew all too well that the Loup Garou had incredible healing, and so long as I didn't deal her a fatal blow, she'd heal and live on. To serve me.

I bite down on her neck, my fangs brushing along her jugular as I tore at her flesh. I purposely missed the vein, called it just too close for comfort. I worried at the wound, claws embedded into her arms. "Start changing Ziva....let me feel your wolf." I tore at her jeans, kicking them down her legs while ravaging the muscle and flesh beneath. I was hard, and she would be mine as I killed her. I burned with the need to feel her heart stop in my jaws as I thrust myself inside, violating her pale frame. If I killed her now, so what? Even if she didn't care about them...they cared about her. She bore their last name. I buried myself to the hilt, fighting for every inch as I pulled back from her throat and snarled in her face. Her own blood splattered against her lips.

"Remember Ziva...remember you asked for this. My little Blondie. Little Loup Garou!" I leapt up, releasing her, a bloodied canvas below me. I flung my body, twisting over backwards and completing my change. Landing on all fours, ten feet, the rank swamp water close behind me, I spat. My claws flexed, digging into the damp earth, a deep growl cascading up my throat. Black and brown fur raised as my hackles and ruff tensed for the fight. I wanted the fight. I craved it. "Come get it bitch!"

[Ziva]

Calling me that pissed me off, anger coursed like liquid through my body as I snarled, fangs glinting in the moonlight. "We shall. Dance in blood." I snap, watching him rip his shirt, stifling the urge to tease him, knowing something would happen soon, it was in the air. The air crackled with electricity, both of us would rip into one another, if one of us died, it wouldn't matter. But before I could steel myself, he was on me, pushing me into the ground. My eyes changed from blue to completely white as if I was blind, but I could see everything in crystal clear vision. "Poor puppy." I whisper, spitting in his face. I could channel the munin, I've seen it done before and I could do it myself. So why didn't I? He had nothing, not the power I could hold in my body and kill him, he would be powerless. I stayed the same because I wanted pain, to feel pain and cause it, because something in my brain was screwed and I got off on pain.

Speaking of pain, he bit into my neck, I felt his fangs crush skin, blood splashing from the wound as I moaned, eyes flashing as I arched my back again, grabbing at the ground and tearing grass with my bare hands. Claws in my arms made my own claws break free from my fingers, and then, air upon my legs. Glancing downwards, I had a moment of blind panic, before he was inside me. I could feel his hardened member in me as I snarled, grabbing his arms and ripping my own claws upon his flesh. Tasting my own blood upon my lips, I was crazed, frenzied, and I wanted him dead! "Pain yea, but rape? Your gonna pay for that one pup." I ached all over, my neck bled, my private area[for lack of a better word in my crazed state] hurt, but that was nothing compared to the snarling frenzy my brain warred with me.

I changed, finishing up with black fur, as black as night with a violet colored ring around my front paw as I pushed off the ground, running towards Zane with furious desire to tear flesh. Leaping off the ground, I skid, tail flicked back and forth before jumping again, my front claws raked along his side, into his rump. Ducking down, I angled my head and caught his stomach, before finding my hold upon the side of his neck. He wouldn't die, this wasn't a killer hold. I knew that much and he may think it was weak. "You still want it?" I snarl to his mind, using my back legs as leverage so my front claws could slice into the neck itself. See, I had good reason for biting the neck. Pulling back the skin[because all us wolves at extra skin around our necks] I was able to make it taut and angle my claws closer to his neck than I would have gotten with leaving the neck skin alone. I wasn't that dumb. I let his neck go, moving to his ear and nipping, tearing a new hole at the top. It would look quite comical if I could admire it, some would think he was getting a new piercing.

Letting go, I bound back, growling in his face, egging him on. To show I was ever so serious, I flexed my claws, raking it in front of his face.

