Rufus the Mad
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Blood Oaths (Closed for Rufus the Mad, KaosDancer and Tiger_Eyes)
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I half slid, half dragged myself behind the wheel of my van, gasping aloud as the action forced even more blood from the ragged wounds those claws had left me with. My various silencer pistols cooled slowly within their leather holsters and my gloves were slick with my own blood as I tried to staunch the renewed flow from my side, and even the short sprint from the house to my hidden vehicle had left me gasping and dizzy. I started the engine up, cursing through the pain that I hadn’t been able to torch the scene before I fled… But I needed medical attention before I passed out from blood loss, and the first rule of my profession was always to save yourself first. I checked the intel I had as I buckled up, confirming the count. Seven total, they had said… and I had seven kills confirmed. Now I just had to live long enough to escape…
I tossed the report aside, and pressed down hard on the accelerator, my van's tires spraying gravel and thick mud everywhere as I took off, slewing my way down the long slushy driveway. I didn’t worry about the cops finding the scene, packs like this were always outsiders, and as for the blood I had already lost… my one consolation was that, when, or if the scene was discovered, my DNA would not betray me in any files or records. I didn't exist. No birth certificate, no passport, no existing DNA profile. Not even any fingerprints. I was protected. Protected by something that went beyond the deniability of the FBI, or the CIA. My protection was my heritage, and my heritage was my curse...
My name is Ava, and I'm a Hunter. Along with certain others of the same ilk, I'm what keeps the rest of the unprepared world blinkered and protected from what's really out there. Do I revel in it...? No. It's the only life I've ever known. I was raised from birth to do this - you might call it the family line. I do this from responsibility, not hatred. It's a harsh and bitter job...but someone's got to do it.
I sped down the dark road, the van's powerful headlights picking out the bends well ahead of time, and I fought to remain focused. I was going a little faster than was safe for these turns, but time was ticking here. Blood loss verses distance... I knew of a safe house, but it was far enough away that I had to fucking hurry. I make no brags about my skills, but I didn't survive this long as a Hunter without being good. Damn good. Lady Luck has kissed me once or twice, but no Hunter worth their salt relies on luck alone. I knew when I needed help, and this was a time for sure. The agony was reaching a peak…
As the road straightened up, I reached out with one hand and yanked open the glove-box, snatching at one of the various plastic packets stored there. Using my teeth, I tore it open and fumbled for the items that tumbled onto my lap - my attention half diverted between the road and my actions. I yanked one blood-stained glove off - forced to catch the sodden tips of the fingers in my teeth and tug, then tore open a sterilized packet of medicated gauze - the biggest wad in there. I pushed my coat back and slapped the damp material over the raked gashes in my side - clenching my jaw against the surge of pain, even as I fought against the urge to be sick from it. The gauze would serve the dual purpose of not only killing any surface bacteria, but stemming the blood-flow as well... for a bit, at least.
That fucking Alpha bitch.... I hadn't been quick enough after dispatching her mate, and hadn’t expected her to come at me from a full slumber. Her claws were smaller, of course, but the strike had been powerful. She had been fucking strong, even for her size, and lightning quick... My training, my discipline, and my natural talents as a Hunter had saved my life, backed up by the protective, firm padded armor I always wore. The strike had been intended to disembowel, a savage killshot… but I had skipped out with only two long gashes down the ribs on my right side. While not enough to put me down on the spot, I certainly didn't intend to keep two bleeding wounds open. I reached for a small bottle next, and tipped the two pills within it into my mouth, crunching them a little before swallowing. The painkillers would take the edge off, at least, making it easier to concentrate, and I knew well enough that my adrenaline-soaked nerves wouldn’t let them knock me out.
I struggled to unbuckle my armor -revealing my sweat-stained V-neck shirt- reaching for more bindings and bandages even as it thunked to the floor and slid under the seat. Fighting to keep the van on the road, I secured the compress to my side as best I could, winding an entire roll of bandages around myself as I drove, and then reached into the mass in my lap again, popping the safety cap from the compressed-air syringe with shaking fingers. I jabbed the tiny needle into the fleshy part of my hip, and did my best to ignore the sting. I was bleeding out, and needed the colloid fluids if I was going to make it. I didn’t have time to hunt for a vein though, so I slammed another vial in and repeated the hopeful stabbing. When in doubt, more is better, right?
Breathing a sigh as the meds started taking hold, I swerved back to the proper side of the road again, and fumbled in my coat pocket for my battered phone, punching in the number without ever really looking, and caught the phone between my chin and shoulder as I hauled on the wheel around another turn. I heard a few metallic thuds from the storage area of my van - my equipiment's not-so-silent protests at the erratic driving, but whatever had tumbled was not my concern right now. The line on the other end of my phone rang a few times before a sleepy and slightly accented voice answered.
"Mmph, hello...?"
"Miguel? Ava." I spared a hurried glance at my van's dashboard clock… shit, it was later than I thought. "Look I need your help - I got torn on this job, I need your special skills. Get ready to put those capable hands of yours to work, loverboy. I’m on my way to you. E.T.A., about ten minutes."
Despite my attempt at light flirt-teasing, the pain in my voice still carried clear enough down the line that when he next spoke, he sounded wide-awake.
"Ava? Christ… Alright, I'll have the surgery ready for when you get here. How bad, and where?" Even as he spoke I could hear the sound of rustling cloth - no doubt he was getting changed as he juggled the phone, and despite the urgency of the situation, and the burning pain not quite dulled by the pills, my mind still flashed for a brief moment to the image of that body those clothes were being pulled onto... A body I had been intimately familiar with on more than one occasion... My mind suddenly snapped back to the question he'd asked me, and I stammered a bit as I tried to answer.
"Oh… uh… Werewolf claws, two rips along my right side, lower ribcage. Jagged, not clean, lots of bleeding but nothing exposed - and she missed the bone. My armor did its job in taking the worst of it, believe me. I've never seen a Were with that fucking sort of strength before… Especially not a female..."
I heard Miguel hiss in a breath through his teeth "Shit girl, you know there's easier ways of grabbing my attention than getting yourself half opened up. Ways where I don't have to sedate you for most of it..." Even though he was teasing, I could hear the worry underneath it.
"Oh I dunno...you nearly needed to last time - I was merciless to you" I parried back, glad to keep talking - both for hearing his voice, and the distraction it took from the pain. I pressed the accelerator down just a little more...
"Ohhh but I like a strong girl, me…" I could hear a slight echo to Miguel's voice now, and the rattle of steel on steel - he was obviously in his surgical room now, getting things ready. I was still trying to think up a snappy reply when he spoke again, focusing me on what was going on. "Alright - I'm set here,” he said, his voice edging with worry. “I'll meet you topside and help you down here… and don't you give me any lip about not needing a hand with the steps, or I'll sedate you early and drag your ass down anyway."
"Well gee I'd hate to be such a burden” I drawled back, trying to keep it light as I rounded another bend, the van's tires screeching faintly. “Face it, lover… You just can't wait to get this armor off me…"
I heard his rich chuckle in return, and grinned at the phone. "Well you won't be getting it back on for at least a day or so..." I was glad to hear him banter back instead of fret... Miguel was a natural-born worrier, even though he knew I always healed up much faster than any other Hunter about. I attributed that fortunate ability to my Mom. She'd been a healthy mender too, and always said she got it from Grandma’s stubbornness. Whatever the reason, it gave a good edge on the times I had been wounded before, and though this was a little beyond my occassional injuries, I was expecting a quick recovery from Miguel’s attentive doctoring. My eyes gleamed faintly at the anticipating thought of his...tendings to me in recovery too...
The road opened into a long straight as I spoke again, letting the grin I wore slide into the tone of my voice "Well damn...I'm so disappointed to hear that..." I began to recognize a few of the landmarks beyond the dirty glass then, and let my tone change slightly as I mashed the pedal down even harder. "Ok listen, love. I'm not far off now, get yourself upstairs and wait for me."
"Alright Ava girl - hurry but be safe ok?" I heard his footsteps already thudding up the steps as he spoke.
"You got it loverboy - I'll see you soon."
I let the phone drop then, angling it toward my lap with a nudge of my shoulder before snapping it closed and stowing it away with one hand, slinging the van into the last sweeping right turn, slapping my hand back to the blood-stained wheel as the van's headlights began picking out the copse of trees that hid the start of a winding forest-track that would lead to Miguel's safe-house. Despite the circumstances, I would be glad to see him again. We weren't exactly an item… but hey, it gets lonely being an active Hunter, so whenever compatible opportunity presents itself, you don't exactly hold back what feels good. I wasn't kidding myself and neither was he… We both knew we weren't each other's only flings, past or current, but we did have a certain chemistry together that we both enjoyed...
I just needed to not be bleeding to death before I got to him…
By the time I eventually reached Miguel's, I was feeling woozy despite the injections, and could barely breathe from the searing agony down my right side. The colloid solution had dealt with the blood loss yes, but it didn't help the blood still there to carry the oxygen through my brain, and the difficulties breathing was only making things worse... My hasty bandages had soaked through, and I must have looked like something from a forensics lab by the time I sluiced to a stop, the heavy vehicle squalling sideways in his muddy yard as my control began to falter, and I more fell out than stepped from the wide-swung door without bothering to shut the engine down.
I couldn’t really see Miguel as he ran towards me… There was no moon out, the main reason I had moved against the pack tonight, and the few scattered stars I could see were playing hide and seek behind the shredded clouds. He caught me as I all but crashed to the ground, and reached in quickly to yank the keys, pocketing them even as he shifted me to a better position to carry, snatching at my almost comically wide brimmed hat as it fell, my long chesnut-brown hair draping damply over his arm. Had there been anyone else around I would have struggled, even insisted I could be walking if I could just lean against him… but here, alone, and in more pain than I could readily manage, I simply curled against him and let him bear my weight. Image and reputation be damned.
I felt his hand peel back my coat, and heard him hiss as he took a brief look at the damage. "Shit..." was all he said at the time, but he didn’t really waste any more time before heading for the distant light of the open door. As we descended, following the curve of the concrete wall as we sank toward his sanctuary, I heard his warm, accented voice murmur "It's ok love, we'll get you patched up..."
He might have said more, but by the time we reached the bottom of the steps, I had blacked out.
I tossed the report aside, and pressed down hard on the accelerator, my van's tires spraying gravel and thick mud everywhere as I took off, slewing my way down the long slushy driveway. I didn’t worry about the cops finding the scene, packs like this were always outsiders, and as for the blood I had already lost… my one consolation was that, when, or if the scene was discovered, my DNA would not betray me in any files or records. I didn't exist. No birth certificate, no passport, no existing DNA profile. Not even any fingerprints. I was protected. Protected by something that went beyond the deniability of the FBI, or the CIA. My protection was my heritage, and my heritage was my curse...
My name is Ava, and I'm a Hunter. Along with certain others of the same ilk, I'm what keeps the rest of the unprepared world blinkered and protected from what's really out there. Do I revel in it...? No. It's the only life I've ever known. I was raised from birth to do this - you might call it the family line. I do this from responsibility, not hatred. It's a harsh and bitter job...but someone's got to do it.
I sped down the dark road, the van's powerful headlights picking out the bends well ahead of time, and I fought to remain focused. I was going a little faster than was safe for these turns, but time was ticking here. Blood loss verses distance... I knew of a safe house, but it was far enough away that I had to fucking hurry. I make no brags about my skills, but I didn't survive this long as a Hunter without being good. Damn good. Lady Luck has kissed me once or twice, but no Hunter worth their salt relies on luck alone. I knew when I needed help, and this was a time for sure. The agony was reaching a peak…
As the road straightened up, I reached out with one hand and yanked open the glove-box, snatching at one of the various plastic packets stored there. Using my teeth, I tore it open and fumbled for the items that tumbled onto my lap - my attention half diverted between the road and my actions. I yanked one blood-stained glove off - forced to catch the sodden tips of the fingers in my teeth and tug, then tore open a sterilized packet of medicated gauze - the biggest wad in there. I pushed my coat back and slapped the damp material over the raked gashes in my side - clenching my jaw against the surge of pain, even as I fought against the urge to be sick from it. The gauze would serve the dual purpose of not only killing any surface bacteria, but stemming the blood-flow as well... for a bit, at least.
That fucking Alpha bitch.... I hadn't been quick enough after dispatching her mate, and hadn’t expected her to come at me from a full slumber. Her claws were smaller, of course, but the strike had been powerful. She had been fucking strong, even for her size, and lightning quick... My training, my discipline, and my natural talents as a Hunter had saved my life, backed up by the protective, firm padded armor I always wore. The strike had been intended to disembowel, a savage killshot… but I had skipped out with only two long gashes down the ribs on my right side. While not enough to put me down on the spot, I certainly didn't intend to keep two bleeding wounds open. I reached for a small bottle next, and tipped the two pills within it into my mouth, crunching them a little before swallowing. The painkillers would take the edge off, at least, making it easier to concentrate, and I knew well enough that my adrenaline-soaked nerves wouldn’t let them knock me out.
I struggled to unbuckle my armor -revealing my sweat-stained V-neck shirt- reaching for more bindings and bandages even as it thunked to the floor and slid under the seat. Fighting to keep the van on the road, I secured the compress to my side as best I could, winding an entire roll of bandages around myself as I drove, and then reached into the mass in my lap again, popping the safety cap from the compressed-air syringe with shaking fingers. I jabbed the tiny needle into the fleshy part of my hip, and did my best to ignore the sting. I was bleeding out, and needed the colloid fluids if I was going to make it. I didn’t have time to hunt for a vein though, so I slammed another vial in and repeated the hopeful stabbing. When in doubt, more is better, right?
