The thugs ran through the Cave making little effort to catch up to her. They knew she was headed to a dead end.
"I'm gonna screw that bitch so hard when I find her," said Bee as he held his bloody nose.
Suddenly, a violent trembling on the ground interrupted their running rhythm. Instinctively, they stopped and looked at each other.
"We should stop, it might cave in on us,"
As quick as the rocking had started, it stopped.
"No! we make sure she's dead, otherwise, our stocks will never be safe," said Bee as they broke off into a slight Sprint until he came up to the opening on the ground that was a stranger to them.
Kitsune slowly walked up to the coffin. All over it had strange marks. At the top, the words "THE ELEVENTH" had been engraved in calligraphy English, along with some other symbols and ancient runes that made no sense to her. The design was Arabic either from Egypt or Hebrew.
As she felt the rough texture of the thick box, the startling sounds of rocks dragging against each other made her retreat. Some blood she had gotten on the cover, as she touched it, vanished between the crevices. The lid split symmetrically. The sound of shifting gears reverberated under her feet. Just then the coffin opened.
Inside the coffin, a man lay, his eyes shut. His face had a thick patch of beard, he wore a pair of black pants, and his frail chest was very hairy. His skin was pale appearing immaculate white. She could not exactly tell through the beard how old he was, but his receding jawline and nose suggested his late 20s. The spear ran through his chest the tip of the blade pointing up.
He had sunken eyes and dry lips. His skin was saggy and almost all his bones were visible. He was very slim as if starved, for a moment she felt tempted to touch the man's face but before she could she heard a dropping sound into the water.
She looked back and came face to face with the two thugs. She had forgotten about them.
"Finally, we found you," said Bee as they walked through the water. He had an evil grin across his face.
Her eyes widened and she took a couple of steps back nearly stumbling.
"You brought this on yourself, you know the concept of curiosity and cats, right? Seeing you are a troubling bitch then I have no choice but to kill you."
Kitsune felt a cold sensation graze the palm of her hand. She looked back to the man in the coffin, then felt a sharp feeling like a razor cutting her palm. Her blood dripped on the man's forehead.
By then one of the men was already standing beside her. He roughly grabbed her and threw her aside making her knock her head against the coffin on her head she felt her warm blood flow against her face through her eyes partially blinding it.
"I was going to kill you quickly, but for the trouble, I will return the favor," said Bee.
He roughly pinned her down holding down her hands as his other arm strayed to her thick thighs. He swallowed hard on feeling the sensation of her bare skin. His "cucumber" stiffened as wild thoughts bombarded his fragile scalp. Kitsune screamed trying to wriggle out, but his grip was firm.
"Hold still, I am going to make a woman out of you," he said.
"Bee, hurry up, we take turns remember," said Dee.
Bee then ripped open Kitsune's shirt letting her melons bounce around in her purple bra. This sight of her aroused him even more and was about to touch her chest when his eyes were drawn to the man in the coffin.
"Dee! There is a corpse here."
"Forget about the corpse just drag her down here so we could kill her."
He was about to touch Kitsune when a hand shot out and grabbed him by the neck. Bee was mesmerized and watched as the man in the coffin sat up straight. He felt as though cold steel was clamped on his throat.
"What . . . the," said Bee losing his words.
He slowly opened his eyes. His pupils were a crimson red.
"Hey, let go of my . . . "
"Where am I?" asked the man suddenly, his voice was deep, but soft as well as terrifying. He turned to face the man he was holding everyone went silent.
His eyes then turned to the girl on the ground. Her shirt was ripped open, dry blood on her face and her eyes were wet and swollen from tears.
"After all this time, I wake up only to find scum by my side."
He slowly began crashing his neck. He made choking sounds, and his eyes bulged out, but it was all in vain, then like a twig, he snapped it and let his lifeless body drop.
Dee with shaky hands took out his handgun and shot the man in the head. He fell from the coffin right in front of Kitsune. After a while of silence, Dee was certain, he was dead.
"What an interesting weapon you have there," his voice resonated through the halls. He stood and walked toward Dee, the wound on his head healed slowly and the chunk of lead bullet fell off.
The thug shot several shots, but it did not stop him, he walked in a slow and menacingly like a predator with cornered prey.
He yelled as he fired his gun. "What are you? A zombie? Why won't you die?" he shouted in fear.
He now stood face to face with the thug, compared to him he was slightly taller although most of his muscles still looked like they had disappeared, and his ribs were also exposed.
"I am not a zombie."
Dee, now petrified, took out a dagger and stabbed the man's chest. However, the man did not even flinch. He clenched his fist and punched him hard in the stomach. Blood splattered behind him as the man's fist went through his stomach, and after a moment he fell back lifeless.
The dagger on his chest fell and his wound immediately healed. He began making strides toward Kitsune. Soon he was standing in front of her.
He knelt and scrutinized her for a brief moment. She closed her eyes waiting for the worst. She had never felt real fear for men, but how was she not to be intimidated? He was not and man.
"P-Please don't hurt me."
But instead of pain, she felt his hand move across her face. He held her jaw and looked at her keenly fascinated by her appearance. She opened her eyes and the man gently pushed back some hair that had been stuck in her wound.
"I won't," he said, "after all, are you not my master?"
It was then she was able to take a closer look at his last incisors which were slightly extended he looked more like a vampire man.
"Master?" she asked.
More like a mistress," he said, "are you, not the one who offered your blood a sacrifice?"
He said then picked up her hand and showed a wound that had been engraved on her palm. She was surprised because that was the first she was seeing it. It looked like a perfect circle with a pentacle engraved in it, and an Egyptian ankh was in the middle.
"I see, so it was by accident that I was freed, regardless, I am now bound to you, my mistress."
Still uncertain, kitsune decided to go along.
"Who are you?" she managed to ask.
"I am Cain Philip Joseph but please refer to me as Cain and you are?"
"I am or Ohashi kitsune," she said.
"Are you Asian?"
"Not fully, my mother was British, and my father Japanese."
"What is a British and a Japanese? Is this not Kun land?"
"No this is a remote island in Japan waters."
"Hmm, I see."
He hushed for a moment and put on a thoughtful look. He then noticed her injuries and she was in pain. She had been struggling to conceal her exposed body.
She was very pale and sickly probably from the loss of blood.
"Do you live nearby?" he asked.
"Yes, there is a hotel not far from here, we're staying there,"
"I see allow me to take you there he said, "your injuries seem severe, the best I can do for now is disinfect and give you first aid I'm afraid healing is beyond my capabilities in my condition."
"Thank you," she said.
"You do not have to thank me, after all, you are my mistress."