The Long Night

She had been born into a life of complete and utter servitute, cursed by her very parents and blood. It was a sad life when you were in their skin, not very upsetting for their masters on the other hand though. She knew the history why she was forced to obey her immortal controllers. Every day when she woke up and was forced to look into the faces of her dilapidated brethren she silently damned him her mind. "William..I hope you rot in your stone prison before you're ever freed."
She was awoken at the shrill bell that echoed through the lycan quarters and every sundown. Time to attend to some spoiled, egotistical, pasty vampire. As she was standing up from the pathetic "bed" that was where she lived, she realized something was different tonight. Her vampire quartermaster was going around to other blankets and speaking (it could also be called "sneering" as to talking) something to them, and they left up the spiral staircase to the kitchen. A knot tightened her in stomach. "Something big must be going on that they're actually breaking schedule openly like this..." Then she saw him walking straight towards her. Her stomach dropped even farther down, and a suppressed part of her wanted to growl at him. Instead, she dropped her head down, half out of respect and half to avoid to a beating because of the defiant look that had come over her face. "You. Number 653. Go on, follow them. You're being sold."
The group of about 20 of them that had gathered in the main hallway, waiting for another vampire named Tristan to...she wasn't sure. But when he finally came she understood. A group of lower ranked and newly transformed vampires followed him, and they were all dressed in light mail with riding clothing underneath. We followed them outside, to the stables. While some went to gather up THEIR horses, some were left for one of the most humiliating treatments we received. A couple of the older lycans started morphing into their wolfen states, and I realized what was about to happen. I had only heard stories of it. Gritting my teeth, which where soon fangs, I willed myself to change. Everything in my vision had a bloodtint and I felt that too exhilarating feeling of my awareness being doubled, and then tripled. I could smell what kind of blood the vampire standing next closest to me had drank last. The horse being brought out of the stable was in heat, and the male lycan standing next to me had a slight cold. I was one of the few of my strain of lycan blood left, of the old blood. My moon form was much like an actual wolf, just much bigger and built stockier. I was the last to change, and the vampire assistants started their job. They first split us up into groups of 4, and very poorly they split us up. In my group was a very old female with a furry human moon-form, 2 middle-aged males whom I knew and were cousins and both had a slumped, sleek wolfen shape that still stood up, and a young male, only about 20 years old and who had a very human form like the old woman. I think they did this to torture us. The sharp-nosed whelp who came with the collars and chain to bind us all together in a line to keep us controlled while we were being transported was very obviously frightened, I snickered which came out like a snort. The fear pheromones surrounding him were so strong it was like they were my own. He bared his pathetic fangs at me as he came to me to bind me, I tightened my self-control as to not bite him. The only visible sign was how the fur along my spine stuck up. It was a disgusting situation, the vampire "lord" of the group led the barrage of us, flanked by his men which held us on the chains between them. I was second in the line of the four lycan, and in between two much taller humanlike ones. Because of this situating, my neck was in an extremely uncomfortable position. My head only came up to a little higher then their hip. There was no way I could change back now that I was already in the collar and in line. Not to be selfish, I can guarantee the two males on both sides of me were uncomfortable, my weight pulling their necks in and down at an angle. To make it worse, the vampires started our pace at a canter, which meant almost a gallop for me with my throat being constricted.
Finally, after about 5 hours of off and on running and trotting through frigid night air (which I at least had the advantage there, a full wolf coat, underfur and all) I finally saw on the horizon of trees a small castle, with only two towers. We stood at the gates, all of the wolves panting, horses steaming in the cold air while the "masters" here shifted in their saddles impatiently, wanting to get this ordeal over with so they could go back to their silk beds.
The mistress opened the gates finally, walking out completely alone. My ears perked up automatically, the smell of death was not on her. She wore a long cloak, the hood masking part of her face so all that was visible was blonde hair and milk skin. "Lady Artion. We have brought our finest selection of wolves for your appeasement." The lead vampire spoke, his voice honeyed. I snorted. Finest? All the ones they didn't want anymore, either because of disobedience or because they were too old. The hooded face turned towards me, then looked away. "Take their collars off." A cold feminine voice spoke. "What?! But...that's dangerous. These animals cannot be trusted around such a beautiful and delicate lady as yourself." "I demand it now, or else you will get no gold." "As you wish my lady."
He dismounted, and all of the other vampires did in return and began going around and freeing all of us. I was the last to about to be unchained, and as the lock clicked she spoke again, quietly, "Kill them. Rip their throats out, taste the blood of your oppressors." I turned, leaped in front of the bastard who has just released me. He didn't have a second to defend himself. Leathery jaws grinned, humanlike as I leapt for his aristocratic throat. Biting down as hard as I could, I felt the structure of this larnyx collaspe under my teeth. Cold blood gushed into my mouth, I swallowed it willingly. Pushing off, I looked at the body lying awkwardly in front of me, the corpse flowing blood still. I looked around me, all the vampires dead. A menagerie of lycans stood, some covered in blood, claws or canines. "It's amazing how your breed kills so easily, instinctively. I'm sure none of you have ever hurt anything before." There was a few seconds of silence, as we all turned to face her. "I did this for all of you. Those who want to leave and try to find a place in this world not as someone's slave, leave now. I wish you good luck. But I can try to find some of you places as guards, or other appropriate jobs." I turned to leave, I wanted to run, run as far as I could away from this forest forever. "Wait. You. With the roan coat. Stay." I turned back to face her. Everyone else had run. "Your killer instinct is extremely strong. Will you stay and see if being a guard in my castle suits you? As you can imagine, I make plenty of enemies pulling stunts like that." She smiled at me, and reached out and touched the tip of my ear tenetively. I growled a little and backed up. Being touched was something I was not used to. "I promise I won't hurt you. You will never be hurt here by me or any of my servants. If you wish to take me up on my generous offer, follow me into the castle." She turned and started walking. I trotted up to her side. She opened the large oaken doors to a huge hallway with vaulted ceilings. "The door to the right is the dining room. You can eat there with my husband and I if you wish at dinner. Down this hallway is the servants quarters and the library. Follow me upstairs now please, I'll show you your room."