Breathing a sigh as the meds started taking hold, I swerved back to the proper side of the road again, and fumbled in my coat pocket for my battered phone, punching in the number without ever really looking, and caught the phone between my chin and shoulder as I hauled on the wheel around another turn. I heard a few metallic thuds from the storage area of my van - my equipiment's not-so-silent protests at the erratic driving, but whatever had tumbled was not my concern right now. The line on the other end of my phone rang a few times before a sleepy and slightly accented voice answered.
"Mmph, hello...?"
"Miguel? Ava." I spared a hurried glance at my van's dashboard clock… shit, it was later than I thought. "Look I need your help - I got torn on this job, I need your special skills. Get ready to put those capable hands of yours to work, loverboy. I’m on my way to you. E.T.A., about ten minutes."
Despite my attempt at light flirt-teasing, the pain in my voice still carried clear enough down the line that when he next spoke, he sounded wide-awake.
"Ava? Christ… Alright, I'll have the surgery ready for when you get here. How bad, and where?" Even as he spoke I could hear the sound of rustling cloth - no doubt he was getting changed as he juggled the phone, and despite the urgency of the situation, and the burning pain not quite dulled by the pills, my mind still flashed for a brief moment to the image of that body those clothes were being pulled onto... A body I had been intimately familiar with on more than one occasion... My mind suddenly snapped back to the question he'd asked me, and I stammered a bit as I tried to answer.
"Oh… uh… Werewolf claws, two rips along my right side, lower ribcage. Jagged, not clean, lots of bleeding but nothing exposed - and she missed the bone. My armor did its job in taking the worst of it, believe me. I've never seen a Were with that fucking sort of strength before… Especially not a female..."
I heard Miguel hiss in a breath through his teeth "Shit girl, you know there's easier ways of grabbing my attention than getting yourself half opened up. Ways where I don't have to sedate you for most of it..." Even though he was teasing, I could hear the worry underneath it.
"Oh I dunno...you nearly needed to last time - I was merciless to you" I parried back, glad to keep talking - both for hearing his voice, and the distraction it took from the pain. I pressed the accelerator down just a little more...
"Ohhh but I like a strong girl, me…" I could hear a slight echo to Miguel's voice now, and the rattle of steel on steel - he was obviously in his surgical room now, getting things ready. I was still trying to think up a snappy reply when he spoke again, focusing me on what was going on. "Alright - I'm set here,” he said, his voice edging with worry. “I'll meet you topside and help you down here… and don't you give me any lip about not needing a hand with the steps, or I'll sedate you early and drag your ass down anyway."
"Well gee I'd hate to be such a burden” I drawled back, trying to keep it light as I rounded another bend, the van's tires screeching faintly. “Face it, lover… You just can't wait to get this armor off me…"
I heard his rich chuckle in return, and grinned at the phone. "Well you won't be getting it back on for at least a day or so..." I was glad to hear him banter back instead of fret... Miguel was a natural-born worrier, even though he knew I always healed up much faster than any other Hunter about. I attributed that fortunate ability to my Mom. She'd been a healthy mender too, and always said she got it from Grandma’s stubbornness. Whatever the reason, it gave a good edge on the times I had been wounded before, and though this was a little beyond my occassional injuries, I was expecting a quick recovery from Miguel’s attentive doctoring. My eyes gleamed faintly at the anticipating thought of his...tendings to me in recovery too...
The road opened into a long straight as I spoke again, letting the grin I wore slide into the tone of my voice "Well damn...I'm so disappointed to hear that..." I began to recognize a few of the landmarks beyond the dirty glass then, and let my tone change slightly as I mashed the pedal down even harder. "Ok listen, love. I'm not far off now, get yourself upstairs and wait for me."
"Alright Ava girl - hurry but be safe ok?" I heard his footsteps already thudding up the steps as he spoke.
"You got it loverboy - I'll see you soon."
I let the phone drop then, angling it toward my lap with a nudge of my shoulder before snapping it closed and stowing it away with one hand, slinging the van into the last sweeping right turn, slapping my hand back to the blood-stained wheel as the van's headlights began picking out the copse of trees that hid the start of a winding forest-track that would lead to Miguel's safe-house. Despite the circumstances, I would be glad to see him again. We weren't exactly an item… but hey, it gets lonely being an active Hunter, so whenever compatible opportunity presents itself, you don't exactly hold back what feels good. I wasn't kidding myself and neither was he… We both knew we weren't each other's only flings, past or current, but we did have a certain chemistry together that we both enjoyed...
I just needed to not be bleeding to death before I got to him…
By the time I eventually reached Miguel's, I was feeling woozy despite the injections, and could barely breathe from the searing agony down my right side. The colloid solution had dealt with the blood loss yes, but it didn't help the blood still there to carry the oxygen through my brain, and the difficulties breathing was only making things worse... My hasty bandages had soaked through, and I must have looked like something from a forensics lab by the time I sluiced to a stop, the heavy vehicle squalling sideways in his muddy yard as my control began to falter, and I more fell out than stepped from the wide-swung door without bothering to shut the engine down.
I couldn’t really see Miguel as he ran towards me… There was no moon out, the main reason I had moved against the pack tonight, and the few scattered stars I could see were playing hide and seek behind the shredded clouds. He caught me as I all but crashed to the ground, and reached in quickly to yank the keys, pocketing them even as he shifted me to a better position to carry, snatching at my almost comically wide brimmed hat as it fell, my long chesnut-brown hair draping damply over his arm. Had there been anyone else around I would have struggled, even insisted I could be walking if I could just lean against him… but here, alone, and in more pain than I could readily manage, I simply curled against him and let him bear my weight. Image and reputation be damned.
I felt his hand peel back my coat, and heard him hiss as he took a brief look at the damage. "Shit..." was all he said at the time, but he didn’t really waste any more time before heading for the distant light of the open door. As we descended, following the curve of the concrete wall as we sank toward his sanctuary, I heard his warm, accented voice murmur "It's ok love, we'll get you patched up..."
He might have said more, but by the time we reached the bottom of the steps, I had blacked out.
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KaosDancer
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I gripped the wheel tightly, the icy roads making driving tricky but I was determined to get home tonight. I glanced over at my passenger. He looked as tired as me but had stood up well to the rigors of the past week and I was glad he had been chosen to join the pack. We stank of mud and sweat but that underlying muskiness that marked one of our kind still made me lick my lips at the idea of getting him back home.
The storm had been bad, knocking out power for two dozen counties. That would have been bad enough but the bitter cold front that swept in on its wake made the repair work harder, and even more vital. It had been hell. We slept in shifts in tents or other makeshift shelters and short sleep and close proximity of too damn many humans had almost ended in bloodshed a couple of times.
It had been Kyle’s quite presence, firm self-control and gentle reminders that had kept me from ripping off the head of a couple of our temporary co-workers when they went too far with their ribbing about how a woman didn't belong on this kind of job. I gripped the wheel harder for a moment but forced myself to relax. We’d be home soon and I was looking forward to the comforting scent of the pack and a decent meal and maybe …
I glanced back over at my companion. He and his sister had just joined us right before we got the call out for the job. Dad was smart and knew that inbreeding lead to weaker pups. He’d brought in others before, but none of them had … appealed to me. This time … yeah, this time I think there’s a good chance that things will turn out a bit differently.
The storm had been bad, knocking out power for two dozen counties. That would have been bad enough but the bitter cold front that swept in on its wake made the repair work harder, and even more vital. It had been hell. We slept in shifts in tents or other makeshift shelters and short sleep and close proximity of too damn many humans had almost ended in bloodshed a couple of times.
It had been Kyle’s quite presence, firm self-control and gentle reminders that had kept me from ripping off the head of a couple of our temporary co-workers when they went too far with their ribbing about how a woman didn't belong on this kind of job. I gripped the wheel harder for a moment but forced myself to relax. We’d be home soon and I was looking forward to the comforting scent of the pack and a decent meal and maybe …
I glanced back over at my companion. He and his sister had just joined us right before we got the call out for the job. Dad was smart and knew that inbreeding lead to weaker pups. He’d brought in others before, but none of them had … appealed to me. This time … yeah, this time I think there’s a good chance that things will turn out a bit differently.
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Rufus the Mad
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My eyes were heavy as I relaxed back against the bouncing seat, too tired to care at the moment whether Andi was going to kill us before we got back to the house, and rolled everything that had happened around in my head again. My sister Kate and I had barely stepped in the door, figuratively speaking, before the storm hit the coast, and I had been forced to scramble just to find time enough to throw my suitcases into a spare room, and see who was going to be taking care of my little sister before having to grab my gear and head off to do my part. The Alpha knew I had worked the lines back home, and had already set me up with one of the local crews before I rolled in… but the new place, the new pack, and the lack of breathing time had left me feeling tense and out of sorts… and the fact that his own daughter was my supervisor did nothing to lessen the tensions.
Andi was a good worker, to be sure, and knew what she was doing as a supervisor, but she didn’t suffer idiots well, and there had been plenty at the worksite. More than once, I had cleared my throat or coughed to get her attention, barely avoiding some moron getting his brains spread across the camp just for badmouthing the little fireball.
For the most part, though, I had simply kept my head down, and done my job, hoping, somehow, that I wasn’t screwing up enough to have her tell her Dad, and looked forward to getting back to the house and finally settling in. Nothing will make you appreciate a bed you’ve never actually slept in like sharing a tent with six guys, and crashing on a cot for two weeks…
I could feel her looking at me again… and let my eyes drift closed, rather than worry about what she was thinking. I had caught her looking at me a few times since we were piled in together, and knew well enough why the Alpha had sent away for new blood… I simply tried not to think on it, overmuch. There were other packs nearby, of course… plenty of them had sent help to get the power grid hammered back into shape… but they had all been in the area for a while now… and it didn’t take a genius to realize that meant that the genetic pool was already pretty tapped for the area.
So Kate and I, orphans from out of State, had been asked to join a local pack… and had driven for nineteen hours to get to a house I hadn’t seen for more than twenty minutes yet.
It wasn’t home yet, but at least it would be warmer than those damned tents…
Andi was a good worker, to be sure, and knew what she was doing as a supervisor, but she didn’t suffer idiots well, and there had been plenty at the worksite. More than once, I had cleared my throat or coughed to get her attention, barely avoiding some moron getting his brains spread across the camp just for badmouthing the little fireball.
For the most part, though, I had simply kept my head down, and done my job, hoping, somehow, that I wasn’t screwing up enough to have her tell her Dad, and looked forward to getting back to the house and finally settling in. Nothing will make you appreciate a bed you’ve never actually slept in like sharing a tent with six guys, and crashing on a cot for two weeks…
I could feel her looking at me again… and let my eyes drift closed, rather than worry about what she was thinking. I had caught her looking at me a few times since we were piled in together, and knew well enough why the Alpha had sent away for new blood… I simply tried not to think on it, overmuch. There were other packs nearby, of course… plenty of them had sent help to get the power grid hammered back into shape… but they had all been in the area for a while now… and it didn’t take a genius to realize that meant that the genetic pool was already pretty tapped for the area.
So Kate and I, orphans from out of State, had been asked to join a local pack… and had driven for nineteen hours to get to a house I hadn’t seen for more than twenty minutes yet.
It wasn’t home yet, but at least it would be warmer than those damned tents…
KaosDancer
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I began to relax when I saw sign for our turnoff, taking a deep breath and letting the tension bleed off. The roads were going to be even worse when I got off the highway, but I had been driving them since I got my license. We still should make it home within the hour, and I wouldn't have to concentrate so hard.
I glanced over at Kyle again, remembering all we’d dealt with since he joined us, and gave him a shy little smile as I said “Sorry about the intro to the family but … I’m really glad you were there.” I shook my head then, shifting the conversation quickly before he read anything into that… “I’m sorry about you having to jump in for those idiots at the site, too… I know I shouldn't let them get to me but … it wasn't just their words, I mean I don’t want you thinking I’m so weak that I can’t take a ribbing but …” I shuddered a bit, remembering those faces… “it was how they smelled when they looked at me.”
I shook my head sharply, trying to shake the memory loose, and sighed, adding “Anyway… You were great and well… Thanks.”
I glanced over at Kyle again, remembering all we’d dealt with since he joined us, and gave him a shy little smile as I said “Sorry about the intro to the family but … I’m really glad you were there.” I shook my head then, shifting the conversation quickly before he read anything into that… “I’m sorry about you having to jump in for those idiots at the site, too… I know I shouldn't let them get to me but … it wasn't just their words, I mean I don’t want you thinking I’m so weak that I can’t take a ribbing but …” I shuddered a bit, remembering those faces… “it was how they smelled when they looked at me.”
I shook my head sharply, trying to shake the memory loose, and sighed, adding “Anyway… You were great and well… Thanks.”
Rufus the Mad
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I chuckled faintly, my eyes still closed as I rested. “No problem, boss.” I drawled, knowing she needed a response more than anything else. “I’ve had my share of run-ins with the so-called ‘normal’ people. Kate and I went to public schools, ya know.”
