"Begining of the Destiny" - Part One

By Roxanne January AKA Roxas Foxx

Roxanne opens her eyes and sees blackness all around. Whether it was from her head that she felt bleeding, her eyesight lost in one eye for now, or her eyes having been without moonlight for a few days, she did not know, nor care. She was frightened, and she tugs forward on silver chains that burn her skin, impaling her wrists with spikes hidden underneath the cuffs hitting something metal with her forehead. She yipped in pain, much like a dog would, and shook her head a few times. Sighing and lifting her head, the girl growls to herself. After losing a mental battle over what happened, she gives into a small rest. After awakening not too long after from the sound of a dog-whistle, she looks around. Looking at the ceiling, or what she could make out from the small amount of moonlight, she saw nothing that could tell her of where she was. She had fear and pain shining strong in her strange, blue and gold eyes. No one ever had reason to hate the girl, but there were those who only wanted to make the pup brake to get the honor that would come from breaking a pup’s mind. Of course, there were sick people who wanted to only cause harm, but Roxanne knew that it should be her instead of someone who would easily kill themselves to escape. Roxanne whimpers loudly over and over, hoping someone would hear her calls of help. Her barks turn hoarse, and she starts to cough. Her throat was deathly dry, and she needed something to quench a dark thirst that loomed over her. She couldn’t even release a small howl, as her throat burned so harshly. The girl yipped loudly, over and over, hoping that anyone who had a good heart would get her out.

Roxanne shook her head in disbelief. How could someone do this to her? A mere 12 year old pup, of all to choose?! Why her?!

"Who did this? You think you can hold a wolf back?!?!" Roxanne snarls, forcing the silver chains deeper into her skin, the spikes driving even deeper. She doesn't feel a metal tap on her chest, and she looks down, wondering where her necklace was.

"Oh... cripe." she says and she shuts her eyes tightly. After a minute, she re-opens them. She looks around again, her eyes flashing red, as dark as blood draining from the torn artery. She looks at the ceiling again, her vision enhanced from the red coloration in her eyes, which showed it was also another spirit held back behind her frightened eyes; one with more of a proud will and a wish to never let anything happen. She saw a man leaning against a beam with a dark smirk in a black, skin-tight armored outfit with eyes that seemed to look right through Roxanne. He apparently knew who she was with the way he looked at her and Roxanne didn’t like the feeling she was getting from him. Roxanne growls and bares her fangs, hoping to scare the man, knowing somehow he would be wishing to do things that she would undoubtedly refuse. She couldn’t shake the feeing that she knew the person, but on a more divine scale, as if she knew him from, if it was possible, another life?

"Who do you think you are?! And why did you take the amulet!" She barks, more fear in her voice than anything else. The man looks at her with that dark smirk, his eyes the color of the blood that ran through Roxanne’s veins... Roxanne looks around, seeing that the area was tightly closed, barely any light in the room that she was held in like a prisoner. She whimpers and struggles against cold metal chains that held her like an animal, behind the cold metal bars that stopped her from reaching the outside of the small cave-like room. The silver chains had spikes under the cuffs and she felt them already into her body, piercing her skin and blood dripping to the floor, the color of a deep crimson.

"If I don't have that Amulet-" She starts, but the man cuts her off.

"You will slowly revert back to your original wolf state, not be able to communicate with humans, and become that Hybrid you are. Why do you think I took the Amulet, Little Roxanne? I'm pretty sure you couldn't have forgotten me, Remember?" He says and Roxanne looks up at the man. He stood right before her, and he grasps her jawbone with a gentle touch. He smirks and makes circular motion under her throat and Roxanne lets out a soft purr. She imagined it was Darkman’s soft touch, but snaps out of it, feeling the roughness of the man’s hands. Looking at The man, she whimpers, trying to stop purring.

"See you can't fight me, Roxanne. You know it." He says and bends down to her level. She was purring throatily, against her will. But she saw this man as her best friend and lover, Shadow Darkman, in her mind as she purrs loudly, imagining he was the one who was using a gentle touch on her delicate skin..

