Where is Camren Moon?

These creatures..... Vampires, Nilphir's or whatever they were glared at them or maybe they weren't glaring just staring, but it's pretty hard to tell when such numbers of eyes are fixed on you.

"Thought it would be wise to provoke a witch, heh." A mocking chuckle slips out from one of them, eyes trained on the Zotal as he observes the burns still festering on his skin - strange - werewolf healing ought to have kicked in.

The Zotal only glares struggling to steady his ragged breathing and hold in the groans of pain that threaten to bubble out.

"Such strange hair, Silver." They observe them, assessing as one would do to a piece of meat they are about to purchase. The remark is one Camren is used to, he could have rolled his eyes but he barely stops himself.

"I sense no Wolf in you, yet from your smell you're are certainly a Werewolf. How odd." He leans close, cold breath fanning Camren's face as he toys with a strand of hair resting on his shoulder.

"Good to know I am the odd one." Fancy a creature with three eyes and no nose calling him odd, Camren chuckles. He scowls, leaning back.

"It would do you well to hold that tongue of yours Wolf, after all being rid of it certainly wouldn't obstruct your duties." It's Camren's turn to glare and he smiles; a strange sight with all those teeth.

Their dull red eyes glow eerily, and Camren has a feeling they are communicating amongst themselves.

"Get in." Green hair and the Zotal are pushed into one of the cars, three Vampires following them. While Camren, Red hair and Teal hair are pushed into the other, the two Vampires slip into the from seats and the gentle click sound in the car indicates that it has been locked.

The car rolls steadily on the road, driving behind the other car. A haunting silence occupies the car, certainly the Vampires don't think it'll make any difference to play music to keep their prisoners entertained.

Camren rests his head on the window, he can't see much of the city because they are driving on a bridge, the houses below look like scattered lights on the floor; reminiscent of stars as they twinkled in the distance. The sky is dark and moonless, filled with thousands of stars. The Witch really is right, Myrelias is beautiful and dangerous.

Red haired is curled into herself at the farther end of the seat and Teal hair sits in the middle, her palms are folded together, eyes squeezed tightly shut as she murmurs in Prytan.

Camren can make out a few of her words that are whispered too loudly.

fusil dili an môthër Selene jañia sjü lû dèlívan nïmõrin calusë liv an pròteçt valí.

Camden had heard somewhere that a verse from the Candlestin could burn a Vampire to death- a belief that was clearly false seeing as the two Vampires at the front certainly weren't bursting into flames.

She's praying - a devotee of the temple Camren assumes seeing as his mother always used to murmur such words every time.

Camren has never been a devotee, never once stepped foot in a temple despite how his mother always tried to force him, why should he? The blasted goddess seemed content just staying high above while watching her children suffer.

If Teal hair thinks the goddess is going to help them then she is in her own. Camren had never left his fate to any god and he wasn't about to start now.

His thoughts are quickly stolen away by a billboard displaying a toothpaste ad; funny, he certainly hadn't thought Vampires brushed their teeth.

The thought keeps him occupied until they are rolling into a darker road, this one far more silent, there are no more cars except for the two leading them to their new home. The trees seem taller and fiercer, their presence's made more haunting by the huge dark birds that perch on their huge branches, red eyes locked on the cars as they caw ominously.

Too soon they have reached their destination, the cars driving past the dark gates.

When Camren pictured a Vampire's house he thought it would be dark and old, with creaky gates, blood stained walls and hundreds of bats, anything but this splendid castle that stood before them - clearly he is not the only one in awe as there is a collective of sharp air intakes from the others.

The castle in huge, smooth black marble walls gleaming with strange flecks of purple and golden lights, they shimmer as though the very stars are trapped within them. An endless row of well kept flowers surround them, their blue colour rich and inviting with strange transparent silver butterflies perched stop them. A huge dark fountain occupies the middle of the compound, the water glimmering with a warm golden glow. At the back of the castle is a mountain, which houses a waterfall that only adds to the beauty and ethereality of it all.

"Move." A light shove snaps Camren out of his fascination. He scowls, silently cursing himself for being enraptured by a place that housed bloody Vampires.

It's easy for someone the ignore the inhabitants when the allure of the castle has you smitten, but once it fades the glowing red eyes of predators become easily noticable.

The whole place his crawling with Vampire's; not a surprise seeing as this was essentially their home, all different, strange.

There were some that looked like the Vampires that were escorting them, dressed in suit and patrolling with firearms - security it seemed.

Others were different; standing close to the flowers are pale Vampires, their skin almost transparent, their pointy ears peek out from underneath their long pale hair, pale red eyes glowing eerily. It's hard to tell the males from the female as they all look androgynous. They are watering the flowers with what in closer observation is actually blood, the flower petals absorbing the red drops and turning more gorgeous and vibrant.

The tall Vampires built like rocks, with golden skin, red hair and bulging muscles are a stunning contrast to the petite dark skinned Vampires with white locs standing with them.

They all looked so different, yet there is one thing they all share; the same red eyes, some deeper than the rest, pointy ears and that blood thirstiness that they all shared.

The walk is silent except for the pained groans of the Zotal, his wounds aren't healing and even Green hair who seems to hate his guts throws him a few worried glances, but the Vampires don't look worried, so maybe the wounds aren't fatal else that wouldn't be so relaxed when one of their precious 'goods' was dying.

"Move it slave." They are lagging but it's hard not to stare when they are surrounded by statues of Werwolves, each depicted in a state of humiliation and weakness, desperation and hopelessness.

"I said move." Teal hair tumbles to the ground with a whimper from the harsh shove.

"Hey!" Camren yells.

"What?" The Vampire growls, it's the same one that Camren had called odd and it seems he is still holding a grudge. "Watch it slave."