I grinned at that, the correlation between school and smell bringing a memory floating to the surface. “heh… and I know whatcha mean about smell, too.” I said, popping my eyes open and sitting up a bit to actually hold a conversation… “A few years back, my class went on a field trip to the zoo, and we all ended up heading into the Monkey House… I hung back, but not fer the shoelace I was usin as an excuse… I mean, that smell! Jeeze… Ya know?” I shook my head then, my eyes focusing on her face to make sure she knew what I was talking about. “It was almost overwhelming! All that stink, concentrated in one spot? Years of rampant sex, droppings, and blood from the apes tearing into one another?”
I laughed then, a short, quiet sound that accompanied my grin, and leaned toward her a bit, sharing a secret, despite the fact that we had already been alone for several hours… “The weirdest part, though…” I confided to her, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone “Was that it was the same smell I’d been livin with for years, bein around all the other kids!”
I chuckled again, sliding back to my relaxed posture, and grinning toward the windshield. “Let’s face it boss…” I added, settling back easily “Monkeys stink. It’s just what they do. Most of em just don't know it's there unless ya point it out.”
I grinned at that, the correlation between school and smell bringing a memory floating to the surface. “heh… and I know whatcha mean about smell, too.” I said, popping my eyes open and sitting up a bit to actually hold a conversation… “A few years back, my class went on a field trip to the zoo, and we all ended up heading into the Monkey House… I hung back, but not fer the shoelace I was usin as an excuse… I mean, that smell! Jeeze… Ya know?” I shook my head then, my eyes focusing on her face to make sure she knew what I was talking about. “It was almost overwhelming! All that stink, concentrated in one spot? Years of rampant sex, droppings, and blood from the apes tearing into one another?”
I laughed then, a short, quiet sound that accompanied my grin, and leaned toward her a bit, sharing a secret, despite the fact that we had already been alone for several hours… “The weirdest part, though…” I confided to her, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone “Was that it was the same smell I’d been livin with for years, bein around all the other kids!”
I chuckled again, sliding back to my relaxed posture, and grinning toward the windshield. “Let’s face it boss…” I added, settling back easily “Monkeys stink. It’s just what they do. Most of em just don't know it's there unless ya point it out.”
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I looked over at him and blinked “Public school? I can’t even imagine. Dad kept us away from other kids when we were younger and less … controlled.” I smiled at him softly and said “I always thought he was right but after meeting you I’m not so sure any more.”
I looked up and wrestled the truck around an icy curve before adding “The name’s Andi, you know.”
I looked up and wrestled the truck around an icy curve before adding “The name’s Andi, you know.”
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Snickering faintly, my eyes closing again, I said “Oh, I know whatcher name is… Knew it before I got here, truth be told. Just makin sure you know I understand how things are here.”
I cracked open the eye closest to her, the ghost of a grin tugging at the edges of my mouth again as I added “I also know who yer daddy is, but since he ain’t here, you get tha title.”
I cracked open the eye closest to her, the ghost of a grin tugging at the edges of my mouth again as I added “I also know who yer daddy is, but since he ain’t here, you get tha title.”
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I glanced over at him again, taking in his well-muscled frame and tousled blonde hair before turning my attention back to the road. “That’s not how I want you to think of me … and if Dad had been worried about it, he’d have never sent you with me.”
With a sigh I added, “We’re not really a traditional pack. Dad is … well … he lets us make our own choices …”
With a sigh I added, “We’re not really a traditional pack. Dad is … well … he lets us make our own choices …”
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I sighed softly, the smile dying on my lips, and lifted my head again, opening my eyes even as I turned to look at her… Those green eyes, so sharp when she got mad, were locked on the road ahead, but I could see the dark circles that her past tensions had left her with… Those eyes would light up a room when she smiled, I knew that without asking, but they could grow dark and sober when she was overtired or frustrated… Her hair, a wild mass of red-gold, was barely contained by the hairband she had put in before we left, and even as filthy as the conditions had been, seemed to shine with even the barest touch of light. I tracked my eyes along that slightly upturned nose, the perfect counterpoint to those prominent cheekbones and strong jaw, and let my gaze linger a bit as I trailed down that curve of exposed throat that showed above her heavy workshirt.
She was pretty, all things considered, and her compact frame held enough muscle to make most of the guys do a doubletake… but still… she managed to hold tight to those feminine curves where they counted… and I had caught myself staring, just as the other guys had been, while she worked or stalked among the crew, her body moving with an easy grace as she wrestled a fitting into place, or pointed to accentuate her orders.
Turning back to the road, the silence hanging heavy in the cab of the truck, I chose my words carefully, and shifted a bit in my seat… “I know why I’m here, Andi… I’m not stupid enough to think that a pack taking in two orphans was done out of the goodness of their hearts. Your Dad took a big chance bringin me in… putting us together… And I know he probably has similar plans for Kate when she’s old enough… but that doesn’t mean I get to treat you with anything less than respect…”
I glanced at her then, my jaw tight, and plunged in, figuring it might as well be now…
“And I don’t see you like that at all… as just the Alpha’s daughter, I mean… You work hard, an do yer job… Yer pretty, but don’t let that keep you from bein honest, an you expect just as much, if not more, from yerself as those around ya. You got a temper, an sometimes that gets ya in trouble… but yer willin ta back up what ya say, an at’s a good thing. I watched ya on tha job… learnin what ya liked, an what ya didn’t, an saw somebody I can work with… not just for. I called ya “Boss” because that’s what ya are. You get tha job done, an make sure tha rest of us keep up. Sorry if that quip about yer Daddy set wrong with ya… that ain’t how I meant fer it ta go…”
“An as fer you an me…” I added, looking at her frankly “Let me catch a few hours sleep, an get a good hot meal in me… an maybe we can sit down an talk about that. Deal?”
She was pretty, all things considered, and her compact frame held enough muscle to make most of the guys do a doubletake… but still… she managed to hold tight to those feminine curves where they counted… and I had caught myself staring, just as the other guys had been, while she worked or stalked among the crew, her body moving with an easy grace as she wrestled a fitting into place, or pointed to accentuate her orders.
Turning back to the road, the silence hanging heavy in the cab of the truck, I chose my words carefully, and shifted a bit in my seat… “I know why I’m here, Andi… I’m not stupid enough to think that a pack taking in two orphans was done out of the goodness of their hearts. Your Dad took a big chance bringin me in… putting us together… And I know he probably has similar plans for Kate when she’s old enough… but that doesn’t mean I get to treat you with anything less than respect…”
I glanced at her then, my jaw tight, and plunged in, figuring it might as well be now…
“And I don’t see you like that at all… as just the Alpha’s daughter, I mean… You work hard, an do yer job… Yer pretty, but don’t let that keep you from bein honest, an you expect just as much, if not more, from yerself as those around ya. You got a temper, an sometimes that gets ya in trouble… but yer willin ta back up what ya say, an at’s a good thing. I watched ya on tha job… learnin what ya liked, an what ya didn’t, an saw somebody I can work with… not just for. I called ya “Boss” because that’s what ya are. You get tha job done, an make sure tha rest of us keep up. Sorry if that quip about yer Daddy set wrong with ya… that ain’t how I meant fer it ta go…”
“An as fer you an me…” I added, looking at her frankly “Let me catch a few hours sleep, an get a good hot meal in me… an maybe we can sit down an talk about that. Deal?”
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I chuckled throatily, “Sit down and talk … what an interesting idea.” I grinned over at him and added, “Alright, you have a deal; food, shower, sleep and some time to talk.”
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I nodded then. “You got it Boss.” I said, as my grin grew to match hers.
Turning back to the road, peering through the dark to the frozen vista beyond the glass, I added “How much further, anyway?” in what I hoped wasn’t too desperate a tone.
Turning back to the road, peering through the dark to the frozen vista beyond the glass, I added “How much further, anyway?” in what I hoped wasn’t too desperate a tone.
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I woke slowly, swimming back toward consciousness with a head full of cotton and a tongue that felt like it had been coated thinly in slime. Mouthing my lips slightly, I tried looking around with eyes that wouldn’t quite focus… The room was plain, what I could see of it, but was warm and comfortable. No cold hospital setting here, but I found an IV tube taped to my arm, reminding me why I was really here.
Pulling myself half-upright, I spied a cup of water on the bedside table, with a jug beside it. I seized the cup and drank greedily - my sticky, parched mouth crying out for the cool liquid. I refilled the cup twice before I was able to swirl the slimy coating from my mouth, and twice more my breath no longer held the stale pungency of a surgery patient. Damned anesthetics…
That seen to, I began to take more of an inventory of myself, seeing if everything still worked. My ribcage was completely wrapped in bandages, but although I felt a slight pulling sensation from the healing scar-tissue, much of the soreness was gone. Idly, I wondered just how long the operation had taken, and just how long Miguel had kept me out for afterward, but had no real way of knowing, based only on how fast my body had helped me mend.
I noticed I was wearing a loose hospital-style robe, though one that did up at the front via a cloth belt rather than the usual tie-up-behind ones, but figured that was so Miguel would be able to check on my wounds after the surgery.
Mmm... Miguel… Just the thought that his hands had been drifting over my body -even in a post-op check-up- made me shiver with a she-cat purr, despite the faint pain…
Thinking of the wounds again, I pressed gently against the bandages, distracting myself from further musings, and felt a lingering tenderness underneath, but no pain. Seeing as my head was feeling clearer by the moment, I doubted I was on any strong kind of painkiller, and wondered again just how well I had healed. I spied my clothes, now cleaned, mended and neatly folded, on a dresser near the foot of the bed. I noticed, however, that my armor was not there...
I sighed as I began levering my bandage-swaddled body gently out of bed. I undid the surgical tape and took out the IV drip, ignoring the sting, and figured if Miguel wanted to tell me off for deciding I felt fine enough without it, well... I would be more than happy to take it up with him too.
A sly smile curving my lips at the thought of such a possibility, I shucked off my hospital gown and stretched as best I could, letting my muscles play and coil beneath my skin a bit, and moved toward the dresser, unwinding the bandages as I went.
My reflection in the oval mirror was much as I had always seen it, with a firm, solid build, athletic, but not too broad, though I was a little taller than most would have expected, showing I took after my Mother a bit. I had broad shoulders and firm arms, though not enough to look overly masculine, thank god. I wasn’t some body-builder type, but I was no willow-stick either. In fact my arms and shoulders lent me a surprising amount of strength, even for my size. More than most women had, at any rate, but without being overbearing. The rest of me was much the same, hard planes of muscle, sheathed in supple curves, lending me a control and agility that helped in my… profession, and a grace and femininity that helped when the work was done… so to speak.
The twin strips of pink, shiny scar tissue down my side were new, however, and I tossed the unwound bandages aside, turning slightly and lifting my arm, binding down the ample swell of my breast with the opposite hand to get a clearer view… I winced faintly at the new scars, the most recent of a faded lacework of such tell-tale legacies, and peered closely at the puckered edges, recognizing the look of freshly removed stitches. My body had its fair share of smaller, lesser scars already, as I said, but these… these would remain noticeable… blatant… even when they began to fade. It had been too close a call with that swipe, and I gave silent thanks for every bit of skill, reflex, training and armor that had saved my life - not to mention Miguel's doctoring skills after.
I replayed what I could remember of the fight in my head, looking at those scars… I had spray-maced the bitch right after she had swung at me, a nice burst of silver nitrate spray to her face - upon which she had reeled back, screaming - then I had followed it by a quick silver bullet to finish the job... I took no personal pleasure in her death, and I was not such a fool as to think she would have held any sympathy to my pain of death, had she succeeded.
My body inspection finished, I dropped my arms again, and reached toward my clothes, figuring I should get some food before squaring off against my well-meaning, but mothering surgeon, but hadn’t quite gotten to the fabric when I heard a quiet voice behind me. "And just what are you doing out of bed Missy?"
I whirled around on full alert to see Miguel leaning casually against the doorframe, grinning widely at me, his eyes drinking in the sight of my nude pose… and I smiled faintly at the devilry I saw hidden in those twinkling dark blue eyes…
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I had turned when the monitor went off, signaling me that Ava was not only awake, but had removed the IV, and sighed as I pushed myself away from the desk and stood, already turning down the short hall that led to her room. She was such a stubborn handful...but that only attracted me more to her.
It had been a hard fight to keep her this time, though I would never tell her that… The claws had torn her open from breastbone to rear flank, the gashes curling around her body as she had turned, and had almost torn into her right kidney before she had gotten clear. The mess that had been left behind, coupled with the massive blood loss, had almost claimed her. The surgery, reconstructing the damage, and closing the layers of severed muscle, had taken the better part of eighteen hours, and I had been keeping her unconscious for the four days since…
Actually, her recovery was nothing short of miraculous, if you wanted the truth of it, and while I was a fairly competent battlefield medic, and a practiced surgeon, the fact that she was standing there staring at those pink scars now had little to do with me. There was something about Ava… some twist of either genetics or luck that let her heal incredibly fast, and from things that would have left a corpse of most other people.
I walked quietly, the carpet under my bare feet whooshing faintly with each step, and came around the doorway just in time to see her drop the gown I had put her in, and begin making her way across the room, unwinding the bandages as she went.
Shaking my head slightly at her contrariness of wanting to be up and about, I settled against the doorframe and enjoyed the view. So sue me, I’m a doctor, not Buddha. I was glad she was too distracted with her inspection to have heard my footsteps - Ava also had the keenest senses of any Hunter I knew.
