RP: Before the Moon Who: Sterling, Lana, Mitch Where: Undisclosed location / the pack's den When: Afternoon before the full Ratings/warnings: R - violence, language Status: Private, completed Summary: Sterling catches one of his pack trying to take a potion, and doesn't take it well
"Were you," he repeated slowly as he fixed his steely blue gaze on the cowering girl. "Trying to take a potion?"
Lana shuddered, trembling. She could feel her stomach churning and she thought she was going to be sick. No matter what answer she gave, he'd hit her.
"Answer me!" he bellowed when she'd taken too long, in his opinion, to give him an answer. "Were you trying to shackle yourself? To keep yourself as someone's pet, to make sure you didn't kill anyone tonight? Were you? Answer me, you cowering bitch!"
Swallowing hard a few times, Lana bobbed her head briefly in a nod, staring at the ground.
"We are not meant to be tied down by that fucking potion!" he screamed at her before he slapped the side of her head. "We're wild creatures, bitch. If they can't handle a little savagery, if they can't survive it, they weren't meant to."
He stalked away from her, listening to the muffled sobs. Silly bitch. "Where'd you even get it anyway?" he asked as he drew on a pair of heavy leather gloves.
"I ..." she trailed off as she lifted her head. "No," she breathed. "Please," she begged him as she curled herself tighter, fingers clutching at the hem of her shirt. "Stole it," she finished, though that was a lie. She'd worked and swiped coins here and there when she'd found them to pay for it. Pricey as it was, it had been worth it. Or ... would have been if the vial wasn't shattered on the ground, the potion useless.
She didn't want to be a wolf. She'd never wanted to be a wolf, or to live this life, but she had no choice. Not anymore. Lana squeezed her eyes shut as Sterling turned back toward her. She didn't need to see the silver rod in his hand to know he had it. She'd seen him pulling on the gloves, and that was the only thing he used them for.
He pushed her roughly onto her back, jerking open her shirt. His eyes flicked down her bared body, but that was of little interest to him just then. "You're a werewolf, bitch," he hissed at her as he dragged one end of the rod down her body, between her breasts. "You're a savage, bloodthirsty beast. No one wants you. They're all terrified of you." He jerked off the fabric covering her legs, roughly shoving them apart. "You've got no where else to go, bitch. You're not part of the wizarding world. Not any more. You're below scum to them. We're your family, and this is how you repay us? By taking a potion that keeps you from being what you truly are?"
Lana shuddered, but didn't try to respond. When he was like this ... there was nothing to do. Nothing to say. She simply had to endure. She closed her eyes, grunting in pain as she felt the silver rod burning lines over her breasts and belly and thighs. She felt the brush of it between her legs, and she winced and tensed, expecting to feel the silver shoved inside of her ... but he withdrew. She felt the slap against her thigh, and she nearly sobbed in relief.
None of what he'd done felt horribly deep, and she was sure most of it would heal tonight ... but she'd have to endure it all until she changed.
"Get out of my sight, bitch. And if I ever catch so much of a hint of a rumor that you've gotten another potion and brought it here, I will kill you. I will kill you slowly, and painfully, and you will die hard. Are we clear?"
Lana nodded again as she started to shuffle backward toward the door. Tears tumbled down her cheeks, and belatedly she realized that she'd left her clothes there. It didn't matter; they were ruined anyway. Once she was outside of the room, she struggled to her feet. Doubling over, she dry heaved a few times before staggering down the hall toward the room she shared with ... well, whoever was passing through at the time.
Climbing onto a mattress, Lana curled up and buried her face against it. She could feel the pull of the moon, and she knew tonight she'd run with them again, whether she wanted to or not. If they killed, she'd kill with them. And she wouldn't remember much of it the next morning. Shuddering in despair, disgust, and revulsion, Lana turned her mind inward to try to forget everything that was going on in her life.