Wolf Watch: Fantasy

It didn’t matter how many of the others--the ones like they had been, once, and still were if you wanted to get technical about it--it didn't matter how many of them died. The wolves would tear them to pieces whether they were here or not, but somehow, she knew, her sanctioned presence made it matter, somehow, more than it would have if it were written off as the random violence that it might have otherwise been. It would have been a drug thing gone bad, either in overdose that drove people crazy or as some kind of violence that could be explained away. But she was here, she was of this world, and she saw the teeth that sank into the flesh of the dancers and worried it from their bones. The bodies hit the floor all around them. She watched, because that was what she was supposed to do, and because that was the one thing that kept her and Caleb alive. Caleb especially. It was her job to take care of her younger brother, and so she did. He huddled within her embrace, his face pressed against her chest and his eyes closed, wincing tat every squelch and scream and tearing rip that sounded like nothing else in the world. She watched, because she was the one who watched. At first, she'd been angry and jealous that Caleb got to hide and pretend that it wasn't happening. She was angry for his weakness.


Inspiration: "Let the Bodies Hit the Floor" - Drowning Pool and http://www.flickr.com/photos/theskylineview/8490684028/
Story potential: High
Notes: Maybe not a main character, but, I dunno, a side character if I ever write an urban fantasy/fae story where it seems to fit. And look at that awesome art!