She shook her hair out as she tried to get a better look, capturing my wrapt attention with that silken chestnut wave, as she always did… Hanging just below her shoulder blades, I had reveled in those tresses from time to time, sinking my fingers into the thick, sensual feel of it, and had even talked her into letting me brush it on occasion. My fingers flexed gently of their own accord within my pockets at such thoughts.. It wasn’t my only fascination as far as Ava was concerned though - far from it… just my favorite.
I couldn’t see her eyes from here, but could imagine them, wide and slightly oversized, focused and intent as she studied the damage… a gentle brown that held hidden glimmer streaks of gold, almost mesmerizing in their intensity… They were eyes I could stare into all day if she would let me...
Her skin, for the most part, was a sweeping line of dusky brown, not quite the olive of Italian heritage, but decisively Mediterranean somewhere in her ancestry, and was crisscrossed with old scars, like a loose cobweb of thin lines and sweeping curves… I had trailed warm fingers over that map enough times to know the route by heart, but had never grown tired of the trip… My fingers went from flexing to curled in my pockets now, and my breathing quickened faintly.. Were our lives not the dangerous professions we lived, I would be seriously dating her in a nanosecond.
Her muscular form, like iron wrapped in velvet, was held, poised and balanced as she examined the marks, the fingers of her right hand held with unconscious grace above her head as she struggled to see past the luscious curve of her sumptuously full breast, that puckered nipple peeking from between her entrapping fingers seeming almost to plead with me to rescue it, to set it free… I licked my suddenly dry lips, and tried to stifle a groan at the sight of the warrior goddess who was naked in my view... I knew very well what I wanted to do to that sweet, pert nipple...and to the rest of her..
She had turned slightly, as well, the ball of one foot serving as a pivot as she pressed her toes into the carpet, turning one hip forward in a sensual arc that did wonderful things to her muscular back, and I didn’t bother stopping my eyes from lingering, my blood rising and heating as I felt my groin begin to tighten and swell within the confine of my trousers…
When she moved to dress, however, I thought it might be best to let her know I was here, before she killed me out of reflex… Being naked made her no less dangerous in close quarters...
"And just what are you doing out of bed Missy?" I said, my lips curling in a wicked grin as she spun around at the noise…
Pulling myself half-upright, I spied a cup of water on the bedside table, with a jug beside it. I seized the cup and drank greedily - my sticky, parched mouth crying out for the cool liquid. I refilled the cup twice before I was able to swirl the slimy coating from my mouth, and twice more my breath no longer held the stale pungency of a surgery patient. Damned anesthetics…
That seen to, I began to take more of an inventory of myself, seeing if everything still worked. My ribcage was completely wrapped in bandages, but although I felt a slight pulling sensation from the healing scar-tissue, much of the soreness was gone. Idly, I wondered just how long the operation had taken, and just how long Miguel had kept me out for afterward, but had no real way of knowing, based only on how fast my body had helped me mend.
I noticed I was wearing a loose hospital-style robe, though one that did up at the front via a cloth belt rather than the usual tie-up-behind ones, but figured that was so Miguel would be able to check on my wounds after the surgery.
Mmm... Miguel… Just the thought that his hands had been drifting over my body -even in a post-op check-up- made me shiver with a she-cat purr, despite the faint pain…
Thinking of the wounds again, I pressed gently against the bandages, distracting myself from further musings, and felt a lingering tenderness underneath, but no pain. Seeing as my head was feeling clearer by the moment, I doubted I was on any strong kind of painkiller, and wondered again just how well I had healed. I spied my clothes, now cleaned, mended and neatly folded, on a dresser near the foot of the bed. I noticed, however, that my armor was not there...
I sighed as I began levering my bandage-swaddled body gently out of bed. I undid the surgical tape and took out the IV drip, ignoring the sting, and figured if Miguel wanted to tell me off for deciding I felt fine enough without it, well... I would be more than happy to take it up with him too.
A sly smile curving my lips at the thought of such a possibility, I shucked off my hospital gown and stretched as best I could, letting my muscles play and coil beneath my skin a bit, and moved toward the dresser, unwinding the bandages as I went.
My reflection in the oval mirror was much as I had always seen it, with a firm, solid build, athletic, but not too broad, though I was a little taller than most would have expected, showing I took after my Mother a bit. I had broad shoulders and firm arms, though not enough to look overly masculine, thank god. I wasn’t some body-builder type, but I was no willow-stick either. In fact my arms and shoulders lent me a surprising amount of strength, even for my size. More than most women had, at any rate, but without being overbearing. The rest of me was much the same, hard planes of muscle, sheathed in supple curves, lending me a control and agility that helped in my… profession, and a grace and femininity that helped when the work was done… so to speak.
The twin strips of pink, shiny scar tissue down my side were new, however, and I tossed the unwound bandages aside, turning slightly and lifting my arm, binding down the ample swell of my breast with the opposite hand to get a clearer view… I winced faintly at the new scars, the most recent of a faded lacework of such tell-tale legacies, and peered closely at the puckered edges, recognizing the look of freshly removed stitches. My body had its fair share of smaller, lesser scars already, as I said, but these… these would remain noticeable… blatant… even when they began to fade. It had been too close a call with that swipe, and I gave silent thanks for every bit of skill, reflex, training and armor that had saved my life - not to mention Miguel's doctoring skills after.
I replayed what I could remember of the fight in my head, looking at those scars… I had spray-maced the bitch right after she had swung at me, a nice burst of silver nitrate spray to her face - upon which she had reeled back, screaming - then I had followed it by a quick silver bullet to finish the job... I took no personal pleasure in her death, and I was not such a fool as to think she would have held any sympathy to my pain of death, had she succeeded.
My body inspection finished, I dropped my arms again, and reached toward my clothes, figuring I should get some food before squaring off against my well-meaning, but mothering surgeon, but hadn’t quite gotten to the fabric when I heard a quiet voice behind me. "And just what are you doing out of bed Missy?"
I whirled around on full alert to see Miguel leaning casually against the doorframe, grinning widely at me, his eyes drinking in the sight of my nude pose… and I smiled faintly at the devilry I saw hidden in those twinkling dark blue eyes…
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I had turned when the monitor went off, signaling me that Ava was not only awake, but had removed the IV, and sighed as I pushed myself away from the desk and stood, already turning down the short hall that led to her room. She was such a stubborn handful...but that only attracted me more to her.
It had been a hard fight to keep her this time, though I would never tell her that… The claws had torn her open from breastbone to rear flank, the gashes curling around her body as she had turned, and had almost torn into her right kidney before she had gotten clear. The mess that had been left behind, coupled with the massive blood loss, had almost claimed her. The surgery, reconstructing the damage, and closing the layers of severed muscle, had taken the better part of eighteen hours, and I had been keeping her unconscious for the four days since…
Actually, her recovery was nothing short of miraculous, if you wanted the truth of it, and while I was a fairly competent battlefield medic, and a practiced surgeon, the fact that she was standing there staring at those pink scars now had little to do with me. There was something about Ava… some twist of either genetics or luck that let her heal incredibly fast, and from things that would have left a corpse of most other people.
I walked quietly, the carpet under my bare feet whooshing faintly with each step, and came around the doorway just in time to see her drop the gown I had put her in, and begin making her way across the room, unwinding the bandages as she went.
Shaking my head slightly at her contrariness of wanting to be up and about, I settled against the doorframe and enjoyed the view. So sue me, I’m a doctor, not Buddha. I was glad she was too distracted with her inspection to have heard my footsteps - Ava also had the keenest senses of any Hunter I knew.
She shook her hair out as she tried to get a better look, capturing my wrapt attention with that silken chestnut wave, as she always did… Hanging just below her shoulder blades, I had reveled in those tresses from time to time, sinking my fingers into the thick, sensual feel of it, and had even talked her into letting me brush it on occasion. My fingers flexed gently of their own accord within my pockets at such thoughts.. It wasn’t my only fascination as far as Ava was concerned though - far from it… just my favorite.
I couldn’t see her eyes from here, but could imagine them, wide and slightly oversized, focused and intent as she studied the damage… a gentle brown that held hidden glimmer streaks of gold, almost mesmerizing in their intensity… They were eyes I could stare into all day if she would let me...
Her skin, for the most part, was a sweeping line of dusky brown, not quite the olive of Italian heritage, but decisively Mediterranean somewhere in her ancestry, and was crisscrossed with old scars, like a loose cobweb of thin lines and sweeping curves… I had trailed warm fingers over that map enough times to know the route by heart, but had never grown tired of the trip… My fingers went from flexing to curled in my pockets now, and my breathing quickened faintly.. Were our lives not the dangerous professions we lived, I would be seriously dating her in a nanosecond.
Her muscular form, like iron wrapped in velvet, was held, poised and balanced as she examined the marks, the fingers of her right hand held with unconscious grace above her head as she struggled to see past the luscious curve of her sumptuously full breast, that puckered nipple peeking from between her entrapping fingers seeming almost to plead with me to rescue it, to set it free… I licked my suddenly dry lips, and tried to stifle a groan at the sight of the warrior goddess who was naked in my view... I knew very well what I wanted to do to that sweet, pert nipple...and to the rest of her..
She had turned slightly, as well, the ball of one foot serving as a pivot as she pressed her toes into the carpet, turning one hip forward in a sensual arc that did wonderful things to her muscular back, and I didn’t bother stopping my eyes from lingering, my blood rising and heating as I felt my groin begin to tighten and swell within the confine of my trousers…
When she moved to dress, however, I thought it might be best to let her know I was here, before she killed me out of reflex… Being naked made her no less dangerous in close quarters...
"And just what are you doing out of bed Missy?" I said, my lips curling in a wicked grin as she spun around at the noise…
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My smirk lingered as I took in the view of him leaning against the doorway, and judging by the faint flush I could detect on his cheeks, he had obviously been there a while...
I didn't bother to hide or cover up anything about me. I stretched sinfully, instead, letting his eyes roam as I reaching my arms high above my head, linking my fingers while at the same time arching my back to both casually and sensuously display the curves of my body, even punishing him a bit with a breathy and luxurious groan as I did so. I ignored the faint protest from the newly healed scar-tissue, the faint tug and burn… It was just a twinge, after all, and no real threat of further damage.
My little act was rewarded by a hungry flare behind those dark blue eyes… heated… lustful… He growled faintly, the sound rumbling from his chest and throat as he strode slowly towards me, a toss of his head flicking that unkempt mop of dark curls from his eyes. His voice was low, quiet, and strong, his faint Spanish accent clearer somehow as the fire in his blood turned his voice to a deliciously husky timbre that chased goosebumps across my warming skin... "I asked you a question love..."
I let my eyes sweep over him as he approached, taking in the short lab coat, sparkling white but with the sleeves pushed up above worn and comfortable black jeans that clung to his well-toned legs and prominent backside… He was wearing a thin shirt beneath the coat, one that seemed to outline and caress every ripple of muscle as he moved, and it suddenly seemed a terrible crime to keep such a body shrouded beneath clothing…
Sidling close, my hands just beginning to pluck and tease at his jacket and shirt, I looked up into his eyes, a smirk curling by lips as I purred back "But I'm a big girl Miguel...I get to decide when it's time for me to get up.."
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Catching her hands, I did my best to glower down at her, despite the rising tide of heat within me, and tried to ignore the discomfort of my suddenly too-tight pants as I said “I know how big you are, Ava… but I also know that even you can’t recover this quick. You need to be careful, eh? Not try so hard to get back on your feet.”
I let loose of one hand and swept my arm across the room, spinning my body partially away from her in an attempt to hide my passionate response to the sight of her, and continued speaking. “The room is comfortable, yes? The bed is soft? There is no need to return to your work so soon…”
I turned back to her then, looking at her gently, and added “You can stay with me for a bit… You know you are welcome.”
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I looked up at him, half annoyed that he had stopped my hands in their yearning travels, and opened my mouth to begin protesting that I already was back on my feet thank you very much! I knew him well enough not to take his glower seriously, or at least not too seriously, knowing as well that he meant it with the best of intentions.
As he turned slightly from me however, I felt the brush of his body against mine, and my heated reply vanished from my lips before I could say it. His dark blue eyes met mine as the words of his offer fell gently to my ears, and I bit my lower lip softly... How tempting that sounded... I wanted to stay… wanted it so very much... But I couldn't, and we both knew that. Hell, I had probably gotten more than a few job offers piled up on my phone already, while I had been sedated out for those days...
I closed my eyes in sad regret, wishing so much I could just stay with him, pretend that I belonged to him, if only for just a few days... But it's the curse of the Hunter that the job comes first, and every night I lingered with Miguel was another night when an innocent might be butchered... lost…
But I didn't want to go just yet either... The lingering heat of his body so close to mine, the scent of him, the whisper of his breathing... I had not had such comforts in a long time - especially not his. Voice trembling slightly, my eyes captured his, pleading silently for him to hear the truth behind my words as I whispered "Don't... please... We both already know the answer…"
I clenched my jaw then, shaking my head sharply to clear the melancholy I felt threatening us both, and grinned slowly… My hands were still his prisoners, but I changed that with a sudden spin-and-yank of my wrists, drawing him in to press my fingers once more against the thin fabric of his shirt as my eyes climbed slowly upwards to meet his again.