"That's what I wanted, my little Roxanne..." He says and Roxanne opens her eyes, realizing it wasn’t Shadow. She gulps and he takes her jaw gently, dangerously close to her lips. Roxanne looks at him and snarls, her fangs bared as she looked at him with the hate of a wolf chained to life that it was not allowed to brake from. Roxanne stares dead at him, the purrs stopping instantly. Roxanne stares into his eyes for a moment, and then bares her fangs, snarling, as her bones break apart and re-form in a matter of seconds. Her bones mold back into that of a wolf, but not a wolf. Sabred fangs grow out and her paws break apart with the force, the paw spreading widely and her bones making her paws appear clawed and demonic-looking. Her snout grows out and her fists clench as unthinkable pain wretched her body that showed neither mercy nor relief for the pain. Her shoulder-blades brake apart and she growls in pain as she looks at the man, her back a pair of wings burst with blood: one wing a red, unholy, demonic wing, while the other be a white angel’s wing, The sabred creature that was completely reformed looks at the man with a unholy stare… with midnight black fur in a split-second that was coated with blood as deep and rich as the color of the man’s eyes. She snarls and attempts to fang the man in the side, who moves away.

Roxanne snarls and is jerked back from the chains. She growls and bares her teeth; her eyes were blazing with anger.

"Xavier! You Sonofa-" She starts and the man attempts to kick her head, she attempting to bite his ankle. His foot connects with her head and she hits the stone-like wall with a loud yipe. She falls to the floor, a wing had broken and she tries to stand, her energy giving out again. The man snorts with frustration.

"Roxanne... You don't understand, do you? I was the one you pulled you from the Werewolves." He says and pulls the semi-conscious half demon, half angel wolf into his lap. He places a gold and black amulet over her neck; Roxanne looks at him, unknowing of his actions.

"Why? Why are you not going to kill me?” she says and looks into his eyes.

"I have my own personal Ideas I need to use you for.” he says and strokes her fur. She looks at him and her eyes widen with realization.

"What?" she asks and gasps.

"Yes. I was chosen for your mate many years before I was born. You are a simple hound without reason to fight anyone." He states. Roxanne looks at him and stands.

"Now... do you accept me?" He asks. Roxanne looks at him, her eyes harsh.

“No! I refuse you!” She barks, and she moves against the wall back in human form. She looks at the man and he smiles.

“So many lives… You continue to refuse me, and run to that Darkman boy. Why do you choose him over me?” he asks and looks into Roxanne’s eyes. She snarls, her voice cracking from not having any water, nor blood.

“I’d give everything to be with Locnil!” Roxanne barks, her voice pained. The man looks at her and frowns.

“You’ve lost freedom. Only thing you have is hope and the will greater than anyone else. Why don’t you give in? Is it pride, little Roxanne?” He asks, his eyes looking into her crystal clear ones.

“I’m never going to carry your pups with pride,” she barks,” and I wouldn’t allow you to mount me at all! You’re not Locnil, so take your leave! If you dare try…” She does not continue, her eyes showing forced anger in her gentle, crystal blue eyes.

“Why don’t you ever just give in and make it easier on yourself. We both know what pain I’ll cause you if you don’t allow me.” He says, monotone, but mockingly at the girl. Roxanne growls and coughs harshly. Xavier steps in front of Roxanne and lifts her head to look at him. He stares into her eyes, no blush on her whatsoever, but more of a hatred she would not be able to control in later years. Xavier smiles and pulls her for a kiss, setting pressure points on her jaws as to not allow her to bite down of fight back. Xavier smirks and kisses her fully and throatily, tasting the girl’s mouth throat with the intent to getting her to surrender. Roxanne tries to struggle, to bite, or to move away, but to no avail. Xavier pushes her against the wall, and Roxanne gasps, her eyes showing fear to him. Xavier pulls away and looks into her eyes, keeping her jaw fixed. He slowly traces her jaw line, and releases her jaw, which throbbed greatly with pain. Roxanne shuts her jaw with a crack and looks at him, spitting blood from her cracked jaw and saliva from him onto the concrete. Xavier smirks and reveals the girl’s saber that he hid under his trench-coat. He takes it out of the gold and white sheath and looks at the intricate pattern of colors: a silver tip and gold with copper on the hilt, while it was a hollowed out blade with silver melded into the underside. Scowling at the blade, but then smiling, he looks at Roxanne. She realizes his thoughts and actions, and she gasps. He takes the saber and spins it in his hand three times, looking at the scared girl with eyes of a hungry beast that declared it would make her his mate by force if necessary.

