ladyhampie
Author: LadyHamPie
Flavors: Rainbow Sherbet (#1 Red)
Toppings: n/a
Title: The Blood Ran Red
Story: Wolfsbane (Prequel)
Wordcount: 420
Rating: PG
Summary: Willow remembers her father’s death.
The blood ran red as it washed from her trembling fingers into the ivory white sink. It mingled with the water, painting abstract pictures against the marbled backdrop.
Even when the water finally ran clear, she scrubbed the mark of her sin away as though to erase the memory from her mind.
But she could not erase the blood soaked images from her mind as they replayed in an unending video loop.
The image of a shadow in the moonless night, a great black wolf who tore at the throat of a smaller, red wolf - his mate.
The howling scream of the red wolf as she fought to escape his jaws.
Herself, watching helpless as her father, the midnight black wolf, all but slaughtered her mother. Her mind had gone blank, shocked at the horrific scene between the two once loving creatures, not knowing what to do.
The flash of silver fur as a third wolf, that rivaled the size of her father, jumped into the fray. The silver creature tackled the black one to the ground and the two rolled in a flash of fur, teeth, and the crimson of blood.
The two were so caught up in their dual, they did not notice as a chocolate brown wolf came to advance upon the red wolf, who lay gasping for air on the muddy ground.
She raised her eyes from her hands to stare at her reflection in the mirror. All signs of life had drained from her face leaving behind a pale, alabaster skin. Her amber eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep.
She dared not sleep for fear that the images would plague her once more.
She did not remember shifting from human form to wolf form. Nor did she remember the silver glow that witnesses later claimed they saw enveloped her. All she could remember was the fear for her mother's life and the blind rage at her fiance's betrayal.
Tears welled in her eyes, threatening to escape. Her hands missed the sink she automatically went to clutch, as she collapsed onto her knees in a howling cry.e
How could she have killed the only man she had ever loved?
Rayne must have heard her anguished scream, for brief moments later he was on his knees on the cold tiled floor, with strong, protectively arms enveloping her in a tight hold. He carefully rocking her back and forth, nuzzling softly into her hair.
And for once in the rocky relationship that would follow, she let him.
The blood ran red as it washed from her trembling fingers into the ivory white sink. It mingled with the water, painting abstract pictures against the marbled backdrop.
Even when the water finally ran clear, she scrubbed the mark of her sin away as though to erase the memory from her mind.
But she could not erase the blood soaked images from her mind as they replayed in an unending video loop.
The image of a shadow in the moonless night, a great black wolf who tore at the throat of a smaller, red wolf - his mate.
The howling scream of the red wolf as she fought to escape his jaws.
Herself, watching helpless as her father, the midnight black wolf, all but slaughtered her mother. Her mind had gone blank, shocked at the horrific scene between the two once loving creatures, not knowing what to do.
The flash of silver fur as a third wolf, that rivaled the size of her father, jumped into the fray. The silver creature tackled the black one to the ground and the two rolled in a flash of fur, teeth, and the crimson of blood.
The two were so caught up in their dual, they did not notice as a chocolate brown wolf came to advance upon the red wolf, who lay gasping for air on the muddy ground.
She raised her eyes from her hands to stare at her reflection in the mirror. All signs of life had drained from her face leaving behind a pale, alabaster skin. Her amber eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep.
She dared not sleep for fear that the images would plague her once more.
She did not remember shifting from human form to wolf form. Nor did she remember the silver glow that witnesses later claimed they saw enveloped her. All she could remember was the fear for her mother's life and the blind rage at her fiance's betrayal.
Tears welled in her eyes, threatening to escape. Her hands missed the sink she automatically went to clutch, as she collapsed onto her knees in a howling cry.e
How could she have killed the only man she had ever loved?
Rayne must have heard her anguished scream, for brief moments later he was on his knees on the cold tiled floor, with strong, protectively arms enveloping her in a tight hold. He carefully rocking her back and forth, nuzzling softly into her hair.
And for once in the rocky relationship that would follow, she let him.