Her last memory was of the huge dog shifting and clamping his hand over her face. She stood up and walked towards the large steel door, similar to those you see in an asylum. It was warm to her touch., with a slot at the base and a small window. There was a glow coming in from outside the door, until a tall figure stepped before it. Sara backed away quickly, as the door screeched open.
"Hello, Sara." Came Illyria voice. "Welcome to my Beautiful home."
"Stay away form me." Sara spat in disgust and anger. "You disgusting hell spawn."
"Feisty aren't we?" Illyria laughed in a way only pure evil could. Unlike her father Illyria had no respect for life beyond her own, and it showed. "Don't worry my sweet seer. Soon you will be a loyal and loving servant of this Hell spawn." She turned away "Olcan, come. It's time to break her. Make her mine." She stormed out her black hair swishing behind her like a black River, leaving Sara cowering in the dark silhouette of Olcan.
Sara knew instantly that this was Illyria's head honcho, the werewolf who had grabbed her. He looked at her his eyes glinting like a dog in the headlights. He smiled, showing sharp teeth like that of a vampire yet more crude. Teeth meant for ripping and tear. She knew what she had coming and she knew fear more than she ever had at that point.