Excalibur's POV: Night of the Slaughter

This excerpt is taken from Excalibur's perspective. This article does not contain all knowledge regarding the circumstance.

### Part 1: The Massacre

I received a visual message that my kind and I were going to be attacked. Unfortunately, the message did little good, as it was but mere moments before the event. I could see that I was ambushed by the WereWolves and lost drastically. The foresight was given to me suddenly as a brief flash of images of what was to come came to me. I quickly began to plan a defensive set up. For this time, there was no room for error.

In vision foresighting the battle, everyone on my side got slaughtered. I made it a rule that no one was to guard or stand alone or by themselves. I tried my best to prevent the visions I saw, but it was helpless. My people were oblivious to the attack, despite my warnings. Wherever i went to help, disaster would occur elsewhere, and soon, there was no one left to defend. I was helpless but to watch my clan be torn limb from limb, until at last it came to my turn.

A horde of the beasts surrounded me. There was no where I could run, for they were everywhere, circling me. I was grabbed by my arms, one person each. I struggled to break free, but the light of day left me weak. They taunted me, finding amusement with my fruitless struggles. I was grateful that their arrogance and spite for me allowed me to stay alive longer. Then, one stood before me with a grimace. I knew what was coming, so I simply shut my eyes and tried with the little might that I had, to break from their hold as I felt a bitter lash clamp around my neck. And then, there was nothing but darkness.

#### Part 2: The last of us

I awoke, much to my surprise. Yes, I was still alive. I was in a strange room on a bed. The room seemed familiar to me, but quite vague. Almost as though it was but a dream. I was confused with this sensation, for i never sleep. And there was a man on the bed next to me.  This man seemed most obsessed with me, but he never once hurt me during this time. I realised that his hands were upon me, stroking my waist, as if I were a prize. The situation then became a mixture of confusing messages, none of which I could determine to how i should feel. The tension certainly was there.

“Where am I?” I asked, a tad bit more out of it than I had realised. The man was quite vague with his answer. At the time, I hadn’t known of his nasty, beastly secret, but he knew of mine. I am most sure the members of his pack were mighty proud of themselves that they procured me alive. But none of this surfaced to me at the time, for nuzzling and nips on places with lips were occurring. I was still too disoriented to think in my right mind. It was just there, and i was letting it happen. The man reassured me that I was safe with him, and proceeded to seduce me further, greedily almost. This continued many a minute, when I began to grasp my own reality.

“No, I have to help my people”, which was a mistake to say. He became nearly insane like, as he grasped me tightly by my upper arms, hurting me.

Hysterically, he murmured “I finally have you!” I did not understand what he had meant, for I did not know who he was. But, this caused me to pull away from him. His expression faded and it returned to seduction. Whatever he felt for me over this short time was greater than his long term goal of, “finally having me”. He was calm now, and continued with his caressing. Nearly shocking me back to my senses, I again persisted with the question “Where Am I?”

He actually answered to me. “The Cathedral”.  All of a sudden, memories of the all too recent brutal past came back to me.

“I have to go” I said. I lept from the bed quickly, and he didn't seem to try to stop me...

I fled down the stairs, passing a few beasts who looked as though they were to be guarding me from escape. They began to pursue me, but the mysterious man stopped them. I sprinted onto the ground floor and into the main hall. Blood. Everyone was slaughtered, all but one was not in pieces.

I hurried to the boy to see that is was my only son, clinging to life and begging for help. I took him into my arms, nuzzling him and reassuring him all was to be well. But then, out of the corners of my eyes, there was movement. I could see them closing in around me.

I gently released my son, and stood above him, hissing at the heartless creatures. But they seemed to just keep coming all around me, I didn’t know where to look. I just kept spinning around in a panic, hissing as they kept getting closer. But then, they stopped their intrusion. They parted, and from them came that man. A man whose name i'd never forget today, but his name remained but a breath at the time. Veloce. He didn’t alarm me, and if anything else, I sought comfort in him. He walked to me calmly, and rested his hand upon my shoulder. I looked to him with a look, almost as if begging for his help. I didn’t know what was going on, but my despair overpowered my confusion.

From the ceiling, dropped a man as well. This man was my brother In-law, and trusted friend. I learned later on, that he had hid above in the rafters when the fight became a certain lost cause. With him and I both there, we quickly huddled around my son, caring for our injured and only kin. I looked up to this mysterious man, towering above me, again with a look of helplessness.

He waved his hand, and the WereWolves separated at the entrance to the Cathedral. I was confused, but I didn’t dare stop to question it. I knew now was the time to act if any. I told my Brother to take my son and go. Go as far away from this dreaded and cursed land as he could, somewhere safe. Somewhere without WereWolves, and alas, without Me.

I watched as he took my sweet child into his arms, and moved quickly through the wolves and out of sight.