[Zane Demetrius]

A strange wind blew, and not just from her words, her thoughts must have for a brief moment touched the etherial comglomerate of spirits the Loup Garou called the Munin. I'd watched this clan damn near my entire fucking life, I had some of their own spells, and blondie bear was for one moment thinking of them. I knew that wind, that tickle up the spine. It was magick. Gypsy fucking magick. "Fuck you cunt!" I bark into her brain. "You don't have shit on me. You're MINE!" Fuck their magick, I had my own now. Black markets, black magick, its all the same game. My game. She had a good hold on my, I'll give her that. I half changed again, focusing on my flesh in her hands as I gave myself over to the monster that resembled their munin. But mine dark side was far darker that this shining thing could see.

I raked a claw over my chest, grinning malevolently at her as she clawed at my face. The small wounds she'd caused healed over as I scratched a pentagram deep in my chest. Waving my other palm over it, the symbol shimmered red, turned itself and formed a baphomet. [glow=red,2,300]"AGIOS BAPHOMET! IN NOMINE SHATAIN! FEED YOUR SPIRIT! CHAOS I CALL THEE!!!!!!"[/glow] My voice boomed throughout the swamps, the very trees fucking shivered. A slithering in the waters behind me, and a distinct musk/fish smell told me we had visitors, amphibian onlookers. I gave the alligators a mental wink. I sensed at least three, and welcomed the brood.

I reached for her, my stance sure, my manhood still throbbing. "Gotta hand it to ya doll. You've got spunk. Oh fuck it. Who am I kidding?" I was on her again, ramming her pretty little black wolf, so different from the blonde haired golden rebel, into a tree. Leaves and debris showered onto us as I licked her from belly to snout, pinning her in place. "Thought you Loup Garou's were bigger than regular wolves. You look pretty fucking tiny to me." I felt....demonic. There were no other words for it. The strength of the devil himself flowed through me, beefing my already formidable frame up to an incredible horror. "Meet your monster baby. Give us a kiss." I clamped my jaws over her muzzle, my fangs grating against the bone.

I traced a talon, since they were far larger than claws, along her underbelly. "So soft...." I pierced her flesh, her lower abdomen, driving my finger inside her skin, feeling around in her organs. "Did you ever plan on having pups yourself? I could take care of that for you right now. Discount, you know?" I let the razor sharp point of my talon prick her uterus, relishing the whimpers she fought back. "If you truly despise the Loup Garou, you'll kill them. What do you say, doll?" I released her jaws, but kept her pinned to the thick tree trunk and tilted my head to look her in the eye.

[Ziva]

"Wow, you have to call your side huh? Can't beat me like a regular pup?" I snapped back, feeling giddy that he actually called his side of the munin or whatever, while I only thought about it. He had healed, that was fine. I growled low, a growl that meant to fight me as he was originally, not this creature. I wanted him, he was mine, I was his. This was no longer a game, as soon as he changed, it was all on! Again I went to call but again I stopped. "I'll prove-" My words were cut as he reached out for me, ramming me into a tree. Feeling the bark snap and dig into my skin, fur spiked up from the rivers of blood that oozed from wounds and stuck my fur up in odd ways, I shake my head as a rain of leaves and debris showered down upon us, getting into my wounds and making them ache even more.

Feeling him lick my belly to my snout, his tongue felt like fire against my skin, however I didn't move, didn't speak until he spoke himself again. "Well no kidding. Your a fucking monster yourself after invoking the devil in you," really, I had half the mind to call him a cheater, but all other words were drive from mind as he kissed me. My mind screamed in pure agony as his fangs grated bone, yet I said nothing, being a master at hiding pain, only my eyes showed how much that hurt. And how much that spurred me on. An incredible fire like I never felt before burned inside, heating my blood as I gained a whole new level of desire and hatred, a lust to hurt and kill and to prove myself that you didn't have to be a giant to win against a wolf. I bit down against his wrist, clamping hard and shaking, feeling the bones in his wrist and blood that poured into my mouth like a goblet of wine, but much sweeter, much delicious.