Sliding my gaze sideways, I looked at the rumpled bed for a long moment before turning my head slightly to look at him again, my smile curving up slowly as a let my fingers fan out and creep toward his shoulders, slipping beneath that crisp, white coat as I teased along his shoulders…”You're right about one thing though,” I purred to him, my breath warm and soft across his cheek... “That bed is very soft..."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I felt the moment… felt the pain, the need that lay so close beneath the skin for both of us… and was about to apologize when I saw her shake it off… The moment was gone then… the quiet, loving girl that I had glimpsed on occasion, and longed to hold had slipped back to the shadows… and the Hunter… the hungry, controlling creature she had become, had returned in force.
I growled again, anguish and raw need mingling within me as I shrugged the coat off, letting it drop to the carpeted floor, and took this fiery woman in my arms again… She was so vibrant, so alive… and could sweep my passions to raging heights with only a look… but her touch, her lips… the heat of her body…
These were the stuff of dreams…
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
My breath seized slightly in my throat as he captured me in him arms, but my gasp turned to a throaty purr as I saw that hungry fire return to his eyes, a fire which ignigted my own carnal desires once more - a hot shiver coursing through my body, making my skin tingle, feeling my nether-lips dampen, moisten at the very thought of his touch.... Abandoning all discretion and pretense, I tipped my head back with a low moan, my hands working feverishly at the first of his buttons, before I lost my self-control and simply tore at his shirt from either side, popping the buttons free to scatter randomly as I yanked the fabric open like one would a sealed bag, hungry to reach that skin that the material so cruelly kept from me.
I peeled the ragged remnants of his shirt free and let them flutter to the floor, my eyes feasting on the muscular build of his chest, my hands trailing each line, every swell of muscle as they roamed downward slowly towards his waist, but stopping just shy of it, leaving the tight fabric of his jeans confining and restraining him… My eyes burned hungrily up to his, my knowing smile revealing that I knew exactly the torment I was inflicting on him, and let my hands ghost over that taunt fabric, feeling for myself his hard excitement and need as he strained against the denim, but denying him the freedom he craved... for now...
He had to earn that...
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I groaned as she caressed me through my jeans, feeling the further surging response of my rapidly swelling manhood. My hands roamed her supple flesh as she grinned up at me… I knew the game… knew the rules, and the goal… but never tired of the sweet torment involved. She was a devil, and she knew it…
I kissed her hard, heatedly, my lips pressing aggrssively yet passionatly against hers, diving my tongue in through her luscious lips to explore the tight, heated cavern of her mouth. I felt her own lips move just as demandingly back against mine, her tongue rising to stroke against mine as she gave a muffled moan. I let my kiss sear her lips, steal her breath, then pulled back hotly, leaving her panting softly...
Letting my gaze linger on those sweet, red lips, I began working my way slowly down her body, touching, and caressing every square inch of skin with fingers, lips and softened tongue… The curve of her neck, the wide plane of shoulder, these received their due attentions, of course, but those breasts… I was well aware of how sensitive, how responsive they were… and took my time accordingly. Licking, teasing, I drew myself slowly to those puckered tips, my breath hot, and my lips taking first one, then the other turgid nipple in, sucking gently… She moaned appreciatively at my efforts, and I grinned as those soft sounds turned to seething hisses as I brought my teeth into play… Continuing on, my body shaking slightly as I neared my true focus, I glanced up watching the fire rise behind those brown eyes, and felt the temperature of her skin soar as blood rushed to the surface, summoned by the gentle teasing I subjected her to, and eventually found myself poised, knees spread and fingers curling, before the widening swell of her hips…
With tender kisses, I traced along the soft swell at the tummy line, easing first one way, then the other as I crossed her body, pausing only long enough to gnaw slowly at the inner curve where thigh met hip… and eased my way, with torturous, agonizing slowness, to the hot core of her sexuality. I was rock-hard within my trousers now, the fabric cleary showing how desperatley my rigid shaft wanted to be free of such confines.. But I knew her play...my turn would come...
Pressing her back gently, guiding her with my nudging knees, my groping hands, I pressed her back to the wall behind her, and eased first one, then the other of her sinuous thighs over my shoulders… With slow, tender licks, punctuated by the occasional nip from my sharp teeth, I settled her into the perfect position… and breathed slowly, forcefully across that swelling nubbin, even as I lapped and teased open the petals of her feminine flower…
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Still reeling slightly from his kiss, a deep groan wrenched itself from my throat as I buried my hands in his thick hair, my fingers wending, curling and seizing within his dark locks as his hands and tongue glided like hot silk down my burning, screaming skin. My breath quivered in exhale… my fires already racing, searing my skin, feeling myself tingle and moisten in sheer anticipation of him… His mouth on my breasts...oh God!
As his worshipping began to move lower, I half pushed, half followed his head down my body, my back arching in a supple curve that thrust the swelled, tight mounds of my tingling breasts out, even as his lips drew themselves teasingly across my stomach.. No other lover ever seemed to bring out the heat in me so quickly… no one else had ever learned how to make something so gentle be so cruel...
As he drew closer to my core, I curled my hips towards him slightly - not begging him... no… not here, not yet… This was an invitation… pure and simple… I wanted him to go on, to continue... But god he knew how to draw it out... I grew wetter… hotter for him, my anticipation growing to delightfully maddening levels. My breath quivered as my knees buckled slightly, and at his nudging, I was all-too-willing to straddle his shoulders with my legs, tipping my head back in a wailing moan as his tongue tormented, teased, and stroked my dewed mound…
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Delving deep, I coiled my tongue around her nether lips, sucking and lathing it with a gentle heat, even as I grazed that engorged clit lightly with the tips of my teeth… Flexing my back, my hands curling over her hips, locking her in place, I eased my way back to a standing position, lifting her bodily, forcing her up the wall with sheer strength, and growled loudly, sending reverberations though her from the inside out.
I knew her body… knew how to tease and work her into a frenzy… and knew, just as well, that she needed that release, that level of freedom right now. Having come so close to death, she would be craving life, in all its forms… and I was more than happy to oblige.
Wedging my chin deeper between her quivering thighs, I lapped my way lower, and drilled my tongue into her unmercifully, my hands, now that she was stable again, roaming upward to catch and claw at her taut, swelled breasts, teasing and tickling those tightening nipples as I plied my skills… She needed release, hard, unrelenting, and powerful… and I would do anything to hear her screaming for me again…
I held her tight, gnawing at her now as I drove her toward her pleasure, and growled again, knowing she loved the sound as well as the feel. She moaned and gasped above me, pressing her palms flat against the ceiling in an effort to get more contact with me, and began grinding and flexing her hips in a slow, sensuous roll…
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
My mind was spiraling rapidly into a haze of hot, intense pleasure… My senses were flooded with him as he probed and lapped relentlessly at me. His teeth drew sharp gasps that punctuated my deep moans, every motion he did, every action, every glide of his strong, hot mouth sent my fires climbing, racing even higher, the growing, molten heat of my core heightening... His hands on my breasts drew maddening groans from me as he played over my tight, pert nipples, the intense sensation of his heated touch… of those skilled, skilled hands mingling with the tightening buildup of bright fire that was rushing towards a peak within me.
When he growled from within my heated mound however, I tipped my head back as my eyes rolled upwards and voiced a near delirious moan as the sounds resonated over my swollen clit, through the dewy well inside of me, and piercing right to my inner core.
I began to grind my hips slowly on him, wanting… needing more from him. I wanted him to take me over and beyond the building rush, his name was a moaned litany on my lips as I braced myself against the ceiling, forcing myself down, forcing him deeper… "Oh-h-h God Miguel, yesss, yess!" I began to pant, hard… urgent, I was building so fast, getting so close as I worked myself in time with his actions.
As my panting reached a fevered pitch from his merciless onslaught, so did the racing pleasure within me. My body shook, my eyes screwed shut tightly, and I didn't bother holding back my cries as I came, shuddering, screaming, my legs clenching around him and one hand latching down tight in his hair as my body rode the cresting wave of my climax, and the nectar of my release poured from me as my cries subsided into inarticulate mewls as my body spent itself...
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Licking, gnawing, my neck and back corded as I fought to hold her in place, I greedily drank down all she could give me. I locked my lips around her clit, sucking intently, almost nursing as she flexed and ground herself against my mouth, and even as she began to relax, even as those cries and gasps turned to purrs and mews of contentment… I continued to lap and play, easing her down, and began my slow decent back to the floor.
Her body, languid and loose from her release, slid almost wetly down the smooth surface, her hair drawn from behind her to spill forward over her shoulders in a glorious display, and I couldn’t help but smile at the expression on her softened face…
Gently, slowly, I eased my way up from beneath her, cradling and cuddling her to my bare chest as we made our way to the bed, and laid her back among the disturbed covers with a tender grace, looking down at her as she curled inward, content and happy, for the moment in the splash of sunlight that played across the bed. Beautiful…
I didn't bother to hide or cover up anything about me. I stretched sinfully, instead, letting his eyes roam as I reaching my arms high above my head, linking my fingers while at the same time arching my back to both casually and sensuously display the curves of my body, even punishing him a bit with a breathy and luxurious groan as I did so. I ignored the faint protest from the newly healed scar-tissue, the faint tug and burn… It was just a twinge, after all, and no real threat of further damage.
My little act was rewarded by a hungry flare behind those dark blue eyes… heated… lustful… He growled faintly, the sound rumbling from his chest and throat as he strode slowly towards me, a toss of his head flicking that unkempt mop of dark curls from his eyes. His voice was low, quiet, and strong, his faint Spanish accent clearer somehow as the fire in his blood turned his voice to a deliciously husky timbre that chased goosebumps across my warming skin... "I asked you a question love..."
I let my eyes sweep over him as he approached, taking in the short lab coat, sparkling white but with the sleeves pushed up above worn and comfortable black jeans that clung to his well-toned legs and prominent backside… He was wearing a thin shirt beneath the coat, one that seemed to outline and caress every ripple of muscle as he moved, and it suddenly seemed a terrible crime to keep such a body shrouded beneath clothing…
Sidling close, my hands just beginning to pluck and tease at his jacket and shirt, I looked up into his eyes, a smirk curling by lips as I purred back "But I'm a big girl Miguel...I get to decide when it's time for me to get up.."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Catching her hands, I did my best to glower down at her, despite the rising tide of heat within me, and tried to ignore the discomfort of my suddenly too-tight pants as I said “I know how big you are, Ava… but I also know that even you can’t recover this quick. You need to be careful, eh? Not try so hard to get back on your feet.”
I let loose of one hand and swept my arm across the room, spinning my body partially away from her in an attempt to hide my passionate response to the sight of her, and continued speaking. “The room is comfortable, yes? The bed is soft? There is no need to return to your work so soon…”
I turned back to her then, looking at her gently, and added “You can stay with me for a bit… You know you are welcome.”
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I looked up at him, half annoyed that he had stopped my hands in their yearning travels, and opened my mouth to begin protesting that I already was back on my feet thank you very much! I knew him well enough not to take his glower seriously, or at least not too seriously, knowing as well that he meant it with the best of intentions.
As he turned slightly from me however, I felt the brush of his body against mine, and my heated reply vanished from my lips before I could say it. His dark blue eyes met mine as the words of his offer fell gently to my ears, and I bit my lower lip softly... How tempting that sounded... I wanted to stay… wanted it so very much... But I couldn't, and we both knew that. Hell, I had probably gotten more than a few job offers piled up on my phone already, while I had been sedated out for those days...
I closed my eyes in sad regret, wishing so much I could just stay with him, pretend that I belonged to him, if only for just a few days... But it's the curse of the Hunter that the job comes first, and every night I lingered with Miguel was another night when an innocent might be butchered... lost…
But I didn't want to go just yet either... The lingering heat of his body so close to mine, the scent of him, the whisper of his breathing... I had not had such comforts in a long time - especially not his. Voice trembling slightly, my eyes captured his, pleading silently for him to hear the truth behind my words as I whispered "Don't... please... We both already know the answer…"
I clenched my jaw then, shaking my head sharply to clear the melancholy I felt threatening us both, and grinned slowly… My hands were still his prisoners, but I changed that with a sudden spin-and-yank of my wrists, drawing him in to press my fingers once more against the thin fabric of his shirt as my eyes climbed slowly upwards to meet his again.
Sliding my gaze sideways, I looked at the rumpled bed for a long moment before turning my head slightly to look at him again, my smile curving up slowly as a let my fingers fan out and creep toward his shoulders, slipping beneath that crisp, white coat as I teased along his shoulders…”You're right about one thing though,” I purred to him, my breath warm and soft across his cheek... “That bed is very soft..."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I felt the moment… felt the pain, the need that lay so close beneath the skin for both of us… and was about to apologize when I saw her shake it off… The moment was gone then… the quiet, loving girl that I had glimpsed on occasion, and longed to hold had slipped back to the shadows… and the Hunter… the hungry, controlling creature she had become, had returned in force.
I growled again, anguish and raw need mingling within me as I shrugged the coat off, letting it drop to the carpeted floor, and took this fiery woman in my arms again… She was so vibrant, so alive… and could sweep my passions to raging heights with only a look… but her touch, her lips… the heat of her body…
These were the stuff of dreams…
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
My breath seized slightly in my throat as he captured me in him arms, but my gasp turned to a throaty purr as I saw that hungry fire return to his eyes, a fire which ignigted my own carnal desires once more - a hot shiver coursing through my body, making my skin tingle, feeling my nether-lips dampen, moisten at the very thought of his touch.... Abandoning all discretion and pretense, I tipped my head back with a low moan, my hands working feverishly at the first of his buttons, before I lost my self-control and simply tore at his shirt from either side, popping the buttons free to scatter randomly as I yanked the fabric open like one would a sealed bag, hungry to reach that skin that the material so cruelly kept from me.
