# Forbidden Blood 11

Author: Isinia
Tags: Canine, Forbidden Blood, Fox, Isinia, Mutt, Story, Wolf, murder

CHAPTER 3

Page 11

 Isinia couldn't believe what she was seeing, falling to her knees as  
her eyes started to let out tears once more. Her grandmother lay dead on the  
hardwood floor, stabbed to death by some sort of dagger which had gone  
through her heart. A pool of blood had formed below the body and it seemed to  
be growing. Apparently this had just happened as a tiny note card was left  
behind on her body with just one word or name, "Murdoc."

Tears and cries came from her as she finally gained the ability to move  
again, hugging her grandmother one last time before she got up. She ran to  
her bedroom and looked herself in the mirror, her eyes looking at an unknown  
person who was covered in mixed blood from that of an enemy and her  
grandparents as she screamed, "Wha... what have I done?!  
Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Her hands grabbed the nearest thing she could get  
and smashed the mirror to pieces, not wanting to believe that this was  
herself.

For a final time, she ran out of the building, running down the street,  
heading towards a specific building which had one being she deemed a close  
friend. The toy maker Wulffrith. Upon reaching the front doors of the toy  
shop, she desperately knocked and banged on the doors, trying to wake him up  
from the second floor. It took a little while as her cries were finally heard  
by Wulffrith.

When Wulffrith had opened the door for her, he was shocked to see the  
condition she was in and immediately rushed her inside and closed the door.  
"Isinia, child, what has happened," he asked with great concern as he looked  
to her in the eyes. The only response Isinia could give was a silent stare  
with tears in her eyes that only told a rather sad regretful story. Wulffrith  
took his shirt off, which was large enough for her to wear and to keep her  
decent as he said, "Here, take this and get rid of the bloody dress. We'll  
figure out something for you to wear later. Stay here and don't go anywhere.  
I'll be right back." Isinia took the shirt and nodded gently as a broken  
voice came from her, "I... promise not to go outside again." Wulffrith tilted  
his head to her wondering what that meant before heading out the door to  
check on Isinia's once peaceful home.

While Wulffrith had left, Isinia began to take off her dress, looking  
at it for a moment as she remembered it was given to her by her grandmother.  
Now it was just a useless blood stained dress that was ripped in half on the  
front part of it. When she threw it in the trashcan, she could've sworn she  
felt her heart tear apart. Once she put on the large shirt that Wulffrith had  
given her, she looked around at the toys he had made throughout the years.  
Quietly she promised to herself that she would never to go outside again  
except only for what Mr. Wulffrith needed, not wanting to anything like that  
happen ever again.

Wulffrith had finally returned with a few blood stains on his fur just  
before the sun had started to rise. Isinia had simply been sitting on the  
floor staring at the toys that were on shelves with some tears left in her  
eyes. Wulffrith walked up to her and knelt down in front of her, "I'm so  
sorry about your grandparents Isinia." Her head turned slowly towards him,  
again those sad eyes that told a rather sad story on what had happened.  
Isinia slowly leaned over to him, hugging him. Wulffrith returned the hug  
since it was the best he could do to comfort a heartbroken girl.

While Isinia was by herself at the time, Wulffrith had figured out  
easily what had happened in her home but when he had followed the blood  
stains on the sidewalk that lead to that alley, he was shocked to see what  
had happened, only guessing what went on in this dark alley. He managed to  
get Isinia's grandfather's dead body into Isinia's home, placing it right  
next to Isinia's grandmother. It took him a great deal of time that there  
wasn't much he could do by the time dawn was nearing, deciding to lock the  
door and wait until the end of the day to come back.

During the morning Wulffrith had given Isinia the spare room he had,  
complete with bed and desk. The room was rarely used as most of the time he  
only used it whenever family members would come to visit him. Throughout the  
day, Isinia simply kept to herself, never responding to Wulffrith's calls to  
come and eat breakfast, lunch, and lastly, dinner. Wulffrith worried sigh as  
she looked at her, sitting in the corner with her head buried in the pillows.

As the day came and left, Wulffrith took the opportunity to head for  
Isinia's home once more, this time taking his small truck with him. He placed  
anything that may seem of value and delivered it straight to Isinia's new  
home with Wulffrith. There really wasn't much of value to speak of since it  
was mostly just small items. The rest were just clothes and a few items that  
belonged to her.

Wulffrith had managed to bring Isinia with him but to stay in the  
vehicle and not see anything until told to do so. He had managed to place  
Isinia's dead grandparents into the truck and headed off towards outside the  
city limits, right into the forest. As he came to stop, he grabbed a shovel  
and began to dig a grave near two big trees that seemed to be intertwined  
with each other. Isinia still sat in the truck with her eyes closed, not  
wanting to disobey what Wulffrith said, afraid that if she disobeyed,  
something bad would happen to her or Wulffrith.

By the time dawn had arrived, Wulffrith had managed bury the bodies and  
brought Isinia out of the truck to join him in prayer. Wulffrith uttered a  
prayer while Isinia stood and stared at the grave where her grandparents now  
rested. Tears soon began to flow once more from her eyes but kept herself  
silent except for an occasional sniffling. Wulffrith had finished praying and  
decided to leave Isinia be for a bit with her grandparents one final time  
before heading home.

Isinia just stood there, continuing to stare at the gravesite, hearing  
her grandfather's last words repeat over and over in her mind, "I-Isinia...  
lovely... daughter of my son... be... good girl..." She raised her head and  
looked to sky whispering, "I promise grandfather." Just before turning to  
head back with Wulffrith, she whispered, "Goodbye grandfather... Goodbye  
grandmother..." Wulffrith opened the door for her to get in, and started to  
drive away from the gravesite. Isinia held onto Wulffrith once more as she  
began to cry from her heart.  
 

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