His fingers, no, talons where pierced into my stomach, every nerve blazed as his talons raked my insides. "I wasn't planning to but someday I may just get the urge." I whimpered once, one that escaped my jaws as I let his wrist go, staring at where his talons where in my flesh. "They never really did anything for me to actually despise them. But yea, I am not big fan." Kill? Well as long as he didn't kill me after, otherwise it will be monster wolf against monster wolf, and I planned on winning. "Sure, could be fun, watch them squirm, watch as their light leaves their eyes as they succumb to death." My eyes glazed over as images spanned my mind, death, carnage and violence. Oh yes, it would be fun. "Curious, since, you know, can't move or my whole insides will be ripped to shreds. Fun on your part, but I must say, I do wish to kill." I began, speaking to Zane as if all we did was have a cup of tea. "We still gonna continue this? Cos, you know, if you answer yes, then it'll be monster wolf against monster wolf. Make it more interesting." I winked which would probably have looked odd coming from a wolf. Oh well.

[Zane Demetrius]

I dropped her, half disgusted, half turned on like a mother fucker. "The real question is how far ARE you willing to go Ziva? You wanna kill me? Try it." I let go, I released the magick I held and stood there as a human. "I can't die you stupid fucking bitch. You idiotic, suicidal Loup Garou. You smell like them, you ARE them. Deny it all you want, but you carry their name and scent. The munin fucking stirred when you thought of them. Every time I felt it travel up my spine like iced flame." I licked my lips, faintly tasting blood. "Come on, kill me. I'm here for as long as you are. Longer. I'm not going to hell until every one of you Loup Garou die." I laughed, tossing back my head and howling at the moon.

My upraised arms fell at my sides, the alligators still behind us, creeping ever closer. "I'm feeling a bit peckish. What's say we discuss this over a meal, and pick up where we left off? I was...oh, I don't know, somewhere between raping you and killing you. I'm thinking it'll be a real gas to do it at the same time." Make a fucking move already! She wouldn't kill me, I had her and she knew it. She could try. I hoped like hell she did. I wanted her to try and rip out my heart, eat it, fucking shit it out on my corpse. I'd wake up, regenerated, in moments, to shit on her fucking face. Immortality's a bitch.

I walked backward, never taking my eyes of my little prize. I simply felt my suroundings. One brave gator had moved ahead of the rest, completely out of water. For a large animal, they're fast, those short little legs carry that bulk with minimal effort. The trick is to get outside their peripheral vision. I was fast enough to practically disappear in front of Blondie and reappear beside the reptile. I locked my arms around it's neck, shoving my weight against it's leathery hide. "I got dinner darling. On me." I laughed as I grabbed the thing's jaws, leaping up onto it's back. I pulled like a son of a bitch, bracing my legs inside it's mouth and ripping the top of it's skull clean off. I wanted to kill everything in sight, everything in the entire fucking swamp, and most of all, I wanted to kill her...last. Last of all. Last of the Loup Garou. She'd outlive them all, then end my tyranny, my macabre legacy of vengence. Damn...I hope it lasts longer than that thought. It's gonna be a great ride.

[Ziva]

"You know as well as I do thats not possible." I stated simply, he healed after the attacks, faster than I could heal. Even with that knowledge I still wanted to attack though. He let me go, thank fuck and I managed to shift back into human, my clothing was all gone, but that didn't matter. Clicking my neck, my wounds were healing, my neck felt a bit better, but it still hurt. I could live with that pain, easy as walking. "Because I was born in the clan you stupid fuck. Doesn't matter what else, I was born, initiated, therefore I can call the fucking munin." My amulet thrummed against my chest, the chain hadn't broken during the fight, and I touched the edge of the topaz, watching Zane. "You're immortal. Doesn't matter what I do, but I'll die trying. And hey, thats fine. Suicidal? Yea, you got that right." I felt suddenly exhausted, the fight left me and I hated it. I wanted more, but my body was weak.

"Rape and kill, fine, whatever." I was quickly getting bored, hunger rose like a tidal wave in my body.

[not done!]