I peeled the ragged remnants of his shirt free and let them flutter to the floor, my eyes feasting on the muscular build of his chest, my hands trailing each line, every swell of muscle as they roamed downward slowly towards his waist, but stopping just shy of it, leaving the tight fabric of his jeans confining and restraining him… My eyes burned hungrily up to his, my knowing smile revealing that I knew exactly the torment I was inflicting on him, and let my hands ghost over that taunt fabric, feeling for myself his hard excitement and need as he strained against the denim, but denying him the freedom he craved... for now...
He had to earn that...
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I groaned as she caressed me through my jeans, feeling the further surging response of my rapidly swelling manhood. My hands roamed her supple flesh as she grinned up at me… I knew the game… knew the rules, and the goal… but never tired of the sweet torment involved. She was a devil, and she knew it…
I kissed her hard, heatedly, my lips pressing aggrssively yet passionatly against hers, diving my tongue in through her luscious lips to explore the tight, heated cavern of her mouth. I felt her own lips move just as demandingly back against mine, her tongue rising to stroke against mine as she gave a muffled moan. I let my kiss sear her lips, steal her breath, then pulled back hotly, leaving her panting softly...
Letting my gaze linger on those sweet, red lips, I began working my way slowly down her body, touching, and caressing every square inch of skin with fingers, lips and softened tongue… The curve of her neck, the wide plane of shoulder, these received their due attentions, of course, but those breasts… I was well aware of how sensitive, how responsive they were… and took my time accordingly. Licking, teasing, I drew myself slowly to those puckered tips, my breath hot, and my lips taking first one, then the other turgid nipple in, sucking gently… She moaned appreciatively at my efforts, and I grinned as those soft sounds turned to seething hisses as I brought my teeth into play… Continuing on, my body shaking slightly as I neared my true focus, I glanced up watching the fire rise behind those brown eyes, and felt the temperature of her skin soar as blood rushed to the surface, summoned by the gentle teasing I subjected her to, and eventually found myself poised, knees spread and fingers curling, before the widening swell of her hips…
With tender kisses, I traced along the soft swell at the tummy line, easing first one way, then the other as I crossed her body, pausing only long enough to gnaw slowly at the inner curve where thigh met hip… and eased my way, with torturous, agonizing slowness, to the hot core of her sexuality. I was rock-hard within my trousers now, the fabric cleary showing how desperatley my rigid shaft wanted to be free of such confines.. But I knew her play...my turn would come...
Pressing her back gently, guiding her with my nudging knees, my groping hands, I pressed her back to the wall behind her, and eased first one, then the other of her sinuous thighs over my shoulders… With slow, tender licks, punctuated by the occasional nip from my sharp teeth, I settled her into the perfect position… and breathed slowly, forcefully across that swelling nubbin, even as I lapped and teased open the petals of her feminine flower…
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Still reeling slightly from his kiss, a deep groan wrenched itself from my throat as I buried my hands in his thick hair, my fingers wending, curling and seizing within his dark locks as his hands and tongue glided like hot silk down my burning, screaming skin. My breath quivered in exhale… my fires already racing, searing my skin, feeling myself tingle and moisten in sheer anticipation of him… His mouth on my breasts...oh God!
As his worshipping began to move lower, I half pushed, half followed his head down my body, my back arching in a supple curve that thrust the swelled, tight mounds of my tingling breasts out, even as his lips drew themselves teasingly across my stomach.. No other lover ever seemed to bring out the heat in me so quickly… no one else had ever learned how to make something so gentle be so cruel...
As he drew closer to my core, I curled my hips towards him slightly - not begging him... no… not here, not yet… This was an invitation… pure and simple… I wanted him to go on, to continue... But god he knew how to draw it out... I grew wetter… hotter for him, my anticipation growing to delightfully maddening levels. My breath quivered as my knees buckled slightly, and at his nudging, I was all-too-willing to straddle his shoulders with my legs, tipping my head back in a wailing moan as his tongue tormented, teased, and stroked my dewed mound…
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Delving deep, I coiled my tongue around her nether lips, sucking and lathing it with a gentle heat, even as I grazed that engorged clit lightly with the tips of my teeth… Flexing my back, my hands curling over her hips, locking her in place, I eased my way back to a standing position, lifting her bodily, forcing her up the wall with sheer strength, and growled loudly, sending reverberations though her from the inside out.
I knew her body… knew how to tease and work her into a frenzy… and knew, just as well, that she needed that release, that level of freedom right now. Having come so close to death, she would be craving life, in all its forms… and I was more than happy to oblige.
Wedging my chin deeper between her quivering thighs, I lapped my way lower, and drilled my tongue into her unmercifully, my hands, now that she was stable again, roaming upward to catch and claw at her taut, swelled breasts, teasing and tickling those tightening nipples as I plied my skills… She needed release, hard, unrelenting, and powerful… and I would do anything to hear her screaming for me again…
I held her tight, gnawing at her now as I drove her toward her pleasure, and growled again, knowing she loved the sound as well as the feel. She moaned and gasped above me, pressing her palms flat against the ceiling in an effort to get more contact with me, and began grinding and flexing her hips in a slow, sensuous roll…
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
My mind was spiraling rapidly into a haze of hot, intense pleasure… My senses were flooded with him as he probed and lapped relentlessly at me. His teeth drew sharp gasps that punctuated my deep moans, every motion he did, every action, every glide of his strong, hot mouth sent my fires climbing, racing even higher, the growing, molten heat of my core heightening... His hands on my breasts drew maddening groans from me as he played over my tight, pert nipples, the intense sensation of his heated touch… of those skilled, skilled hands mingling with the tightening buildup of bright fire that was rushing towards a peak within me.
When he growled from within my heated mound however, I tipped my head back as my eyes rolled upwards and voiced a near delirious moan as the sounds resonated over my swollen clit, through the dewy well inside of me, and piercing right to my inner core.
I began to grind my hips slowly on him, wanting… needing more from him. I wanted him to take me over and beyond the building rush, his name was a moaned litany on my lips as I braced myself against the ceiling, forcing myself down, forcing him deeper… "Oh-h-h God Miguel, yesss, yess!" I began to pant, hard… urgent, I was building so fast, getting so close as I worked myself in time with his actions.
As my panting reached a fevered pitch from his merciless onslaught, so did the racing pleasure within me. My body shook, my eyes screwed shut tightly, and I didn't bother holding back my cries as I came, shuddering, screaming, my legs clenching around him and one hand latching down tight in his hair as my body rode the cresting wave of my climax, and the nectar of my release poured from me as my cries subsided into inarticulate mewls as my body spent itself...
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Licking, gnawing, my neck and back corded as I fought to hold her in place, I greedily drank down all she could give me. I locked my lips around her clit, sucking intently, almost nursing as she flexed and ground herself against my mouth, and even as she began to relax, even as those cries and gasps turned to purrs and mews of contentment… I continued to lap and play, easing her down, and began my slow decent back to the floor.
Her body, languid and loose from her release, slid almost wetly down the smooth surface, her hair drawn from behind her to spill forward over her shoulders in a glorious display, and I couldn’t help but smile at the expression on her softened face…
Gently, slowly, I eased my way up from beneath her, cradling and cuddling her to my bare chest as we made our way to the bed, and laid her back among the disturbed covers with a tender grace, looking down at her as she curled inward, content and happy, for the moment in the splash of sunlight that played across the bed. Beautiful…
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Rufus the Mad
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I was roused by the unmistakable sound of gravel beneath the tires as Andi turned onto the long drive leading to the house, and sat up a bit, rubbing at my tired eyes as I looked through the windshield at the overhanging trees. Home… It felt a bit strange to actually have somewhere to belong after so many years, but this was the stability Katie would be needing… Me too, for that matter.
Shrugging my way into my heavy coat, despite the almost oppressive comfort of the warm cab, I reached over the seat and began gathering the few things we needed to take inside. Busy-work, true enough, but I needed movement before facing the cold outside, and this all needed done anyway. She had barely stopped the truck when I leaned on the door, tugging at the handle and gritting my teeth a bit against the incoming onslaught of frigid air as I levered myself out of the vehicle.
The things I had been carrying… leftover food, clothes, a few tools… they fell to the frozen ground heavily, spilling across the frosted grass unnoticed as I whipped my head around to stare, wide-eyed, at Andi…
Throwing myself forward, tearing through my clothes as I shifted, I charged toward the darkened, quite house… and prayed my nose was lying… that I hadn’t caught the scent traces I thought I had… the scent of gunpowder… mixed with blood…
Shrugging my way into my heavy coat, despite the almost oppressive comfort of the warm cab, I reached over the seat and began gathering the few things we needed to take inside. Busy-work, true enough, but I needed movement before facing the cold outside, and this all needed done anyway. She had barely stopped the truck when I leaned on the door, tugging at the handle and gritting my teeth a bit against the incoming onslaught of frigid air as I levered myself out of the vehicle.
The things I had been carrying… leftover food, clothes, a few tools… they fell to the frozen ground heavily, spilling across the frosted grass unnoticed as I whipped my head around to stare, wide-eyed, at Andi…
Throwing myself forward, tearing through my clothes as I shifted, I charged toward the darkened, quite house… and prayed my nose was lying… that I hadn’t caught the scent traces I thought I had… the scent of gunpowder… mixed with blood…
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I frowned faintly as I pulled into the drive, noticing the carved path of ridiculously deep cuts in the gravel. It was always a bitch to try and grade this thing during the winter, because of the hard freeze, so my family was usually very careful about keeping it smooth. I grinned, however, when I remember that we’d left a new girl behind. One of the younger males, Deacon, most likely, had probably been trying to impress her… and left a mess behind then. I bet Dad tanned his hide for that.
As we neared the house I could feel my tensions, my anger with coworkers, the frustrations of the storm all melting away, and drew in a long, slow breath. Home… Such a small word but so important. I smiled over at Kyle as he started getting things around, fussing and fighting to gather everything we needed. I knew that this separation from his sister had been rough for him, but we’d have them back together again soon enough now. I stopped the truck and paused for a moment, stretching and flexing after the long trip. I was so damned exhausted I didn’t even know if I had the strength to …
The scent of death seemed to fill my senses as he opened the door, and I felt myself growing, shifting, even as I howled in rage and pain… I tore the handle free in an effort to open the door, and then all-but tore the door free as I made my escape. Kyle was ahead of me by a few feet, his cargo forgotten on the slick grass as he lunged toward the front door, but I knew the house better than he did… Hurtling forward, I threw myself through the mudroom window, the only unbarred entrance besides the doors themselves, and skidded to a halt amidst shattered glass and tumbled herbs from the window casing… The scent of blood was thick in the air, almost cloying it its coppery sweetness… but beneath that, I could smell spent powder… and the heavy, greasy smell of silver. Throwing my head back I let another scream of anguish tear itself from my throat, and dug my claws through the linoleum, driving myself for the stairs at the back of the house…
As we neared the house I could feel my tensions, my anger with coworkers, the frustrations of the storm all melting away, and drew in a long, slow breath. Home… Such a small word but so important. I smiled over at Kyle as he started getting things around, fussing and fighting to gather everything we needed. I knew that this separation from his sister had been rough for him, but we’d have them back together again soon enough now. I stopped the truck and paused for a moment, stretching and flexing after the long trip. I was so damned exhausted I didn’t even know if I had the strength to …
The scent of death seemed to fill my senses as he opened the door, and I felt myself growing, shifting, even as I howled in rage and pain… I tore the handle free in an effort to open the door, and then all-but tore the door free as I made my escape. Kyle was ahead of me by a few feet, his cargo forgotten on the slick grass as he lunged toward the front door, but I knew the house better than he did… Hurtling forward, I threw myself through the mudroom window, the only unbarred entrance besides the doors themselves, and skidded to a halt amidst shattered glass and tumbled herbs from the window casing… The scent of blood was thick in the air, almost cloying it its coppery sweetness… but beneath that, I could smell spent powder… and the heavy, greasy smell of silver. Throwing my head back I let another scream of anguish tear itself from my throat, and dug my claws through the linoleum, driving myself for the stairs at the back of the house…
Rufus the Mad
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The door shattered inward, the weight of my body more than enough even for the aged oak, and I landed in a heap in the front entryway, slivers and shards of wood falling like rain all around me, and more than a few stabbing into my chest and shoulder from the impact… It might as well have been fleabites at the moment. The house itself was dark and cold… the temperature inside well below freezing… but it might as well have been boiling hot for all I cared. The scents of wood smoke and food, of family, of warmth and life were there… but were hidden, almost buried beneath the stench of old blood and gunpowder, of death and silver… but I might as well have been some nose-blind pup for all the attention I paid. No… there was only one thought… one focus on my mind as a tore through the darkened interior… Katie.
I stood, shaking, at the door to her room, unsure of how I even gotten there, and uncertain, as well, if I wanted to see… I could smell the blood from the room… could tell already that she was gone… Katie… smiling, happy… so excited that we had finally gotten a pack… so full of life… of promise… My grip crushing the old crystal doorknob, I let the door swing open… let it glide away from me with a scream that I wasn’t sure hadn’t come from me… and staggered toward the day bed nearest the window… She had been surprised at that… grinning and bouncing on the mattress as I left her… The blanket still covered the small form, and I collapsed next to the bed, the weight of it driving me down… She looked like she was sleeping… her hair tied back into her near-trademarked braids… her skin looking soft and clear in the dim light… and a slight smile at her lips… like she was dreaming…
The splash of congealed blood at her temple… and the dark hole drilled into her skull by the bullets passage marred the pristine illusion, however… and the rank stain that soaked into her pillow, and to the bed below it told nothing but the truth… My sister… my precious Katie… had been murdered in her sleep.
It was a dream… it had to be… We weren’t home yet… this wasn’t happening! Katie! Katie wake up! KATIE!!
I couldn’t move… I couldn’t think… Everything… everything was gone. My world was dead…
I tried to reach her… to shake her, to prove she was just sleeping… but my arm refused to move… I wept, tears matting the fur of my face, my heart crumbling to tiny shards just as the door had… and couldn’t move… She was dead…
My tears turned to sobbing… and the sobbing turned to screaming… I bellowed… I raged… I screamed and screeched until I could make no more sound… and then I screamed anyway… My body, driven by the truth I could not deny, began shaking, shuddering… my heart raced, my ears pounded with the pressure of my blood, and my stomach convulsed…
I barely missed the bed as my body emptied itself of anything it hadn’t already digested… and the agony of my heart was echoed by the dull ache of several minutes of dry heaves as I huddled in the darkness…
Slowly… very slowly, the heat of my pain and anguish lost its searing edge… and I lay there, huddled between the vile stench of my own vomit and the cold, dead body of my baby sister, and felt the unthinking rage shift toward cold calculation… felt that fear… the terror that had gripped me as I charged the house burn away to icy anger…
Levering myself up, my body still weak from all it had gone through, I began to stalk through the house… Katie wasn’t the only one here… the entire family had been home… and we needed to know what had happened…
I slipped back down to the first floor, ignoring the now-shattered doorway, and instead looked for anything out of place… anything that would mark the entry of someone that shouldn’t have been here…
It didn’t take long to find the faint scratches around the lock on the back door… or the almost undetectable scent of leather and weapon oils that marked the passage of the murderer… It was faint, those traces… clearly whoever this was had some experience with our kind, but I was still able to plot their passage through the house… to the first of the bedrooms upstairs…
The lower level had been largely ignored… which told me a great deal. Valuables in both the living room and family room were untouched… and the computer in the den was still off, and dusty… The kitchen they had passed through was undisturbed, looking much as I had glimpsed it before I left… and aside from the scattered glass and herb pots in the mudroom, nothing had been touched there, save the door itself… Upstairs, however… had been a different story…
Starting at the boys room, the furthest from the main bedroom… the intruder had taken time to visit every one… and had left death behind… Deacon and Cyrus, the youngest pair, had died in their bunk beds… Single shots through the temple, just as Katie had received. They had never known what was going on… Everett, the next eldest, should have been in the upper bunk across from them… but his bed was untouched, as was the bed beneath that I was to have slept in, once we arrived home…
Lilly and Angie, the two middle girls, had been asleep on opposite sides of their wide bed… and while Lilly had passed cleanly, Angie was hanging halfway out of bed, the nasty wound to her head trailing blood into her golden hair… She had seen it coming… had tried to act… but had died all the same.
I paused again at the door into the room Katie would have been sharing with Andi… but couldn’t make myself enter that yawning doorway again… Instead, I turned the corner and approached the master bedroom, my mind already wondering where Everett might have been when this happened… and wondering, as well, if he was still alive…
I stood, shaking, at the door to her room, unsure of how I even gotten there, and uncertain, as well, if I wanted to see… I could smell the blood from the room… could tell already that she was gone… Katie… smiling, happy… so excited that we had finally gotten a pack… so full of life… of promise… My grip crushing the old crystal doorknob, I let the door swing open… let it glide away from me with a scream that I wasn’t sure hadn’t come from me… and staggered toward the day bed nearest the window… She had been surprised at that… grinning and bouncing on the mattress as I left her… The blanket still covered the small form, and I collapsed next to the bed, the weight of it driving me down… She looked like she was sleeping… her hair tied back into her near-trademarked braids… her skin looking soft and clear in the dim light… and a slight smile at her lips… like she was dreaming…
The splash of congealed blood at her temple… and the dark hole drilled into her skull by the bullets passage marred the pristine illusion, however… and the rank stain that soaked into her pillow, and to the bed below it told nothing but the truth… My sister… my precious Katie… had been murdered in her sleep.
It was a dream… it had to be… We weren’t home yet… this wasn’t happening! Katie! Katie wake up! KATIE!!
I couldn’t move… I couldn’t think… Everything… everything was gone. My world was dead…
I tried to reach her… to shake her, to prove she was just sleeping… but my arm refused to move… I wept, tears matting the fur of my face, my heart crumbling to tiny shards just as the door had… and couldn’t move… She was dead…
My tears turned to sobbing… and the sobbing turned to screaming… I bellowed… I raged… I screamed and screeched until I could make no more sound… and then I screamed anyway… My body, driven by the truth I could not deny, began shaking, shuddering… my heart raced, my ears pounded with the pressure of my blood, and my stomach convulsed…
I barely missed the bed as my body emptied itself of anything it hadn’t already digested… and the agony of my heart was echoed by the dull ache of several minutes of dry heaves as I huddled in the darkness…
Slowly… very slowly, the heat of my pain and anguish lost its searing edge… and I lay there, huddled between the vile stench of my own vomit and the cold, dead body of my baby sister, and felt the unthinking rage shift toward cold calculation… felt that fear… the terror that had gripped me as I charged the house burn away to icy anger…
Levering myself up, my body still weak from all it had gone through, I began to stalk through the house… Katie wasn’t the only one here… the entire family had been home… and we needed to know what had happened…
I slipped back down to the first floor, ignoring the now-shattered doorway, and instead looked for anything out of place… anything that would mark the entry of someone that shouldn’t have been here…
It didn’t take long to find the faint scratches around the lock on the back door… or the almost undetectable scent of leather and weapon oils that marked the passage of the murderer… It was faint, those traces… clearly whoever this was had some experience with our kind, but I was still able to plot their passage through the house… to the first of the bedrooms upstairs…
The lower level had been largely ignored… which told me a great deal. Valuables in both the living room and family room were untouched… and the computer in the den was still off, and dusty… The kitchen they had passed through was undisturbed, looking much as I had glimpsed it before I left… and aside from the scattered glass and herb pots in the mudroom, nothing had been touched there, save the door itself… Upstairs, however… had been a different story…
Starting at the boys room, the furthest from the main bedroom… the intruder had taken time to visit every one… and had left death behind… Deacon and Cyrus, the youngest pair, had died in their bunk beds… Single shots through the temple, just as Katie had received. They had never known what was going on… Everett, the next eldest, should have been in the upper bunk across from them… but his bed was untouched, as was the bed beneath that I was to have slept in, once we arrived home…
Lilly and Angie, the two middle girls, had been asleep on opposite sides of their wide bed… and while Lilly had passed cleanly, Angie was hanging halfway out of bed, the nasty wound to her head trailing blood into her golden hair… She had seen it coming… had tried to act… but had died all the same.
I paused again at the door into the room Katie would have been sharing with Andi… but couldn’t make myself enter that yawning doorway again… Instead, I turned the corner and approached the master bedroom, my mind already wondering where Everett might have been when this happened… and wondering, as well, if he was still alive…
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The scent of death grew ever stronger as I raced up the stairs to the bedrooms, boiling like some stinking mist from each of the rooms, the sheer weight of it almost overwhelming my senses. I staggered and swayed my body shaking as I began to pick out individual scents from the miasma… I couldn't tell who was alive, and who was dead… I couldn't… I couldn't tell how many … oh gods let some of them have survived… please…
I all but threw myself onward, lurching, almost falling toward the end of the hallway. Dad would know what to do … he’d have heard the noise and stopped… stopped… I slid to a stop, hanging from the jamb of their open door... My howls of rage died in my throat, turning to faint whimpers at the sight that lay revealed by the dim light of the growing moon… My father lay dead, silent and unmoving, still turned on his side where he had been apparently caught unawares… but my mother was a different story. I could see her body… the twists and jarring angles of it showing she had tried to shift… She was dead as well… but something… Creeping forward, edging around the corner of the massive bed like a frightened child forced to look at a nightmare, I moved to where I could see what… oh gods…
My Mother had always seemed like the sun to me… to us… She was beautiful… strong. Dad may have kept us hidden, may have did all he could to protect us and let us grow strong… but it was our Mother that had kept us going… had kept us a family… Now… my beautiful mother lay dead on the floor… I could hardly recognize her… couldn't look at her face… didn't want to… to see… and only knew it was her because of familiarity, and the presence of the locket Dad had given her… she never took it off…
Wincing, my eyes streaming tears, I looked at last to what remained of her face… and felt my stomach rebel. The burns were fresh… raw… with no scorching or blisters… It wasn't… it wasn't a fire that did this… it couldn't have been… No… this was an acid burn… No… not acid. The whole room reeked of silver… She had been sprayed… with it… Oh gods… I tried to see more clearly… tried to squat down and look at her wounds… but the stench was… too much…
Falling backwards, my hands trying to block it out… to make it not real… I frantically looked anywhere else but those horrid burns… and saw something. My mind, desperate for any distraction, grabbed the odd detail, and drew my focus… It was nothing, really… her claws… covered in blood… her whole hand, in fact…
Something in my mind clicked then… and I shoved myself forward, examining her body closely… even if I avoided the head… She had been shot… just like Dad… Two holes, each ringed by puckering flesh, had drooled her blood across the now-matted fur, and let it pool beneath the body… and the burns… had bled higher… But these claws…
The blood there seemed to have nothing to do with her wounds… any of them. There was no smearing across the fur from the shots, and the … head… No… she had been shifting… trying to fight… and had been shot… I snarled faintly, my mind changing gears again, and I all-but leapt from the crumpled and frightened pose I had held. This blood… wasn't hers.
Turning from the bed, some small part of me grateful I could shut out the sight of those bodies… I trained my eyes, and more importantly, my nose on the rest of the room… searching… There! The oily stink of silver and the scent of my kin’s blood almost covered it… but it was there. Across the wall, a spray of red on the pale wallpaper… There, on the floor near Mom… a skid of dried blood across the floor… Reaching out, not truly realizing what I was doing, a smoothed the soft down of fur along Mom’s leg, bitter tears crowding my eyes with a faint glint of pride… She had given as good as she got, or so it seemed. Good for you, Mom…
My eyes closed, I managed to tug Mom’s body out of the way enough to get a better scent from the dried smear… my lips pulling back faintly in savage satisfaction to see how much was actually there… and then stood slowly, the hunters instincts rolling what I had found over in my mind… This had to have been a large gout of blood… something that wouldn't have been easy to manage… I glanced one final time to that blood-covered hand, and nodded… there had to be more.
Moving carefully, following my nose just like Dad had taught us, I worked my way back to the door and saw it… a hand-print! A bloody hand-print on the door frame where the attacker had caught their balance… With a growl of success, and a snarl of growing rage I crept back down the hall, following the trail. Maybe she had died … maybe she was just injured and waiting for me… Maybe I could watch her die screaming beneath the claws of the child she missed… My snarl turned to something close to a shriek as the wave of bloodlust filled me, and I didn't even try to hold it back… I’d find her and rip her to fucking shreds …
Spots on the carpet… tiny… almost hidden… but identifiable now that I had the scent, led me back down the hall to the stairs. I had them now, and while I could trail their scent back toward the back of the house… the blood led me to a different location… Follow the blood… follow the prey… Yes Daddy…
I threw aside what remained of the door Kyle had crashed through and caught the dark stain of more blood on the tiles… a massive amount for one damned monkey… No, wait… I inhaled slowly, letting the trace wash over my sinuses… over the back of my tongue… and nearly choked… Not just monkey... My hackles rose as I realized what had killed my family… what had snuck into our lives and murdered them… Dad had told us stories… told us of mixed bloodlines and of children born of both worlds… This… this monster… this thing that had killed my family… It was a damned mutt! Somewhere back along its twisted history, this monkey’s family had been… crossed… with a bloodline of the people! No wonder it made it this far! I snarled again, my vision narrowing in my cresting fury… I’d make sure it would make it no further if I got my hands on it…
Leaping through the shattered doorway, I tore across the yard, my nose close to the ground, following the bloodtrail… There it was… and there! A steady stream of drops, and another small slick all but hidden under the frost... Almost like… like whoever this was… they had been standing here for a few moments… like they might have done had they…
…been fighting with a vehicle door! I roared then, my claws flexing as I gave freedom to the frustration I felt welling up… The driveway! It hadn't been the boys! It hadn't been ANY of them! It was this… this… monster! They had gotten away! They had come into the house… killed EVERYONE, and then escaped, digging ruts through the drive as they left!
