If these meetings were not necessary then the young woman would do everything in her power to not even attend one. The visits she was required to have were nothing more than continued creative ways for her Sister pack to constantly remind her of her trespasses. The visits were always the same. Verbal put downs, physical restraints and the personal stabbing inquires. Always during this process she felt mortified. Even though she had no ties to anyone within her family she was still being treated as the black sheep of her extended family. The Sister pack could not dispose of her as they wanted to do originally. The best thing in their mind was to not allow her in, but keep her out with an extended leash. To make up for her mistreatment they gave her an allowance, a home, and the freedom to do as she pleased, but only for a cost. Sighing softly the curly hair woman moved her nimble fingers towards the pocket of her hoodie grabbing onto the tiny object. Slowly she pulled it out clutching the toy leopard with faded spots. One thumb would gently stroke the head of the little toy figurine a small smile appeared on her pink lips. She knew she was breaking his routine of having her around, but this was something she needed to do, alone. Her head would lift upwards noticing two hulking male figures making their way along the winding trail that led to the top of her grassy knoll. Sighing softly she placed the little toy back in her pocket as they approached closer.

Two hulking males dressed to the nines silently marched towards her. The tallest one was quite thin, short striking blonde hair barely moved from the gentle summer wind, his sharp baby blue eyes locked on her lithe frame. Beside the callous man was a much smaller, plump man with long chestnut hair with a tightly trimmed beard. His steely grey eyes were shifted downwards as he pulled from his cut-off sleeves a few long silver chains. Wincing slightly at the sight of those particular bindings, her frame would shift uneasily as her back began to stiffen. Her head would lower as an odd buzzing sensation could be felt in the back of her mind as shiver traveled down her spine. It was common for any loner to immediately feel threatened when in the presence of pack members whether they were on their territory or not. The only other pack she had met were the felines and it still caused a dull ache and the need to simply runaway. The rattling from the silver chains caused the woman to lift her head as the two males stood before her. A rough thick accent came out from the shorter plump man as he began to tie the chains around her neck and over and under her wrists.

"Bleiben Sie Noch Immer Mörderin"

Clenching her teeth as he wrapped the chains around her wrists and neck tightly, she tried to stay still, as she felt the burning sensation start to sear her pale flesh. The moniker he had given her stung far worse than any binding they could have used on her. Somber blue-grey eyes shifted to see a malice smirk appear on his dark façade. He would bring his hand up and stroke the side of her scarred face, smooth fingers pressing roughly down two of the four jagged scars, enjoying how she squirmed and flinched in place. Clearly he had been catching up on all of his studies in his chrestomathy. His sickly heavy accented voice slipped out smoothly like oil as he took his hand away from her face and began to dust off his long sleeves.

"When was the last time you went feral?"

Softly the well-mannered woman murmured her answer, her head shifted downwards in shame as the chain around her neck slid down from the movement. When her head moved she caught the faint scent of a familiar dead figure. Hurriedly her dial would shift until she saw the silhouette of the red-head coming in her direction. Knowing what this looked like she called out gently to the woman, giving her a half smile, trying to reassure the young vampire that she was really in no dangerous position.

"I'm okay Isolt...these men are a part of my Sister Pack...they are just taking precaution."

Both males barely gave a glance at the approaching Vampire. The shorter man kept his hold on the silver chains as the taller male sat down next to Raven. His hand tugging on some of her soft golden-brown curls as his nails seemed to lengthen into claws, slowly scratching the skin on her neck underneath her hair. Raven could only sit there as he slipped back into his heavily thick slippery accent speaking to her in in German tongue as she whispered her answers. These meetings were always grueling and she couldn't wait until it was done and over with. That Isolt was here was somewhat of a good thing. Perhaps with another here they wouldn't be inclined to do anything else to her.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven