Dance With The Devil, Zetos, and later, Zacky. The Z's. XD

[Jenna Moore]

Jenna nibbled on the sparse vegetation scattered throughout the plains, in her animal form. She also, of course, had her guard up fully, paying complete attention to her surroundings. A Japanese Bunny could not afford to be free, not even for one moment. Luckily for Jenna, she was an anthro, so she could change back whenever. As she ate, she started to think about her last "adventure". Her encounter with the fox anthro, Zetos, had not been a pleasant one. Although, she mused, it did successfully get rid of that gloom I was stuck in.

Fur bristling, she felt that tingling again. Without a second thought, she shifted to her human form. She was wearing pajamas, which is what she had gone to sleep in. She had gone to sleep in the forest, safe in her rabbit hole. So of course, she wasn't well protected. Luckily for her, she had thought ahead and worn her mismatched boots, in case this happened and she had to walk back to civilization.

Following her senses, she looked around to find the source of her internal warning. Finally, Jenna found the predator... and groaned miserably. Great. It was Zetos. What was he thinking, limping around the plains in fox form with those casts on? Those casts that were her fault. She winced, that guilt eating away at her again. So much for a hyper day.

[Zetos Lapier]

Zetos had been lugging about in his casts, searching for Jenna. He wanted to appear weak and broken, like he couldn't do anything, the casts would easily break away though if he transformed back to his human side. Slowly he limped, a slight scent caught his nose, it reminded him of Jenna's scent, except it had a distinct smell of a bunny as well.

He limped his way towards it eyes gleaming brightly, muttering to himself, "Just you wait, I've got weapons, you got claws, and I'm stronger, this time I won't make the mistake of giving you a chance." The wind pushed the fur on his back forward, making it look almost as if it were spiked.

Lowering his nose to the ground he sniffed once again, gazing up he saw Jenna, still the smell of the bunny was from the same direction as her. He couldn't understand, last time they had met she didn't have the scent of an anthro, but now it was on all his senses. His eyes zero'd in on her, standing there, looking so helpless. He wondered how helpless he looked, limping around in casts. No matter how helpless he looked though, he knew it was all just a fake, a ploy to trick her into feeling at least a bit safer, letting her guard down just a little.

[Jenna Moore]

Jenna watched him for a little while, not moving. He was giving her the same courtesy, just watching, not moving. She thought she heard him utter something, but she couldn't make it out. Hypocrite. She accused silently, bitterly. Was it not him who had told her that talking to oneself meant insanity? He shouldn't be talking. He should just shut up and leave her alone.

She crossed her arms, still tense. She didn't trust him at all, even disabled he could do her damage. Maybe not physically, but he had a tongue like a knife. What upset her even more was that his hateful words and voice still echoed in her head, cruelly taunting her, bringing up her bad past and her fears. Fears that the world is right, that she really is nuts. Even now he was getting to her, and he wasn't even doing anything. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream, she wanted to...

With a sigh, Jenna turned and walked away, hoping he would leave her be. Maybe if I just leave, he'll let me have some peace. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, trying to slow her racing pulse. He was so evil. So heartless and cruel. She knew this, and yet... Why did she feel like breaking down sobbing?



[GAH!! I'm sooo sorry it's so short, but I got nothing else.]

[Zetos Lapier]

She crossed her arms, looking as if she was deep in thought, Zetos knew he could say anything at this moment in time and make her fall away, make her die on the inside. Not this time Zetos, he said in his mind looking her over. He wanted so much just to make her fall apart, right there, right then.

She then uncrossed her arms, Wait, what? He didn't understand why she just turned around walking away. He couldn't let this happen, he was about to have his reward, to hurt her physically. He hobbled as fast as his casts would allow. "Why do you run? Are you afraid that your insanity has come back?" He was doing this to make her stop, he needed her to stop. Eyes fixed only on her now, nothing was going to get in his way, not this time.

"Why don't you dance with the devil Jenna? Come on, come closer to me!" He probably looked like a fool, or an insane anthro saying this while he was in casts. Eyes were glowing amber, "My first victim, I should thank her when I see her in hell, she gave this hatred back to me." He was still hobbling towards Jenna as he said this to himself. "Come to your devil Jenna, come to me." He hissed.

[Jenna Moore]

"Why do you run? Are you afraid that your insanity has come back?"

Jenna ignored him and kept walking. He wasn't going to get her that easily this time. She didn't listen to hypocrisy.

"Why don't you dance with the devil Jenna? Come on, come closer to me!"

Was he insane? Did he even hear himself speak? He sounded like a madman. A creepy madman. His next words stopped her in her tracks.

"Come to your devil Jenna, come to me."

Whirling, Jenna stared him down. "What is wrong with you?! Do you honestly think yourself so dangerous that you're the devil himself?!" She had fallen for the bait. Again. Internally cursing, she watched him. "Besides, you have casts on. And you refuse to change to human. I have the upper hand right now, so if you want a fight, don't do it as an animal." She turned around again and walked off, ignoring him after her little tirade.

She was determined to not let him get to her like he got to her that night. She did not want a repeat of that. He had already wormed his way inside her head, she couldn't let him get her any more than he already had, or she'd be doomed. She would never admit this out loud, but she did see Zetos as her personal devil.

[Zetos Lapier]

"What is wrong with you?! Do you honestly think yourself so dangerous that you're the devil himself?! Besides, you have casts on. And you refuse to change to human. I have the upper hand right now, so if you want a fight, don't do it as an animal."

This was good she had fallen for the bait, now Zetos had the upper hand in things. All he had to do was catch up, as much as he didn't want to change without her seeing, he had to. His body began to change the cast around his front left leg broke, exposing his well-defined scarred arm. The bottom-right cast broke as he stood slowly. His eyes glowed even brighter now.

His hair fell in front of his eye, all emo style again as he took a step forward drawing one dagger. "Aye but you know I am! You know that I am the devil himself!" Zetos liked that idea, no man could be the devil, but he thought if there was a judgment between who would be the closest, it'd have to be him. Amber eyes kept watch of her as he began to walk.

The long robe that he wore was being pushed against the back of his legs. Pulling up the hood he covered most of his face, leaving just enough room to see past the black fabric. His hand moved down to the dagger at his side. "The faster you run, the faster I'll catch up!" He yelled at her, flicking his hand releasing the dagger and watching it fly towards her. The dagger cut through the loose fabric on the outside of her pj's pinning that small piece to the ground. "Your devil will always find you Jenna!" Zetos was now officially insane, he was going to call himself a devil no matter what, he had convinced himself.

[Jenna Moore]

"Aye but you know I am! You know that I am the devil himself!"

She just walked faster, determined to get away. He was crazy!

"The faster you run, the faster I'll catch up!"

Jenna jumped and sharply inhaled as a dagger whizzed by her, cutting her pant leg. It had barely missed her actual leg. She grabbed it and whirled around, the dagger in front of her. He was in human form, without any injury. Did he really heal so quickly?

"Your devil will always find you Jenna!"

Jenna made the fatal mistake of looking into his eyes. Oh God... They were the eyes of a madman. They were a blazing, dangerous amber, and it terrified her. She stumbled backwards, still staring at his eyes with her own wide ones. She gripped that dagger for all she was worth, terrified of this psychotic boy. She turned tail and ran, leaping across the plains, desperate to get away. She had never been afraid of anyone before, and she really didn't like the feeling.

[Zetos Lapier]

He watched her pick up the dagger, the steel shining as the sunlight reflected off of it. The fear in her eyes shown into Zetos's, his heart filled with joy, seeing the pain of hers. He hadn't felt so good in all the years of his life. His eyes continued their gaze to her. The sun didn't even cause him to close them partially, he was ranting in his mind, bringing up the adrenaline for what he knew would come next.

Her feet were like streaks to Zetos, but that did not faze him, not a bit. He knew that he was fast enough to keep up with her, probably even outrun her. His own feet smashing against the ground leaving deep indents as his boots ripped up the ground behind him spraying it about. "We all know what happens to those who run... They fall!" His cloak flew back, head down as he stared at the ground listening to the retreating girl in front of him. "Now let me take over you, watch my evil engulf you, soon you will feel so much pain, in your head."

He sped up even faster, arms not swinging, held to his side, as he crouched lower to the ground, now his shoulders were but three feet over the ground. His whole body tilted forward in a mad dash after her. "Come back here! I'll make it less painful." His hand reached into the cloak as he ran, his fingers searching along his side for the hilt of his sword. They hit a bump and his eyes opened in joy. "I may not kill her, but this thing leaves a stinging impression." He pulled it out of the sheath, holding it in front of him as he ran feeling the serrated edge of the sword, his finger cut on it easily, but the bumps made it hurt.

Running even faster now he looked up to see her ten paces in front of him. His heart was beating faster then normal, adrenaline pumping as he glared her down. "Come closer to me, slow down just a little, I dare you to." His feet ripped up the dirt underfoot, and with one massive jump he slid his arm about her waist bringing her down with him. "Got you." He said pulling the arm holding the sword out from under her, making sure the sword didn't cut her.

Like a snake he slithered his way up, the blade just touching her skin as he moved. "Don't move. I find that I need to take in the insane, and teach them to hate, but you, you're just cuckoo it seems, can't even tell who I am. You seem to fight yourself harder then you fought me last time, maybe you should take something for that." He stood slowly his blade to the back of her neck. "I suggest you be cautious of your next move, it may just prove to be your last."

[Jenna Moore]

"We all know what happens to those who run... They fall! Now let me take over you, watch my evil engulf you, soon you will feel so much pain, in your head."

She heard him get closer and closer. She knew she wouldn't be able to get away, but that never stopped her from trying. What he didn't know was that she didn't need him to hurt in her mind, she was like that long before he showed up. All he did was bring it back up when she had buried it.

"Come back here! I'll make it less painful."

Liar.

"Come closer to me, slow down just a little, I dare you to."

Yeah right! With a shriek, Jenna fell to the ground. The bastard had tackled her! His arm was around her waist, forcing her down, and his touch made her shudder. "Got you." Thankfully, he slid his arm out from under. Her eyes widened and she sucked in her stomach when she felt that cool steel. He had a freaking sword. Oh, fantastic! She thought sarcastically. She felt him move to get off of her, the blade touching her skin the whole time.

"Don't move. I find that I need to take in the insane, and teach them to hate, but you, you're just cuckoo it seems, can't even tell who I am."

Oh, wonderful. That damned sword was up against the back of her neck. As it was lightly held there, she could feel that it was serrated. He's going to hurt me really bad... She thought despairingly, wondering where her fire had gone. Usually in a situation like this, she'd be feisty and daring. But now, all she felt was fear.

"You seem to fight yourself harder then you fought me last time, maybe you should take something for that."

Oh no he didn't. He did not just go there. He was on the side of the doctors! Aha, here was her fire. Anger flared up in her, and she silently plotted a way to get out of this position. The fear that had gripped her had basically evaporated due to his accusation. She couldn't believe him! So much for fear, now all she felt was a blinding rage. He had no right to insinuate that she was crazy, he was the one who thought he was the devil! (Although in the back of her mind, Jenna agreed with him.)

"I suggest you be cautious of your next move, it may just prove to be your last."

Letting her rage and fighting instinct take over her, Jenna snapped. With the dagger she still had in her hand, she shoved his sword away from her neck and shifted. As a bunny, she ran about ten feet away, then shifted back, the dagger held in front of her defensively. All of this was done with a swiftness she didn't know she possessed.

"Go to hell." She hissed, her hate for him showing through the venom in her voice. Furious, she ran at him, swinging the dagger at his sword for a diversion, then kicking out, her boot connecting with his leg. It was hardly any damage, but she wasn't thinking at this point. She jumped back out of reach of his sword, but didn't run. And this time, she made sure to not look at him in the eyes.

[Zetos Lapier]

He watched in amusement as she pushed his sword away, making it stumble back a foot or two before looking at her hopping away. So she is an anthro he thought to himself as he looked her over. She stopped turning around and shifting back into the lady that she was.

"Go to hell."

He smirked, had she not just heard that he was the devil? He pushed the dagger away from himself, knowing full well that this could be easily a diversion. The foot hit his leg, the pain was not present to him any more as he watched her retreat back out of his sword's distance. "You just screwed around a little bit too far little missy, don't you know, if you play with fire; you'll get burned."

He raced at her, the sword in one hand as his other hand grabbed a dagger from the other pocket in his cloak. As he grabbed the dagger he swung his sword upwards, sending her dagger flying into the air above both of their heads and landing far behind her. His sword came to her neck again, stopping a centimeter in front of it, dagger poised to throw if she dare make a wrong move.

"I'm sorry to tell you, but pain ain't part of my vocabulary anymore. After my parents were killed mercilessly, I really don't hurt from anything. Tortured by human and anthro, both murderous beasts, both deserved to die. I became their slave for two years of my life, and now, you get to feel my wrath, I view all anthro's and humans as scum, I will purge this darkness from the land, only the pure like me will life." He stopped for a second looking at her, "You are pure, but you have placed yourself with the impure, how sad that must be." His sword tip was still to her throat, "Oh how sad."

[Jenna Moore]

"You just screwed around a little bit too far little missy, don't you know, if you play with fire; you'll get burned."

"Same to you, bastard." She wasn't even fazed. She wasn't even thinking clearly at this point, she had snapped. He wanted crazy, he would get crazy. She wanted to kill him, she was so mad. She was seeing red, literally. Her vision was so clouded by the color of blood that she didn't even see him running at her until it was too late. He had knocked the dagger right out of her hand, and now his sword was at her neck and he had another dagger poised to throw at her. But it didn't bother her. By all means, it should have, but she had thrown all caution to the wind with reckless abandon.

"I'm sorry to tell you, but pain ain't part of my vocabulary anymore. After my parents were killed mercilessly, I really don't hurt from anything. Tortured by human and anthro, both murderous beasts, both deserved to die. I became their slave for two years of my life, and now, you get to feel my wrath, I view all anthro's and humans as scum, I will purge this darkness from the land, only the pure like me will life."

As he ranted, she was slowly edging back, until she was at a safe distance away from the serrated blade, far enough away that she could move without having her throat painfully slit.

"You are pure, but you have placed yourself with the impure, how sad that must be."

She didn't even notice that that damn sword was somehow at her throat again. No matter, the red in her vision helped her to not give a shit.

"Oh how sad."

Jenna shoved the blade from her neck with her arm, ignoring the sharp pain in her arm, ignoring the blood spilling onto the plains. She didn't care. The red was filtering through, making everything look like blood anyway. She wanted him to bleed, too. With a fury, she clawed at his face with her nails, grinning in satisfaction at the skin stuck under nails, at the bloody claw marks on his face that were dripping as much blood as her arm was.

She couldn't even speak. She had snapped. He had driven her insane, into a violent rage she couldn't shake herself out of. Hell, she didn't want to shake herself out of this. She had shoved innocent Jenna to the side and let this new side of her take over. She circled him, hissing like the snake that she wasn't.

[Zetos Lapier]

A small laugh emitted from his throat as he watched her push the sword away. It cut deep into her arm making it bleed, colouring the silver steel red. Watching her come right to him, her nails like claws as she brought her hand down. The nails ripped skin from his face, sticking underneath, he couldn't feel the pain, but he was proud of her, she had turned into a killer, a true born killer, this is someone that he could respect easily.

"Good job Jenna, I am amazed by how powerful you actually are." He smirked pulling away from her. He knew he could take her and personally didn't want to hurt her now that he had seen what she was like while she was insane. He drew the dagger and sword to himself defensively. "Now if you really want to try to kill me, then bring it, but you have proven yourself powerful, you are pure, perfect, and evil."

He slowly lowered his blades, letting go of the defensive stance as he looked her over. "Don't you understand, you just needed to pass that point of no return, now you can change things for the better. Now fight me!" He raised his swords, his own insanity taking over. Racing at her he brought the flat of the blade to her wound. It hit well, making blood fly from it as it was forced out. "I do pray you go down, before you kill yourself though."

[Jenna Moore]

"Good job Jenna, I am amazed by how powerful you actually are."

She snarled at him, incapable of speech at this point. He put the blades in front of him defensively, instead of offensively.

"Now if you really want to try to kill me, then bring it, but you have proven yourself powerful, you are pure, perfect, and evil."

Oh, he asked for it. She picked up the dagger behind her, ready to stab him repeatedly.

"Don't you understand, you just needed to pass that point of no return, now you can change things for the better. Now fight me!" He raced at her, and smacked her wound with the flat of his blade, making it bleed even more. Jenna flinched at the pain, but didn't utter a sound.

"I do pray you go down, before you kill yourself though."

She ran at him and punched him hard in the gut, the not even a second later, she kicked him hard in the groin. As he was stumbling backwards from the pain, She shoved the dagger into his stomach. Die! She pulled it out and stabbed him again, then pulled it out a second time. Before he could react, she stabbed him in the thigh and then in the shoulder, satisfied with the sound of bone crunching.

Throwing the bloody dagger off to the side, she punched his bleeding gut, where she had stabbed him. Her blue eyes flashed with satisfaction at the blood coating her hand. I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU! She screamed in her mind. She was talking to Zetos and herself. Look at what he had made her into. As she twirled and kicked, as her boot connected with his jaw, the red slowly started to dissipate from her vision, and her sanity slowly returned.

Holy shit, what am I doing?! She screamed at the top of her lungs, an ear-splitting shriek. Jenna stumbled back, dizzy. She couldn't think, she couldn't feel, she wasn't even aware of her surroundings. All she could do was stand there, lost in her own chaotic mind.

[Zetos Lapier]

Zetos smiled with satisfaction looking at her. Her hand pushed into his gut as he flexed his abs. He smirked but his smirk fell quickly, he looked down to notice her foot coming up and fast. Unable to move quickly enough the boot flew into his groin causing his eye to twitch as he stumbled back in pain, a small groan of hatred slid past his lips.

As he was still stumbling she forced the dagger forward, his eyes opened wide as it slid into his gut, causing him to cough a second. She ripped the dagger out covering her arm in his blood. He had no time to catch his breath or pull away before she was shoving it right back into him. His eyes wide open feeling it being pulled from him once again.

He stumbled back a step, now accepting the pain as it came. He let himself fly away he didn't even notice as she let the dagger fly into his thigh and then took it back again. He did notice that she pushed the dagger so hard that it dislocated his shoulder making a cracking sound as it did. When she pulled it back he looked at her eyes, a distant proud look, he had created this monster, it was his work.

"I am the devil." He hissed to himself looking at her spin around in front of him. He knew that she hated him now, he knew that, that was what was powering her. The spin continued, foot coming up hitting his chin knocking him back onto the ground, breathing heavily as he laid there, staring at the sky silently. The shriek that he heard come from Jenna proved that she had come back to reality.

Standing up quickly he saw her stumbling back. Moving as quick as his slightly injured body could he went to his sword. With a deafening crack he relocated his shoulder, not even feeling the pain anymore. His hands went down grabbing the blade from the ground, holding it in both hands. "I've come for you Jenna, it's time that the harvest is reaped by the master."

He ran at her with all his might, feet ripping up the ground as he did so. He swung the blade as he ran cutting deep into her side, as it cut he body-chucked her making her fall to the ground. He came to a skidding halt turning around towards her. "You idiot, you should've given up when you had a chance!" He stabbed the blade down into the ground where she had been, but she dodged the blade. Ripping it out of the ground he stomped down on her back holding her there.

With a quick push his sword entered into the skin of her leg and deep into the ground. Morphing his body into a fox he lowered himself close to the ground biting her arm hard and sucking the blood from it. "I live off of your power source, you are mine now!" He pulled back, returning to his human form grabbing the sword and ripping it from her leg he turned around.

"Prepare for something you've never felt before." He hissed slowly pulling the serrated edge of the blade down the side of her back, his other hand pulling along the dagger as well, cutting deep into the other side of her back, both blades as cold as ice as they did this. "Having fun yet? Don't you just wish that you could have this every day?" He laughed loudly ripping the serrated edge from her back pulling out some skin with it, the blood slowly leaking down her back.

Flipping her over with his foot he looked at her on the ground lying there. "Poor pathetic fool, you should've stopped before you got ahead of yourself." He lifted his leg backwards and then swung it forwards kicking her head hard to the side, hard enough to make it hurt a lot, but not hard enough to make any long-term physical affects.

He turned quickly taking one look back at her and ran off away from her. His legs moving faster and faster. Taking a large jump into the air, he morphed back into fox form running off away from the plains, not looking back as he did. "The devil lives once more." He said silently to himself, claws cutting into the dirt as he ran.

[Zacky Rasputin]

It was vaguely noon as Zacky flitted across the plains. He'd only recently awoken and was out stretching his wings as well as his anthro form. Most girls were not fond of bats, and so he didn't usually share that side of himself. But he could not deny what he was, nor could he resist the freedom of flight for very long, and so he was out for a 'early-morning' (in his opinion, at least) flight.

However, this was not to be a leisurely little excursion as he had intended. His finely tuned ears picked up some interesting sounds, things he didn't expect to hear out here in the usual quiet of nature. Up for a bit of adventure, he aimed himself in the direction of the noises, although the trip was not a fast one.

When he arrived, he saw the retreating form of a fox, bounding away. He picked up a faint sound from it that was not natural to foxes, from what he could tell. He was just concluding that it must be an anthro when he noticed the other person there. It took a moment for him to realize the broken, bleeding form on the ground was Jenna.

He folded his wings back and plummeted, landing on the ground nearby, but far enough away that he could shift back. His bat form was considerably smaller than his human form. "Jenna!" he cried out, once he had the vocal chords to do so. As a bat, his voice was hardly audible to humans most of the time, and there was no way he could speak like that anyway.

He was glad he'd shifted with pajama pants on today. Some days he didn't bother dressing before going out in his bat form. "Jenna," he said again, rushing to her side now that the transformation was complete. "Are you alright?" he asked, knowing it was a stupid question. He just wanted to hear a response from her, a sign she was okay as his mind scrambled for a plan. He was usually the cowardly type, but he had no other options in this situation. He couldn't just leave her to die. He was a jerk, but he wasn't that cold-hearted.

She didn't respond, but he could see her breathing. Lifting her as carefully as he could, he began carrying her the thankfully-not-so-long way back to town.

((To the hospital!))