Leave me Howling

My Character: Felix Ramirez, a Latino Werewolf from London, England.

Story:

As long as recorded history remembers The Worlds Vampire Covens have ruled the supernatural underworld with an iron fist. In 1736 the Vampires great American Coven split in two over disputes in ideaology. The Elder Council, traditional leaders of the coven were divided. Anton Ramsey a council member and respected leader believed that it was high time for Vampires to actively engage in human affairs. The other two council members wanted to keep with tradition and live isolated from their mortal counterparts, preying upon them only when necessary.

To avoid internal conflict the two halves separated, Ramsey's followers became "The Weavers" while the remainder became "Loyalists". For 300 years the two factions lived in relative harmony, the Weavers and Loyalists continued to police the supernatural world side by side, until in 2009 a dispute over territory between two opposing clans erupted into violence. Niether side would back down, and the ambitious Ramsey saw the conflict as a excuse to put down his enemies, now a Private Corporation owned by Anton an elder is collecting Supernatural creatures, and recruiting an army for a coming war between the American Covens.

Needed:

1 Lovely Lady to Play a Vampire Doctor from Ramsey's coven in charge of keeping Felix sedated and obedient, as well "handling" him on missions and training him for war. She will physically appear between 26-32 in actual fact she can be any age.

First Post:

Silver shards of moonlight illuminated the forest path. The scent of lavender clings faintly to the warm breeze. Not real lavender, more like a perfume, or soap. Felix follows his nose through the silent night. How could he resist? The massive wolf pads swiftly along the earth, he is larger than any wolf should be, easily the equal of a small horse.

He is getting closer, his nose twitches, green eyes are fixed on the fleeing woman. She was in danger, but not from him. He races forward, barking, trying to warn her.

A sting strikes him in the hip, he looks back, a silver dart is stuck in his body. The woman isn't running anymore, she's coming toward him now, calmly. And then he understands, a trap. His world begins to blur, his head spins, and then darkness.

"Hello Felix" A sweet voice says.

--- 3 days Later---

The floor of his cell is cold, and bare. He lays on the floor, naked, shivering and hungry. Felix looks around, what the hell is going on? He remembers chasing after a girl, and then the dart.

"Ahhh the mighty werewolf awakens at last" a man's voice this time. "Welcome to your new home my friend, I trust you'll find your accomodations... comfortable"

There is a man peering through the door, his fat oily face shiny in the flickering light from the hall. Felix groaned loudly.

"Yeah, place is top notch"

His neck is sore, when he goes to rub it he realizes he's wearing a silver collar.

"What's this then?"

"Your new collar obviously, keeps you from transforming, weakens your muscles dulls your reflexes slows your healing, all that good stuff" The fat man chortles.

"Mind taking it off mate? Stings like a bugger"

"What you think I'm stupid? Doc'll be along shortly to give you a run down on your new life, till then... get comfy pup" The fat man slammed the observation window shut.

Felix lurched to his feet, anger bubbling in his brain. What the fuck was going on?

Twenty years had gone by since she had been turned, or at least that was the number that rang through Roark's head when she thought about her age. She looked to be about twenty seven years old and time was being good to her thus far, as it would continue to be if she took care of herself. Of course the best bet for taking care of oneself was to join a coven.

Roark had never really had the choice on that as it was someone of power within the coven that had turned her. They had hand selected her because she was a talented doctor in her own time and that was what they wanted, someone who had that natural affinity, someone who would take the time they had been given to really throw themselves into the medical world and really get to know every inch of every aspect.

Of course Roark was not there yet but she was definitely getting there.

She stood about 5'6 and really did seem to glow, her hair was a chestnut brown and looked to be incredibly soft. Overall, she still had a very human and living look about her unlike most of the others. She was put in charge of their new 'pet' project and while she really didn't like the idea she didn't dare say so. It was about ten minutes later she entered the room, with her was a tray of hot food. She had not yet forgotten how to cook, even though she didn't eat she still liked to prepare food.