"Camren Moon." He tilts his head in confusion.

"Pardon."

"My name is Camren Moon." Camren glowers. "Do not call me slave." He grits the words out, the Vampire seems amused.

"I will call you whatever I want. I don't care about your name, you stopped being you when your Alpha handed you to us. Now you can be called a, b, c , or d and it wouldn't matter, because no one cares." He smirks darkly. "Now be a good slave, kneel, crawl to me and beg with that pretty little mouth of yours, maybe I will spare your life then."

Is it reflex action? That thing were your boy just moves without soliciting the involvement of the brain. An instantaneous action were your muscles just move without you thinking or even telling them to. Well whatever it's called, it consumed all of Camren. He didn't think, couldn't think, his leg just moved slamming into a sensitive organ that had the Vampire crumbling to the floor.

A shocked gasp rippled through the spectating Vampires and the Werwolves, if they had been expecting Camren to do something, it certainly hadn't been that.

The Vampire was kneeling on the ground, hands clutching his family jewels that were hopefully shattered from the force that Camren used in slamming into them.

"Whose kneeling now?" Camren threw him a lopsided smirk. He knows he's standing in front of creatures that can rip him apart in the blink of an eye, but as Vanessa loved saying, he just couldn't shut up.

"I will kill you." The Vampire growled.

"Right. You will need to stand up for that though." Seriously that threat had been overused, couldn't they think of something else.

"Fiesty. Keep that up and you just might survive until you meet the Bloodthorne's." A cold chuckle cuts through the Vampire's growl.

A hush silence falls over the surroundings as the others hurry back to their duties, head kept rigidly down as they did their assigned tasks.

Camren turns and he comes face to face with one of the most beautiful creatures he has ever seen .

Two small black horns peek out above her long dark hair that is twisted together in one huge braid which rests on her shoulder, swinging with every calculated and elegant step. Her swirling golden eyes match the golden stripes on her purple skin that glints in the soft nightly glow. Fangs peek out from her red lips, the colour so deep that for a second one wonders if it's painted with blood. Her shirt is sleeveless, stopping above her bellybutton with the top buttons undone. Black leather trousers cling to her curvy hips, attached to it are numerous weapons and a pair of black combat boots complete the look.

"Stand up fool, you have disgraced yourself enough." She throws a cold look at the still kneeling Vampire.

A flash of anger crosses his features but he is quick to hide it as he struggles to stand, legs trembling slightly from the lingering pain caused by a certain part. Purple lady clearly notices his discomfort because she snorts mockingly and Green hair struggles to hide a smirk.

"Miss Gold." He bows. She waves him away indifferently, gold eyes scanning the Werwolves pausing for a second longer on Camren before they move on.

"The Witch?" Gold's doesn't mask the annoyance in her tone, her dislike for the Witch is clear in the way she mentions her.

"Lady Whitewood refused to come, she said she would reschedule." One of the Vampires reply fearfully.

"Oh did she?" Gold narrows her eyes, but she has already expected this so she isn't suprised. That damned Witch.

"Escort the rest of them inside." Gold grips Teal hair with such a force the poor girl is startled. "You come with me." She chuckles at the look of terror that paints her face. "Don't look so afraid child, it's just a little bite."

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How long would she be missing before the Enforcers started looking for her? Would they really care to look? Had any of her neighbours even bothered to report her missing status? For all they knew she was just the moody emo girl who lived down the hall and never talked to anyone. If she suddenly disappeared they would probably just laugh and say good riddance. She wouldn't blame them though, there where times when even she didn't like herself.

The pain is dull and faint, but she knows its only a matter of time before she begins to feel the full ache of the wounds. Why couldn't she just slip unconscious and never wake up again? She preferred that feeling of floating in an endless black hole to this.

"Ah! I see you have decided to grace us with your presence Miss Emma." She turns, as much as she can with a wounded body strapped to a chair and nearly groans at the sight of the lady in a yellow dress lightning candles around the room.

The orange glow of the candle illuminates the room, giving an eerie touch to the gleaming porcelain dolls filled in the room. There is something about their expression, that has Emma feeling that they aren't just dolls and sometimes when the lady is out, she can hear whispers as though they are talking to themselves.

The lady turns, a wide smile stretching her red lips, a blonde haired and blue eyed doll with red tear streaks painting it's cheeks was clutched in her hands.

With olive skin, ebony black tresses and gorgeous looks that befitted a model, she seemed out of place with this eerie setting. But Emma wasn't fooled, this was not the face of the old woman who came asking about Camren a week ago, before she passed out from the smell of a strange flower, nor was it the face she wore every day since she tortured her. She always left in the evenings and came back with a new face, Emma never knew what she really looked like.

"Where's Camren Moon?" The same question, Emma was almost sick of hearing it.

"I already told you, I don't know." Emma panted.

"So stubborn." She sighed as though Emma was a hard-headed child. "Must I carve it out of your lips before you say it." The cold blade glinted in the light and Emma felt her wounds throb.

She dropped the knife on the table, picking a glass music box from the table. Emma froze, it couldn't be.

She clicked it open, a familiar music that had accompanied Emma throughout her life echoing in the room.

"Such beautiful memories." She sighed. "What a pity if it all went away." Her grip tightened on the box, the first traces of cracks visible on the music box.

"Wait. Silberburn Pack." I am sorry Camren.

"What did you say? I didn't quite hear you." She smiled.

"Camren is at Silberburn Pack." Emma replied, her voice lower.

"That wasn't so hard was it." The music stopped and with a gentle the music box was placed on the table. "It was nice knowing you, I will miss our talks. Hopefully we don't meet again." She chuckled, the candle flickering out with her departure.