Jazzy - In the Shadows

Wolf pushed Tony harder against the door, smiling in satisfaction at his painful grunt. Tony grabbed Wolf's hands and tried to push them away, trying anything to escape his grasp, but it was useless. Wolf was physically stronger than he was but perhaps he could reason with him or convince Wolf to let him go. They had already wasted so much time; there were only four days left.

"Wolf, come on, let go. You don't know what you're doing," Tony said calmly and slowly as if he was talking to a small child. Any comment could set Wolf off; he didn't want to be the owner of that sentence.

"Oh, I don't, huh? Well, then I guess you do. What exactly am I doing Tony?" Wolf asked cruelly, a deep tone of rage crept through his voice.

"Something I know you'll regret." He paused. "Just let me go, all right? We need to find those crystals for Virginia, so just let me go, and we can get her."

"I don't need you," he said softly, almost happily.

"Ye--Yes you do, Wolf. I just got the yellow crystal, so now we can get the third." As soon as the words left his mouth. he scolded himself, he didn't think telling Wolf about the crystal was a good idea, he was already suspicious about it.

"I don't need you," Wolf repeated, adding a smile this time. "I already have it." He held up his right hand, still holding Tony tightly with his left, and revealed the yellow crystal gripped securely in his hand. Tony stared at it, open mouthed, and then shut his eyes tightly. Damn. "Now, I have two of the crystals, it'll be easy to find the third. I don't need you," he repeated coldly.

Tony hesitated and then his eyes lit up. "Yes you do!" He said confidently.

"Oh really? And why is that?"

"You don't have the mirror," he said with a hint of gloat in his voice.

Wolf's smile shrank, and his grip loosened. His eyes shot around frantically, and his eyebrows sunk in deep thought. A moment passed and the two stood motionless. Tony searched for a quick escape, anything that could help him. Wolf suddenly shot his eyes to Tony and slammed him against the wall again.

"Where is it!?" Wolf shouted. His eyes burned yellow and his fangs crept out from the side of his mouth. "Tell me now!"

Samantha stared at the axe for a long, suspended moment. Everything around her was a total blur; all she could see was the red and silver axe glistening in the moonlight, calling to her, pulling her over to it. Before she knew what happened, her hands were gripped around the wooden handle and she was taking quick, long strides to the house.

She stopped. "What the hell am I doing?" she questioned herself quietly. For the first time in minutes, she took her eyes off the axe and looked at the house. "I can't hurt Wolf," she said, ashamed of the thoughts that had been running in her mind. "But I have to do something."

Her pace resumed and Samantha turned the other way, to the right of the house, and ran. She ran around the right side and to the back. There wasn't a door, but the was a small window, coming from her room. Thank goodness it was already opened. She quickly threw the axe through the window and shortly followed.

Once inside, she grabbed the handle and crept through the back of her house. Having lived there all her life, she knew where each creaking board was in the house. She easily avoided each of them, and made her way into the kitchen. Wolf's back was to her and Tony was pressed to the door quite roughly.

Realizing that Wolf would pick up on her scent, she knew she had very little time to act. What was she going to do? She wasn't sure how she could save Tony without injuring Wolf. She had to make it up as she went.

She watched Wolf unwaveringly, not daring to turn her back on him for even a slight instant. He was whispering to Tony, but she could still hear harshness and venom in his tone as he spoke. She tried to control her breathing, trying to keep it shallow, but heavy gasps escaped every now and then, making her heart beat rise and her control over it more difficult. She watched, horrified, as Wolf's head tilted back. He had her scent. She wasted not a moment longer.

"Let him go," she demanded, tightening her grip on the ax. Her knuckles turned white and her hands began to throb.

Wolf half turned away from Tony and saw Samantha out of the corner of his eye, holding a pretty sharp axe. Wolf made no attempt to do anything.

"Let him GO!" she repeated louder.

Tony nodded. "Come on, do what she says, all right? Let's talk about this, we can work it out." He knew it probably wouldn't work, but it was worth a shot.

"Work WHAT out? I'm an animal. I'll always be an animal. A disgusting beast that EVERYONE wants to destroy." His voice was cold and detached. He let go of Tony and turned to Samantha. He looked at her evilly and then stared at the axe, his eyes filled with hate and pain. "Everyone," he repeated.

Samantha swallowed, quite audibly. She crept into the back rooms where she had came from, Wolf following her every move.

"Wolf, leave her alone." Tony paused. He had to convince him to let her be. "Come on, let's get you something to eat," he said. He grabbed Wolf's arm and tried to pull him back towards the front door, but only succeeded in making him angry.

"Let. Go. Of. My. Arm," Wolf said slowly. Tony didn't obey.

Wolf flung around and yanked Tony's arm off of him. He once again pushed Tony to the door, this time as hard as he could. He was aiming for the door, but missed his target. Tony flew backwards and slammed the back of his head against the doorknob. He slumped to the ground, and was still.

Wolf watched and felt very little, if any, guilt for what he'd done. When he was sure that Tony wasn't getting up, he turned back to Samantha, but she was already halfway down the hall, running as hard as she could. He smiled and followed her. This would be fun.

He ran down the hall and into the bedroom where she was already trying to get out of a window. The hem of her dress was caught on a stray nail, and she was desperately trying to rip the fabric. She increased her efforts as she saw him coming towards her. He went into the room just as the dress ripped and released her. He grabbed her leg as she was just about to pull it through the window.

"Let me go!" She struggled, trying to be free of his grip. Seeing no other option, she took the axe, and swung.