"Are you hungry?" She asked simply as she looked at him. He looked incredibly weak, she didn't see how he was going to be a force with that collar on him, not that she was stupid enough to remove it. She let her eyes sweep over his figure taking in the strength that had been there before their meddling.

Felix reached for the food wordlessly, it was a simple meal, hot chicken breast and a bit of stale bread, but he dug in with vigor. Remembering after a few hurried mouthfuls that if he gorged himself he was likely to puke it all back up.

His deep brown eyes played over his captor. "The Doc" greasy fat guy called her. She was pretty, with chestnut brown hair and an aura of seduction hanging about her. If he'd been human he might have been instantly smitten, as a werewolf it was only enough to inspire a smoldering lust. He pegged her for a Siren, but she could just as easily be Vampire. His strength was back to a human level with the collar in place but as some of his power was returned with the food he felt more and more like trying to snap her pretty neck.

"Who the fuck are you?" He asked, between mouthfuls his eyes never leaving hers. He wanted to stand, to draw himself up to his full six feet and demand answers, but he was weak and tired and the food was good, if a little plain. His rapid metabolism didn't deal well with food depravation.

He caught her scent, it was sweet, something modern and expensive. Not the simple lavender that had so entranced him recently. "And where's the girl?"

Roark didn't look too impressed with the look in his eyes. Ok, he was pissed off that was to be expected. She actually would have been surprised if he wasn't reacting the way that he was. She didn't plan on getting back the tray without him trying to hurt her, not that she couldn't deal with him in a weakened state but she didn't plan on breaking a nail for him at this point.

"You can call me Doc," She said simply leaving it at that. She didn't need him knowing a whole ton about her, it would be easier to break him if she kept up a bit of a wall between them.

This wasn't personal after all.

"Don't worry about the girl," she said flatly, clearly she wasn't. "Unfortunately there are a lot of other things you're going to be worrying about and it would be better for you if you concentrated on what was important and what was not." She explained. She was hoping to make this easier on the both of them, this really wasn't what she wanted to be doing but when you're with a coven you do what is best for that coven.

He didn't look happy with her.

She didn't expect him to.

"Now, you're going to work for the coven," she said simply. "You'll be trained in what your duties are and you will be well taken care of, I'm to make sure of that," she said letting her eyes move to the papers that were on her clipboard. "You'll be going through training and if you should so choose to obey and be good you will be rewarded however choose to disobey and there will be consequences..." She left it at that.

"Any questions?"

Doc, was all she wanted to go by? Obviously she didn't want it to get personal, she was staying disconnected from her work. Frosty bitch, a vampire then Felix thought. She elaborated on what he was going to be doing something about "training" and "duties" sounded almost like a military operation. The more she spoke the less he liked her, she had a arrogant superior demeanour, if he could've raised his hackles he would have.

"Obey and be good? You don't know shit about me do you?" Felix glared, his life was defined by his inability to listen, to conform, to be obedient. If the pack couldn't break him, and Alpha wolve's across the continent feared him, then what chance did a Doctor the size of a gymnast have? "First off love, I don't take orders from anyone, you won't train me, you break me, you won't assign me 'duties' try it? I'll kill you, your sire, and everyone else your unbeating heart cares about"

He spit, it hit her square on the face. Felix glared defiantly, did she have the courage to beat him? Or would she make someone else do it? He doubted she had the balls.

"Oi! FATASS, I think this cunt's done talking"

He grinned viciously, at the vampire and took his last bite of chicken.

"I don't have to know shit about you," She said with no malice towards him. It wasn't like she enjoyed all of this crap. She let him rant and rave and threaten her but it was clear that she was surprised when his saliva landed on her face. She wiped it away and it was clear she was pretty annoyed at this point. She expected a fight, she figured that he wouldn't want to listen, unfortunately he would have to learn to.

Just like she had.

