AN: My fair Shepherd whose lace blouse I have covered in flesh, and whose pure face I have stained with blood, are you still worthy to guide me?
Savannah Granger had grown up without parents. She was found on a rainy night at an abandoned theme park by the police, and was later placed in Our Lady of Carnation's Orphanage.
It was not the worst moments of her life, granted the nuns at the orphanage all ran away from her in fear. Some were audacious and would try to at least show her kindness by trying to speak with her but the words they spoke were not in line with the words written on their lips.
Witch! Devil child! Evil! They were so afraid of her, and she never knew why. Then one day someone who said she was her aunt came to the Orphanage. Eilder Granger successfully adopted her and brought her to Fairing Town where she was raised.
Eilder was not the worst either, although she was…. Detached from reality, always speaking strange things….. Devil's…. Demons…. Beasts…. Wolves….
The lights at the alleyway flickered. Savannah glanced up. The damned streetlights had been problematic for a while now but no one cared to put in the effort to get them fixed.
Aunt Eilder was obsessed with creatures that did not exist in this world. Once she had caught Savannah reading a Werewolf fantasy romance book… every middle schooler's hobby….
Eilder prepared water in the bathtub and dunked Savannah's head into the cold, cold water. How long did she stay in there?
One minute? So so cold, Two minutes? The weather around Savannah turned colder, three minutes? The lights kept flickering. No, it was thirty minutes.
What were those words she kept singing while she pressed her fingers in the back of Savannah's head?
Blessed are the wicked,
Who are healed by my hands,
Blessed are the tainted,
Who are cleansed by my hands,
Unholy is the bride of calamities,
Who's impure marriage is annulled by my hands.
"Well, whose this brave, pretty little thing?" A hoarse and shaky voice called out from behind her.
Savannah shifted her head to see a brawny looking bald man leaning against a streetlight. He had an obvious tattoo of a green snake that started from God knows where, running past his neck to the side of his whole face.
Her black eyes narrowed. "W-who are you?" She stammered even though she didn't want to.
Stupid! Why did you stammer? Stupid!
The man's voice contorted into a disgusted expression. "Err… perhaps pretty is an overestimation."
Savannah did not continue standing to listen to him talk, she began walking, taking haste in her steps.
She could have sworn she heard a low growl from him, and then all of a sudden before she could register it, another man was standing in front of her. This man was thin, with a tattoo similar to the other man's. His dark brown eyes turned misty with excitement as he stood in front of Savannah, latching onto her arm with one of his bony hands.
Savannah hissed at the contact, fear instantly caressing her whole being. "What-What are you d-doing?" She gritted out, fear knotting her jaw together.
The man gingerly smiled slyly at Savannah. Savannah's jaw ticked from the tight clench together, and her fingers began to tremble again. She used force to remove her arm from his grasp.
Too easy…. Her mind warned her, but she paid no mind to how easy it was to escape his grasp, just trying to dash away from him.
But her legs did not carry her fast before a ghastly wind slammed against her, her body flung through the air and then she landed against a black motorcycle.
A woman with pink hair suddenly appeared in front of her like the wind. One of her eyes was cloudy and the other one full on black just not darker than Savannah's.
She was wearing a black leather jacket, and leather pants, her belt metallic with a metal skull in the middle. She licked her lips as if she was eyeing her favorite dessert.
"Your heart will taste delicious, Shepherd," the woman spoke, eyes piercing into Savannah's.
Savannah's throat bobbed as she swallowed. Shepherd? Who? Her? Did the lady think she herded sheep or something? What was this about? Her fingers shook violently, whilst her heart pounded against her chest, it seemed as if her pale skin had somehow turned paler.
"Quit it, Millicent, Fox ordered we rough her up a bit, the killing must be done by his hands." The brawny man said, coming towards her.
"Fuck, Fox, Alphaus, I want dinner with that bitch's heart," the pink haired lady- Millicent growled at Alphaus.
