The Alpha FEMALE

Following close by the alpha she kept her eyes down. She began scratching her arms and neck. Her eyes were troubled and suppressed.
Don't tell... Don't show it... Keep it down... Almost to the room...
Emily hid behind the other two, the small broken doll, extremely terrified. Maybe if she told someone...
"Don't you ever tell anyone, you hear me?" the man shouted, "If you do I will find you. And kill you." Emily whimpered, still curled up in a ball. Her face was bruised and bleeding. She had scratches all on her bare body. She would have more bruises in the morning.
"Don't you ever tell."
Emily winced and closed her eyes. She scratched her neck so hard she drew blood.

Emily looked up for a moment but followed the male. She wanted a shower so bad it was driving her insane. She hardly noticed where she was going but she sort of trusted the male more than the other one. The female was... snippy.

She looked up at the male, her blue eyes unreadable. They traveled down to his arms where he showed her his scars. She hugged her arms. The she reminded herself how different his were from hers. "I know you are not," she murmured, "Most of the alpha males... that I have met were always very... animalistic. You are not like them..." She rubbed her arms once more. "But mine are different," she said looking at her arms, "They hold fear and bad memories." She looked up at him. Perhaps she should tell him. It would be nice to talk to someone, if only for a little while. He seemed to know many things as well. Perhaps she could...
"Promise you won't tell anyone what I tell you," her tone was cautious but had more alertness than anything.

"I guess you can call mine that too," she smiled a bit sadly, "I... I was," she struggled with the word, it just sounded so disgusting to her, "I was raped." She looked right at the floor and hugged herself tightly. Her finger nails dug into her long sleeve shirt and her golden curls hid her face. "You can't tell cuz'... he said he'd kill me if I told..."

She looked at him. Did he want to know so he knew who to be careful of? No... it was something else more... angry. She supposed that she had given another lead to the type of were's his pack was against. Well good. She hoped that Crash died a slow and very painful death.
"They called him Crash," she said softly, "he is in... the middle south side..." She rubbed her arms. "He is a beta..." Emily approached him. She hesitated for a moment. Then she put her hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright?" she asked softly, wondering why he was on his knees.

"Well, yes," she said softly, retracting her hand. Her sea blue eyes swirled in confusion. She could tell there was something more to this... but she wouldn't push it. Her eyes settled and her face became a bit peaceful. "If you are going to do what I think you are," she said quietly, "make sure it is slow and painful for him. Let him feel everything." Her arms fell to her sides. She tilted her head a bit, waiting fo rhim to finish what he was going to say.

Emily smiled for once after hearing that. Her face lit up in a golden way with that rare smile. It made her eyes look like sapphires. The thought of the person who stole her innocence finally reaching justice made her feel so much better.
"Good," she sighed happily, "I am glad."
Then he mentioned her going to the others. She smiled a bit nervously and shook her head.
"Would it be alright if I just got a room?" she asked, "I am rather excited I get to have a bed tonight." It had been so long. Small comforts were so easily forgotten.

She was slightly surprised that he offered his room. "Thank you," she said in her soft voice, "and I... guess I should, shouldn't I?" The thought of being in a pack pleased her a bit. It would mean protection and even family. It would be nice to have that again. He spoke about his scent and she nodded, although she didn't think she would quiet mind.
"Just... well leave my bags alone..." he said looking around, "Got some private things in there." He looked at a box. "Just out of respect, please."
"Of course," she said quietly. She went to the wall closest to the bathroom. Timidly she slipped her worn shoes off. Then she took off her sock s and put them in her shoes. When she shrugged off her jacket, her arms showed. Pink and pale they had scattering scratch scars on them. Even a few healing bruises. She rubbed her arms. There would mostly likely be towels in the bathroom so she looked up at Atra. "Thank you again," she smiled softly. Then she went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Emily rejoiced at the clean warm water on her skin. She looked at the shampoo in the shower. Sort of smirking, picked up the bottle and looked at it, turning it over in her hand. After she had used it she placed it back where it had been. When she had finished with her shower she got out and grabbed a towel. Her curls were loose now half down her forearms. She peeked out of her bathroom and saw the girl's clothes in front of the door. She shivered from the cold and hastily tip toed over to the clothes. Grabbing them up with one hand she turned around and bolted back into the bathroom. Quickly throwing on the clothes, she cleaned up after herself. With her old clothes folded in her arms she went back out of the bathroom. She picked up her shoes and socks, putting them on top of her old clothes. Emily went to the door. And just sort of stood in front of it.

When my Alpha's eyes hit mine at her command i looked away then I nodded and followed my Alpha out.

Emily shifted her weight on her feet a few times before reaching for the knob. Then slowly she opened the door. She knew there were so many people around but the doll-like female didn't know how she knew that. Slipping out of the room she staid close to the wall. The golden blonde stood against the wall, both feet together holding her things to her chest, with her eyes cast down. The stance reminded her of an anime character from a Miazaki film, like Spirited Away or Howl's Moving Castle. She smiled a bit as she thought of the Japanese films. The music was always so soothing in those films. Closing her eyes she listened. Faintly she heard Disturbed playing from somewhere and she smiled a little at that. The children playing. The dog barking. The people breathing. Beating of hearts. The sounds they made when they moved. The pulse of electricity. The wind outside scratching on the window. She felt like she could hear everything. Then she heard something a bit out of place. Jerking her head into a tilt she tried to listen more intently. A voice. Two voices. Very familiar. Who-