"You know puppy you're not the only one that doesn't want to be here," she said though it might not have been readily apparent as to what the hell she meant by that statement alone.

Roark was soon shoved out of the way before she had even had a chance to do anything to the wolfman. The big man, who was much older than she, was quick to start beating the shit out of the weakened werewolf. Roark was nowhere near strong enough to fight off the fat man but it was clear that she didn't want to let the other vampire get involved.

"Get off of him!" She hissed trying to get the big man back out of the door. "You're making me do this then I get to do it my way!" She growled showing a fierce face despite the fact that the big man was much older than she.

Her attitude was typical as was the coming good vamp bad vamp routine. The fatass was alot stronger than Felix had thought, and something about being tossed into the wall like a child should have been humbling. It wasn't, but it should've been. Felix slammed into the stone as the Doc squawked and smacked at the bigger vampire, who for his part mostly ignored her. It was the old one two across the jaw and then a lightning fast jab to the forehead that cracked him back into the wall again.

Finally the guard stopped.

"That about enough you little fuck?"

Felix spat blood on the vampires face. It was about a big an insult as he could muster. His whole world was spinning, and he was seeing double. A few more shots to the stomach and he was on the ground gasping for air.

"All your's Doc" the guard said, stepping out of the cell again.

"That hurt" Felix wheezed. "Pass me the dinner tray would you love? I wouldn't want to spit up fragments of my ribs on this floor"

He glanced up at the doc, who still looked very imperious and tried not to look like he was in pain. It felt like he'd been hit with a train.

"Mind taking this collar off so I can rip his throat out?"

The doc scowled as the guard left and looked at the werewolf who was obviously not buying the bullshit. She didn't think he would but that was how the others had wanted to play it so she had gone with it. She sighed as she handed him back the tray.

With the question of the collar she found herself smirking.

"If I let you take it off, will you put it back on?"

Of course the answer was obvious.

"Listen, I'm gonna check and make sure they didn't hurt you too much," she said with a frown. "With that collar your regeneration power isn't really working at full tilt and I'd like to make sure that their investment isn't too fucked up from their own people," she said.

She didn't move closer however.

She couldn't assume that he wasn't going to tear her apart.

"Ugh" Felix rolled onto his side, trying to cradle all the hurt parts at once. "No, if you take the collar off I'll kill him, for starters and then move on to you"

His body was NOT healing fast enough. Fucking silver had him as weak as a human, he forced himself to sit up, and set his back against the wall. She wanted to inspect him for damage.

"If you find anything broken will you give me some morphine?" he cocked an eyebrow. Painkillers were his friend when his super-tough got turned off. He lifted his arms to let her take a look at his rib cage. In the dark she would have to move a little closer, but between the silver and the beating, Felix looked somewhat defeated, his eyes were closed in pain his breath was ragged, and he was cold. Being naked didn't help things.

Roark still wasn't sure of the situation with him lifting his arms to allow her to inspect him. Sure, he was weak but there was just that part of her that felt like she would be underestimating him. Maybe she was just being silly. The vampire stalked closer.

"Yeah I've got something for the pain," she said as she got closer to him. There was a lot that she was going to have to do to train him and at the moment she didn't really know how she was going to manage that without killing him. It was obvious he wasn't the sort to allow himself to be trained or broken.

Her fingers touched his skin and immediately she made a note to get him a blanket of some kind to keep him from getting sick.

He was supposed to be weak and she couldn't chance him dying.

She was pretty sure that her fingers would be unpleasant, despite how cold he was there was a chance she was colder than him. She was pretty close now as she inspected his ribs.

"Yeah, they're definitely bruised at the very least," she explained figuring that he could figure that much out by himself. "Did he get you anywhere else?" She asked.

Felix let her inspect him sullenly. Just a little closer, he thought, come into the danger zone love, that's good.

"Yeah I've got something for the pain"

"Oh good, none of that Vampire venom shit either!" He said, still breathless. "I'd rather not have you sink you filthy teeth into me"

He jerked away from her hands. Okay the touching was not good, her fingers were like ice.