“Roxanne… why would a girl wield such a weapon when you have your own,” he pauses and stabs the saber beside her head into the wall, slicing her arm and neck muscle,” Weakness in the blade.” He whispers into her ear, fear in her eyes and dominance in his red irises. Roxanne slows her breathing, and looks at the man, holding back tears of fear, but unable to stop herself from shaking.

“Why do you think you have the honor of being my mate, if...if I did choose you?” she asks, fear shining in her eyes strongly. Xavier smiles and pulls the blade out of the wall, slashing her shoulder again as he pulls it, the wound tearing more. With a final whisper in her ear of:” your mine tonight”, he walks away, leaving the girl to herself, her wounds, and her fear that he knew would slowly break the girl. Roxanne shuts her eyes and looks at the amulet he placed on her. It drained her energy, and she knew why. Lone-Wolf wanted her to rest to erase her memories of this place, and Roxanne didn’t want that. She wanted to remember so she would know in other times of crisis who he was and her own emotions wouldn’t control her actions. Roxanne was weak and fighting herself to stay awake from blood loss from her skull. After looking at the ceiling, she finds herself engulfed by darkness… And a holy light that shone through it as a figure walks to her. White fur and a billowing mane of fur showed herself to be a wolf Roxanne somehow knew, but didn’t.

“Oh, child of Wolves, You have forgotten me.” The wolf states, a holy tone and a female voice that gave Roxanne a sense that this creature was of a greater power than she believed. Roxanne looks at the wolf and raises her head, taking in the wolf’s form.

“No, I didn’t.” she says, unable to say anything less nor anything more.

“You have forgotten who you are, in turn forgotten me.” The wolf says with a wise tone that gave Roxanne a sense of security.

“No! How could I…” Roxanne says and looks at the wolf who smiles. Looking at the girl chained with silver to a wall of concrete, the wolf sees the pain, torment, and fear in the girl’s eyes.

“Child of wolves… Remember… who you are. You are my Daughter, The one who can end this treachery of cold blood and Hate. Will you step to your destiny, one which is Wolf, But human?” The wolf states and looks into the girl’s eyes with wisdom of many lives and many years of life. Roxanne looks at the wolf: she remembered her now. She changes to her wolf form and throws off the necklace that falls onto the stone floor. She looks at the wolf before her with great honor.

“Moon Mother, I never meant to disobey you. You are the one I turned my sorrows, my pains, and my joys to. I did not know of who you were by face, Moon Mother.”

“Do not speak like I am God, Child. I am part of his reign, as you are and never succumb to the male that wants you. Fight him and listen to what your inner self believes. I know you are a scared child at heart, but you are strong and you will come through. Let Pride control your actions tonight, and look for the light in the night...” the wolf states and disappears in the darkness. A cold rush of wind blows in Roxanne’s face and she leans back her head in a howl that was strong with her own spirit. She would not back down.

(END CHAPTER ONE: Who is the man holding Roxanne and will she make it out alive?! Who was the wolf?!)

-Sneak peek!-

“Beginning of the Destiny” – Part Two

By Roxanne January aka Roxas Foxx

Xavier walks into the room, seeing Roxanne’s eyes filled with true fighting spirit. She was in her demon-wolf form. She snarls; her blood-coated fur and eyes not their crystal blue any longer: they were a deadly shade of Green and brown, which gave off specks of gold. Roxanne growls and lets out a shrill shriek that was almost lycanic in level of high-pitched sound. Xavier yells and puts his hands over his ears.

‘But… HOW?! She should have broken by now! And she’s unlocked a DEMON?!’ he thinks and grimaces at the sound. Roxanne roars a Lycanic scream and snaps at Xavier, tearing his pant-leg with Sabred fangs.