It is a while that I linger in the quite world and darkness, with only beams of moonlight to accompany me on this night. It allows my mind to fall into itself. It allows my mind to take over, my imagination to go into rage as I sit ever so still. I am almost in a dream like state as vivid images of the woman who killed my mother appear before my eyes, and my own fangs are finding her eyes and ripping them out. I rip her floating black form apart piece by piece for what she did to my mother. I am merciless and ruthless. I make her suffer and yet...and yet there is nothing, no reaction, no pain,no nothing. It is not...the same. Not satisfying.

I find a single ear flicking and the darkness absorbing myself again. It is the sound of another coming forth. I remain still in my dark hidden spot, blood still covering my form like a crimson cloak. I hear his words about hygiene, my thought not paying any mind to them. It was obvious I was here though, other than the fact I am hidden with my voice seeming to come from all angles in the cavern.

"Who goes there? Dare you try to pass?" I demand, my voice thick and strong, feminine but only enough to indicate so. I lend a certain air of power to my vocals. I unfortunately cannot mimic the voice of a male entirely. I am a female, and I am cursed with feminine features. Regardless, I feel I get my point across rather well. The voice who came was a young one, quite young, and perhaps he is not foolish enough to displease an unknown figure- who obviously has a place for blood within the grotto.

"And you dare not leave," I command, my voice echoing and booming throughout the cavern. Only the moonlight joins us this night. I can feel the blood drying on my fur, and images of the woman who killed my mother still twisting in my mind. I cannot say that I am in the wrong state of mind right now...but I cannot say I am in the right state of mind either. I do know I will complete my mission, and force tongue of this young one to any secrets he may hold.