I stood slowly, looking at the man known as Veloce. I was confused, but grateful. I was on edge, for I was still surrounded by the pestilence of men. However,  The unexplained feelings that I felt as I laid next to Veloce, came as well. The murderers began to call out the many ways to torture and then kill me. Particularly, how it should happen soon. He spoke again.

“Enough, my children.” and with those words, they fell silent, and with those words, the true reality struck me like a knife in my heart. Anger and fear, Betrayal and confusion, Even heartbreak, all of these things came over me at once. I shook, and I forced myself away from him, staggering over the corpses of my loved ones. Back a bit too far, for I was viciously grabbed by the circle of grueling canines.

I struggled and thrashed against their bloody claws as they held me tight against the window pane. The blistering sun cut into my flesh like a laser. I screamed out, as my strength diminished. I cried in despair and agony, as Veloce approached me. He looked me in the eyes, but this time, there was no compassion or sympathy for me in those dark, cold eyes of his. “Take him back upstairs and bind him.” He spoke as cold as the stone floor we stood on. I felt something strike my head as darkness took over my consciousness.

### Part 3: Constant reminder

I awoke with my head hanging off the bed, upside down. I couldn’t see clearly, I could barely see at all, and my body ached terribly with a burning sensation all over. I could feel the clamps of iron chains around my ankles. I lifted my head, and I saw that I was naked and burnt. I had no doubt that they exposed my whole body to the sun’s radiation to torture me. After all, they knew that a vampire is weak in the daylight…

I groaned at the pain, trying to position myself more comfortably. Someone in the room called out, “He is awake!” I then became alarmed, and sat up quickly in the bed. I did not know I wasn’t alone. A hiss was my reaction, and I was quite frightened and confused. I frantically backed onto the corner of the bed against the wall, which was the corner of the room. I could barely make out the two figures present.

The door to the room opened, and in came Veloce. His cruel eyes were gazing at me as he approached. He came onto the bed. I didn’t hiss at him, but I certainly wasn’t comfortable with him being there. He set his hand on me, and I flinched at the sudden heat of his hand, and pain on my stomach. He leaned into my face proximity, and then placed his mouth on my neck. I was mortified, because I knew that all it took was one bite, and a tear, to kill me. I'm sure that he was trying to shame me by literally "rubbing" in my defeat... Defiling me physically, since he had yet to do so.

He drew his body over mine as he cornered me truly. I was conflicted. I wanted comfort and compassion so badly, but I was horridly angry and hurt. It was fear and anger  mixed with lust and heartbreak. I felt like a ticking time bomb. Thank the stars he didn’t hurt me, or I would probably had gotten myself killed. Well, he didn’t until I hurt him, of course, but that’s a couple minutes from this.

He once again caressed my neck with his lips. I didn’t know whether to like it, or reject it. My mind still wasn’t used to being unconscious and wasn’t fully there yet. But then he bit me. It was gentle, but it certainly didn’t register that way on my skin. The bomb went off. I lunged into him with the attempt to slam him into the bed, but my strength was still gone. I had planned to drive my fangs into him, but he clenched my neck, and wrenched me backwards over the side of the bed. Veloce made it nearly impossible to breathe. I squirmed weakly beneath him, passively, begging him to stop as I was short of air. His hold was overbearing, and I could only gently touch his tensed arms, frantically, as if to signal peace or submission, but he held me tightly.

As a WereWolf, being the Alpha male is a common desire, but my attempt to establish his dominance didn’t seem to appeal to him. I still tried desperately to reason with him in the very little ways I could.

I tried to beg, but I could no longer speak. I managed to touch his cheek to show compassion, but it drew nothing different from him. I felt darkness consume me as my arms fell limp.

I was surprised to wake again. The windows casted no light, and the room was truly silent. I was alone. I sat up, my body no longer ached, and there were no chains to hold me. I allowed my eyes to adjust, and yes, there were no guards, no Veloce, and no heartbeats except my own. I gazed out the window from my spot on the bed to see no moon. What day it was, I didn’t know, I just knew it was deep in the night. I rose, deliriously and disoriented. I took the thin sheet that was amongst me, and draped it over me securely. I staggered out into the hallway. I was starving… hunger was eating at me as if I were the meal. Lonely and desperate, I crept through the Cathedral as quietly as I could, and found my way out into the streets.

I quickly found I wasn’t alone as another pair of eyes looked at me as I looked at them. They were beastly eyes, and seemed about as unexpected to see me as I did to see it. It erupted a howl, and shortly after, howls from the distance joined it. I took off running to find my strength and speed had returned! I kept running, and running. All I could do was run, with the howls of hundreds behind me for thousands of miles. There was no resting, I never once stopped to look back or to rest my tortured, weary body. Even when the sun came and drained the life from my skin, I struggled to press on in fear, and the constant reminder of my past behind me. I then came upon Townsville.