"When did you feed last? Your hands are freezing!"

He could have grabbed her right then, and the look on her face told him she knew it. Their faces were within a foot or so of one another, but he stayed cool. Letting the Doc do her thing inspecting the damage done to her 'investment'.

"So Ice Queen, what've you got to drug me with?"

Roark found herself rolling her eyes as he talked about the vampire venom shit. The pretty doctor woman moved away to get what he needed. She was graceful, not moving any faster than she needed to. There was no point in rushing about at full speed and having him jar himself into more injuries.

"No venom shit," she agreed, "Hate to break the news but I wouldn't waste the effort of biting you," she continued. "I'm really not into dogs." She was sure that he wasn't going to take that well but she wasn't going to bother playing nice if he wasn't going to.

"Morphine," she said having the syringe ready at last. She came back to him. She was pretty sure that he really did want to kill her, that would prove to be difficult for him right now but there was still the knowledge that he could. She wasn't the strongest of vampires after all.

"If you could kill me how would you do it?" She asked as she stuck him with the needle. There was quite a bit of morphine in there, not enough for an overdose but it was sure to make him calm down quite a bit.

"No venom shit hate to break the news but I wouldn't waste the effort of biting you I'm really not into dogs." Felix glared, it was about all he could do.

"What are you into then? Other Corpses?" She stuck him with the needle. Ah sweet relief, it was only a few minutes away.

"If you could kill me how would you do it?"

"Only way to make sure you blood suckers stay dead, I'd rip you open and take your heart" Felix said simply. It was personal and he meant to offend her, he almost added 'maybe I'd fuck you first' but held his tongue. The guard was back outside the door and he didn't want another beating before the drugs kicked in.

"So Doc, how'd you end up a leech?"

He used the dirtiest slang for a Vampires possible, it was considered universally offensive to call a vampire a leech, the term was actually covered by hate laws in some places.

Roark smirked as he described how he'd kill her. "Aw, straight for the heart huh," she said with a chuckle as if she expected as much. "I'm surprised that you wouldn't do as most of the mutts would and play with your food first," she said coolly.

She didn't like the slang, she was tempted to just let the guard come back in for that shitty remark. Roark focused on letting it roll off of her back, it wasn't worth her time right at this moment. She could get him back later, unfortunately he could probably tell that he had gotten her with the leech thing.

Bastard.

"I was stalked, I guess they wanted a real doctor that knew what they were doing on their side." She said figuring the truth couldn't hurt her any more than his words had already. "Someone that knew the limits of the human body and wouldn't be afraid to push those limits when it came to their experiments," she said feeling that it was odd that she had been doing things like this for such a long time. "I was kidnapped a lot like you were, taken outside of my office, and was changed without consent..." She shrugged, "Made it a big ceremony in front of the coven, wanting to start working on their armies, picking and choosing the best to further the coven's interests." She looked away from the werewolf as she thought about getting him cleaned up later.

Of course they had never gotten their hands on a werewolf before.

"What's it gonna take to get you to work with us huh?" She asked hoping that it could be done the easy way. Of course the way his blood smelled was definitely tempting, especially with him so close. "That morphine working yet?" She was just curious now.

Felix felt of flicker of what might have been pity, but he wouldn't admit it to himself. He was intimately familiar with agonizing transformations, and she was probably pumping the tragic angle to get some sympathy out of him. Make him easier to convince. Just play along little wolf cub, we'll treat you real good until we don't need you anymore, and then we'll put a bullet in your brain.

"What's it gonna take to get you to work with us huh?"

"More than your willing to give" Felix said with a groan, lying back against the cell wall. "Besides, I think your guard friend would be disappointed if I just went along with whatever you asked for"

The guard at the door grunted in reply.

"Doc, you should just use the muzzle" the burly vampire laughed.

Felix glared. Muzzle?

"What's the Muzzle? Plan B?"