In the blink of an eye the brawny man instantly grabbed Millicent's pink hair in his big hand. "You must have trouble comprehending, Milli, how bout I take off your head since it's no use?"
Millicent showed no sign of fear and to Savannah's horror her lips spread so her fangs-like canines could bare at Alphaus. "Fuck my corpse, Alphaus."
Alphaus let out an animalistic growl. "Sick bitch." His own fangs baring at Millicent.
Savannah who was finding herself to get up on her feet was slammed back down by the thin man with a punch to her face.
"Stop fighting! The Wolf's bitch wanted to test her luck."
Millicent narrowed her eyes at Savannah. "Let her run, I'll enjoy the chase."
The thin man grabbed a bunch of Savannah's short hair. "I'd like to have a little fun with her first." He smiled sardonically at Savannah.
Savannah shivered, her fingers shaking wildly. Her eyes widened. "No, no, plea-" another punch from the thin man cut her off.
Stupid! Don't let them do this! Stupid!
She craned her neck back again, enduring the spasm of pain. "Please, no, n-" A rough kick from Alphaus cut her off again, then another, then another kick.
"P-" the thin man had already gone on to rip her shirt with his terrifyingly long nails.
"Stupid whore, Wolf's bitch," The thin man muttered as he begun unbuckling his trouser.
Savannah's heart was racing. Her body ached in pain, all that could function was her quivering fingers, fingers which she used to pick up a shard of broken glass from the motorcycle's rearview mirror.
Her weak hands attempted to stab the thin man in the face but the ridiculous attempt was caught by the thin man.
"Really? You're gonna fight me with fucking glass?" The thin man laughed, still holding onto her hand which was holding onto the shard.
A faded spark of light flashed through the shard in her hand.
"I'm gonna ruin you, Wolf's bitch!" The thin man sneered.
Millicent's eyes went wide, and her steps went backwards. "Jericho," she whispered.
The thin man- Jericho snapped his neck towards Millicent. "What?!" He snapped at Millicent.
Before any words could exit Millicent's mouth crows scattered from Savannah. An olive skinned hand miraculously pressed tightly against the hand that was holding the shard, the moment their hands touched crows scattered like magic.
Faded lights flashed from the broken glass on the ground, and a blurry shadow emerged from the ground in a ghostly manner. It's hand reached out towards Savannah's, tracing gently from the arm to the palm that gripped the shard, crows immediately scattering as they touched.
The figure began to slowly transform, from just a shadow to the undeniably shape of a… man. The man's other hand landed on Savannah's stomach, tightening around it and tenderly lifting her off the ground.
Savannah's body floated off the ground as the remarkably taller person held her higher than her victimizers.
A strong jaw locked, ticking noticeably, keeping platinum eyes that carried the kind of anger that could raise hell on Jericho. The chilling wind blew his black curly hair with green streaks against his face. As he cocked his face to look down at Savannah you could see this thick sheet of tattoos painted all over his neck even breaching his jaw.
Savannah was trembling, her eyes locked on her hand that dropped the shard from fear, without any control of her own hand she watched the olive colored big hand maneuver hers to grip the throat of Jericho.
Her eyes ascended from Jericho's neck to he who held her hand. Those black eyes were brewing with exhaustion.
Platinum eyes looked down at her black ones. She heard a cold monstrously deep voice say, "Rest, Shepherd,"
Her eyes had even lesser control than her hands. They dropped down until only darkness remained.
The pair of Platinum eyes removed from Savannah's face to the thin man in front of him.
"What did you call her? Wolf's bitch." If one looked closely they could see a hint of smile on his emotionless face. "Even in your death I'll make sure to fuck you up so badly you'll wish you were my bitch."
Skin became fur, and the man instantaneously shifted into a huge animal standing on two feet. The fur covered animal growled. The abrupt shift shocked those around.
But what was even more shocking was Jericho's bloody oesophagus was all that remained in the beast's hand, leaving Jericho's lifeless body on the ground….. bleeding.