2

She awoke with a start to the sound of a frantic scream. As she looked around, there was nothing but blackness. With a jerk, the girl moved her hands to her eyes, thinking herself blind. She was relieved when she could barely make out the outline of her hands.
She pushed herself onto her knees and brushed her stringy hair-wet with sweat- away from her face. In a rush, all of the events caught up to her. Her heart began to beat rapidly, but she tried to make as little sound as she could. From her knees, she began to stand slowly. A jingle behind her made her spin in alarm, causing more of the chik chik sounds. In her alarm, the chain that she had failed to notice- which was attached to an iron collar around her neck – tangled around her legs and she fell with a high-pitched squeak.
“So you are awake.” She heard Dagger chuckle. She looked in the direction of his voice, and only saw gleaming amber irises.
The girl stood up into a crouch, untangled herself, and faced those gleaming orbs. She watched him get a little closer and crouch a few feet away from her. As she focused on him, she didn’t notice Biter coming up behind her. As Biter immobilized her arms before she could fight back, Dagger came up to her and gripped her throat in one hand and, she guessed, a dagger in the other. She could only imagine that irritating sneer on Dagger’s face.
“First off,” Dagger crooned, “What’s your name, girl?”
She opened her mouth to give them her name, but in the back of her mind an alarm was screaming. Instead of her real name she answered, “Willow.”
“Willow what?” Biter urged, twisting her arms painfully.
She was dumbfounded. “Uh… ah… Wolf…blade.” Willow winced. She knew that she had sounded less than believable. Dagger and Biter exchanged glances. Dagger’s grip on her throat tightened, and the dagger that Willow had-accurately- guessed was in his hand pressed painfully into the area where her neck met her jaw. Biter twisted her arms more, making her whimper in pain.
“So, Willow. Want to tell us what your real name is?” Dagger asked, almost sweetly, putting extra sugar on the pronunciation of her ‘name’. Willow gasped under his grip. He loosened his hand the slightest.
“W-what’s YOUR real name, then?” she demanded.
The shine of Dagger’s eyes narrowed, “Why should I tell you, girl?”
She matched his gaze and mimicked, “Why should I tell you, demon?”
Silently they glared at each other. Biter still twisted her arms painfully, but Willow didn’t let herself react to the sharp pain as she matched Dagger.
“Fine, ‘Willow Wolfblade,’” Dagger spat, “That will do I guess. As for my name, call me what you wish, for I will never tell you my real name.”
“I will, dick.” She got punched in the mouth.
“But don’t ever forget who’s in charge here, girl. Choose a different name to call me by. Choose one for him too,” Dagger indicated to Biter, “Since you’ll be seeing a lot of us, as it is apparent that you need… an attitude adjustment.”
Willow was silent. She got hit again. “I meant now.”
She looked at Dagger, “Dag.” Willow heard Biter snort. She looked over her shoulder the best she could with Dag’s grip, “Fang.” Her angry gaze returned to Dag.
“How creative.” Fang said, lifting her a bit by her twisted arms. She hissed in discomfort.
Dag said some things in his strange language, and Willow swore that his eyes shined more brightly as their gaze became concrete, looking straight into her own. A white flash took her vision and she squeezed her eyes shut with a yelp. Willow tried to open them, only to make them water. In a few minutes she was able to look out at Dag again, blinking tearfully. Instead of darkness, though, Willow could see through the gloom. It was as if a full moon on a cloudless night was shining, giving her sight. Willow looked at Dag’s amused face in confusion.
“Don’t thank me girl. You’ll wish I had left you blind by the time you are done here.” He looked to Fang slyly, “Think we should break the news to her, my friend?”
“I’m not your friend,” Fang spat, “But… yes. The amazement, fear and confusion would be amusing to watch her stumble through.”
“Stay here, I’ll be back in a few short moments.” Dag crooned to her, taking the hand he had had on her neck and tracing her jaw-line. As he stood up, he pinched her cheek and spun, leaving what she could now see was a cell. A musty, dank, and horrid cell. “Don’t touch her until I return, Fang.” Dag called over his shoulder. The other demon only bared his teeth silently at Dag’s back. Fang held her arms as Dag left, but as soon as he could no longer hear Dag, he spun Willow around. He took her shirt in his hand and lifted her, slamming her into a wall. Willow tried to kick at Fang, but he used his free hand to punch her in the stomach. She tried to double over, but his grip kept her firmly against the wall.
Suddenly, Fang’s face was so close she could smell his musk and feel the tickle of his lips against hers. Willow tried to turn away, but again she was beaten. With the hand he had hit her with, he held her face in place. He roughly forced a kiss on her lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth. Willow shut her eyes tight and tried to wiggle away from him, but his grip was unyielding. She bit down on his tongue, piercing it, a rush of his metallic blood whetting her lips. Only wanting him off, she let his tongue go again and began to fight his grip on her throat.
He pulled away, shock more than pain reflecting in his eyes, holding his mouth. Willow slid down the wall, instinctively working her legs and arms to push away from Fang. His shock became seething rage that burned into her. She almost immediately regretted biting him.
Without saying anything he took a threatening step towards her, taking his hand away from his mouth. Blood whetted his lips. She gulped. She didn’t have teeth that sharp… Willow didn’t know how she had made him bleed that much. Fang moved quickly, with a sudden jerk, and kicked Willow in the ribs. She heard a crack that sounded from where his foot connected, and was stabbed with pain. She hit the wall, making her side scream in double the agony. With shaky hands, she doubled over, holding her ribs. From the corner of her eye she saw him making his way towards her again. She closed her eyes as she saw him get ready to kick her again.
The expected smash came, but when Willow opened her eyes Fang was many feet away, writhing on the ground. Shocked, she looked back towards the door, where Dag stood, nearly bleeding anger.
“I SAID DON’T TOUCH HER!” the demon verily roared, baring sharp teeth. Willow, terrified, tried to make herself unnoticeable, crawling slowly back.
“What makes you so special that you get to claim her first, Dag” Fang hissed back, standing to his feet again. One of his awkwardly protruding wings hung low, touching the ground.
Dag glowered at Fang. For a few long seconds, Willow looked fearfully from one to the other. She noticed the cell door not shut all the way. Looking back to them, making sure that neither noticed her, she began crawling towards the opening. Dag launched himself at Fang, snarling and tearing at him with claws and one of his daggers. Fang, a slight measure of fear registering on his demonic face, raised his own claws in defense.
Willow turned and tried to make a swift exit. She got two feet from the door before the chain around her neck was pulled taut, stopping her in her tracks and yanking her back into the cell loudly. She was turning to attempt to pull at the chain when she realized that the two fighting demons weren’t fighting any more. With a gulp, the young girl turned her eyes back to them. Both were looking at her angrily. Looking to each other in obvious distaste, they untangled themselves and stood.
“Well. Obviously we need to adjust her as soon as possible, eh, Fang?” Dag said, looking at Willow. She got the sense that the names were more something to mock with than actually use.
“Obviously.” Fang hissed, glaring at her. Blaming her. Willow felt something on her head twitch, but she didn’t pay attention to it, moving away from the threatening demons. She shook her head a little as the two of them began closing in on her.
“Please… No…” she pleaded under her breath.
Dag grinned, “Oh, yes~…” Then, they fell upon her, tearing at her clothing.

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Story © ME
This part is much better than the first, I think, though it is a 2BC for the time being until I can finish this chapter. Hope anyone who reads enjoys.