The last vestiges of my thinking brain forced a thought through then… a seed of an idea… This had been a lot of blood… even for someone with the blessing of a mixed heritage… Even with our strength… they might not have made it far… Maybe they were wrecked nearby… maybe I could find them! Maybe I could KILL them! The bloodcurdling scream that tore itself from my throat billowed into the freezing air… lingering, almost like it didn't want to be forgotten as I launched myself down the long driveway… I would hunt them down… I would find them… and I would carve the names of those I loved into the meat of their heart as they died…
I all but threw myself onward, lurching, almost falling toward the end of the hallway. Dad would know what to do … he’d have heard the noise and stopped… stopped… I slid to a stop, hanging from the jamb of their open door... My howls of rage died in my throat, turning to faint whimpers at the sight that lay revealed by the dim light of the growing moon… My father lay dead, silent and unmoving, still turned on his side where he had been apparently caught unawares… but my mother was a different story. I could see her body… the twists and jarring angles of it showing she had tried to shift… She was dead as well… but something… Creeping forward, edging around the corner of the massive bed like a frightened child forced to look at a nightmare, I moved to where I could see what… oh gods…
My Mother had always seemed like the sun to me… to us… She was beautiful… strong. Dad may have kept us hidden, may have did all he could to protect us and let us grow strong… but it was our Mother that had kept us going… had kept us a family… Now… my beautiful mother lay dead on the floor… I could hardly recognize her… couldn't look at her face… didn't want to… to see… and only knew it was her because of familiarity, and the presence of the locket Dad had given her… she never took it off…
Wincing, my eyes streaming tears, I looked at last to what remained of her face… and felt my stomach rebel. The burns were fresh… raw… with no scorching or blisters… It wasn't… it wasn't a fire that did this… it couldn't have been… No… this was an acid burn… No… not acid. The whole room reeked of silver… She had been sprayed… with it… Oh gods… I tried to see more clearly… tried to squat down and look at her wounds… but the stench was… too much…
Falling backwards, my hands trying to block it out… to make it not real… I frantically looked anywhere else but those horrid burns… and saw something. My mind, desperate for any distraction, grabbed the odd detail, and drew my focus… It was nothing, really… her claws… covered in blood… her whole hand, in fact…
Something in my mind clicked then… and I shoved myself forward, examining her body closely… even if I avoided the head… She had been shot… just like Dad… Two holes, each ringed by puckering flesh, had drooled her blood across the now-matted fur, and let it pool beneath the body… and the burns… had bled higher… But these claws…
The blood there seemed to have nothing to do with her wounds… any of them. There was no smearing across the fur from the shots, and the … head… No… she had been shifting… trying to fight… and had been shot… I snarled faintly, my mind changing gears again, and I all-but leapt from the crumpled and frightened pose I had held. This blood… wasn't hers.
Turning from the bed, some small part of me grateful I could shut out the sight of those bodies… I trained my eyes, and more importantly, my nose on the rest of the room… searching… There! The oily stink of silver and the scent of my kin’s blood almost covered it… but it was there. Across the wall, a spray of red on the pale wallpaper… There, on the floor near Mom… a skid of dried blood across the floor… Reaching out, not truly realizing what I was doing, a smoothed the soft down of fur along Mom’s leg, bitter tears crowding my eyes with a faint glint of pride… She had given as good as she got, or so it seemed. Good for you, Mom…
My eyes closed, I managed to tug Mom’s body out of the way enough to get a better scent from the dried smear… my lips pulling back faintly in savage satisfaction to see how much was actually there… and then stood slowly, the hunters instincts rolling what I had found over in my mind… This had to have been a large gout of blood… something that wouldn't have been easy to manage… I glanced one final time to that blood-covered hand, and nodded… there had to be more.
Moving carefully, following my nose just like Dad had taught us, I worked my way back to the door and saw it… a hand-print! A bloody hand-print on the door frame where the attacker had caught their balance… With a growl of success, and a snarl of growing rage I crept back down the hall, following the trail. Maybe she had died … maybe she was just injured and waiting for me… Maybe I could watch her die screaming beneath the claws of the child she missed… My snarl turned to something close to a shriek as the wave of bloodlust filled me, and I didn't even try to hold it back… I’d find her and rip her to fucking shreds …
Spots on the carpet… tiny… almost hidden… but identifiable now that I had the scent, led me back down the hall to the stairs. I had them now, and while I could trail their scent back toward the back of the house… the blood led me to a different location… Follow the blood… follow the prey… Yes Daddy…
I threw aside what remained of the door Kyle had crashed through and caught the dark stain of more blood on the tiles… a massive amount for one damned monkey… No, wait… I inhaled slowly, letting the trace wash over my sinuses… over the back of my tongue… and nearly choked… Not just monkey... My hackles rose as I realized what had killed my family… what had snuck into our lives and murdered them… Dad had told us stories… told us of mixed bloodlines and of children born of both worlds… This… this monster… this thing that had killed my family… It was a damned mutt! Somewhere back along its twisted history, this monkey’s family had been… crossed… with a bloodline of the people! No wonder it made it this far! I snarled again, my vision narrowing in my cresting fury… I’d make sure it would make it no further if I got my hands on it…
Leaping through the shattered doorway, I tore across the yard, my nose close to the ground, following the bloodtrail… There it was… and there! A steady stream of drops, and another small slick all but hidden under the frost... Almost like… like whoever this was… they had been standing here for a few moments… like they might have done had they…
…been fighting with a vehicle door! I roared then, my claws flexing as I gave freedom to the frustration I felt welling up… The driveway! It hadn't been the boys! It hadn't been ANY of them! It was this… this… monster! They had gotten away! They had come into the house… killed EVERYONE, and then escaped, digging ruts through the drive as they left!
The last vestiges of my thinking brain forced a thought through then… a seed of an idea… This had been a lot of blood… even for someone with the blessing of a mixed heritage… Even with our strength… they might not have made it far… Maybe they were wrecked nearby… maybe I could find them! Maybe I could KILL them! The bloodcurdling scream that tore itself from my throat billowed into the freezing air… lingering, almost like it didn't want to be forgotten as I launched myself down the long driveway… I would hunt them down… I would find them… and I would carve the names of those I loved into the meat of their heart as they died…
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I was almost to the doorway when Andi reappeared…her fur all but standing on end, her lips peeled back in a feral snarl, and her eyes lidded… She was tracking… something… I watched her wide nostrils flex and shiver, and got the hell out of her way…
I didn’t have to go into the room she had left to know what she had found… I could smell the blood… the death… and the scent of silver had been growing as I had come down the hall… They were dead too… and chances are, it wasn’t pretty…
Trailing after Andi, I tried to sort out what she was trailing… The whole house stank of blood… and the oily taint of silver made every breath sting… She worked her way to the front door, shoving aside what remained of the heavy wood… and then I knew. The killer had been wounded!
I leaned close after she headed back out into the yard, and drew in a slow, deep breath… filling my nose with the smell of whoever had done this…
Female… healthy, if the scent was true… and… oh gods… A crossbreed! Oh shit… Who knew what strengths or skills she might… Skills… oh no… My mind raced, the few facts I had uncovered so far falling into place like blocks of ice… The blood… the traces of leather and gun oil… the stealth… the tactics… My blood turned cold as I put it all together… and I turned my head slowly to look back up those stairs…
Hunter. Not again… please…
ANDI!
I whirled then, throwing myself out the door just as a boiling scream of rage ripped itself from her… and dug my claws into the frozen turf in an effort to gather speed as she took off down the drive.
I knew this rage, knew this pain… and knew as well that if I didn’t stop her… the Hunter would probably kill her, as well… Harder, faster, I drove myself as much as I could, desperate to catch her, to stop her… With a final effort, I threw myself towards her, slamming her to the frozen gravel by sheer force, and caught at her wrists before she could turn on me, my grip turning to iron as I threw myself into holding her down…
ANDI! ANDI, LISTEN TO ME!! ANDREA!
I didn’t have to go into the room she had left to know what she had found… I could smell the blood… the death… and the scent of silver had been growing as I had come down the hall… They were dead too… and chances are, it wasn’t pretty…
Trailing after Andi, I tried to sort out what she was trailing… The whole house stank of blood… and the oily taint of silver made every breath sting… She worked her way to the front door, shoving aside what remained of the heavy wood… and then I knew. The killer had been wounded!
I leaned close after she headed back out into the yard, and drew in a slow, deep breath… filling my nose with the smell of whoever had done this…
Female… healthy, if the scent was true… and… oh gods… A crossbreed! Oh shit… Who knew what strengths or skills she might… Skills… oh no… My mind raced, the few facts I had uncovered so far falling into place like blocks of ice… The blood… the traces of leather and gun oil… the stealth… the tactics… My blood turned cold as I put it all together… and I turned my head slowly to look back up those stairs…
Hunter. Not again… please…
ANDI!
I whirled then, throwing myself out the door just as a boiling scream of rage ripped itself from her… and dug my claws into the frozen turf in an effort to gather speed as she took off down the drive.
I knew this rage, knew this pain… and knew as well that if I didn’t stop her… the Hunter would probably kill her, as well… Harder, faster, I drove myself as much as I could, desperate to catch her, to stop her… With a final effort, I threw myself towards her, slamming her to the frozen gravel by sheer force, and caught at her wrists before she could turn on me, my grip turning to iron as I threw myself into holding her down…
ANDI! ANDI, LISTEN TO ME!! ANDREA!
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The strike came as a surprise, a sudden flash of fur and blurred movement, and I was bowled over, the frosted gravel digging through my pelt to scratch and scrape at my skin, but the rage fueling my muscles gave more power and speed than was expected, and I reacted quickly to this new threat. I rolled, jaws snapping at the unseen throat even as I struggled against the massive claws that held me. I didn’t care who it was, what it was… I would kill this attacker, and then then go on to…
…
I heard his words but snarled in response… Kyle… Kyle was trying to stop me… I didn't want to listen to him… didn't want to do anything except kill the one that had… that had… It was easier… just easier to growl and snarl, to think only of killing this monster, and not thinking of why… Bucking against him, even as he kept his weight over me, kept me locked down, I snarled again, shaking and snapping at that furred throat, more warning than threat, but one he seemed not to hear.
Don’t make me think, dammit! I don’t want to think! To think means that I have to acknowledge what had happened and that meant giving in to the mountain of grief that was already threatening to bury me… and as long as there was a chance that I could catch the one who did this, I didn't have time to grieve.
“Let go of me!” I howled at last, twisting and fighting, trying desperately to wrench my hands free…
…
I heard his words but snarled in response… Kyle… Kyle was trying to stop me… I didn't want to listen to him… didn't want to do anything except kill the one that had… that had… It was easier… just easier to growl and snarl, to think only of killing this monster, and not thinking of why… Bucking against him, even as he kept his weight over me, kept me locked down, I snarled again, shaking and snapping at that furred throat, more warning than threat, but one he seemed not to hear.
Don’t make me think, dammit! I don’t want to think! To think means that I have to acknowledge what had happened and that meant giving in to the mountain of grief that was already threatening to bury me… and as long as there was a chance that I could catch the one who did this, I didn't have time to grieve.
“Let go of me!” I howled at last, twisting and fighting, trying desperately to wrench my hands free…
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Growling faintly, my mind racing as I struggled to contain the enraged female I had captured, and was quickly running out of options, and sighed as the final choice sprang into my head…
...Fuck it.
Tightening my grip at her wrists, watching her carefully to find the right opening, I caught her at last with her skull at the proper angle, and slammed my own cranium down hard, hammering down with everything I thought she could take, and hoping like hell it was enough to at least slow her down…
Pulling back again, my own eyes crossing a bit from the unforgiving blow, I snarled again, knowing that I had to talk fast…
“Listen to me, dammit! THINK! Whoever this was, they just took out a whole fucking family of our kind! Two fully grown adults… and most of the rest well enough along to pose a real threat… And they did it ALONE! Don’t you GET it here?!
Shoving myself back, knowing I either had her attention now, or was never going to, I turned her lose, and kept talking. “Think! Leather armor? Gun oil? Stealthy enough to take out over half a dozen of us without raising enough of a fuss to wake even ONE of them up fully?! Look… I know your family… that OUR family... is dead… and I know you want revenge so bad right now you’d gnaw through your own throat to get to whoever did it… But I know what did this… and I can’t lose you too!"
"Fucking Hunters have taken everything away from me now… My folks… my brothers… Katie… Our fresh start here... Everything!"
Turning back to her… my eyes hard and glinting in the reflected light of the growing moon, I snarled faintly once more, and added “I can’t… I won’t lose you too…”
Stepping close, glaring down at her, I almost wished she would leap up and tear my throat out... just to make it all stop hurting, and whispered "So get your shit together and fucking help me, Andi... I need you."
...Fuck it.
Tightening my grip at her wrists, watching her carefully to find the right opening, I caught her at last with her skull at the proper angle, and slammed my own cranium down hard, hammering down with everything I thought she could take, and hoping like hell it was enough to at least slow her down…
Pulling back again, my own eyes crossing a bit from the unforgiving blow, I snarled again, knowing that I had to talk fast…
“Listen to me, dammit! THINK! Whoever this was, they just took out a whole fucking family of our kind! Two fully grown adults… and most of the rest well enough along to pose a real threat… And they did it ALONE! Don’t you GET it here?!
Shoving myself back, knowing I either had her attention now, or was never going to, I turned her lose, and kept talking. “Think! Leather armor? Gun oil? Stealthy enough to take out over half a dozen of us without raising enough of a fuss to wake even ONE of them up fully?! Look… I know your family… that OUR family... is dead… and I know you want revenge so bad right now you’d gnaw through your own throat to get to whoever did it… But I know what did this… and I can’t lose you too!"
"Fucking Hunters have taken everything away from me now… My folks… my brothers… Katie… Our fresh start here... Everything!"
Turning back to her… my eyes hard and glinting in the reflected light of the growing moon, I snarled faintly once more, and added “I can’t… I won’t lose you too…”
Stepping close, glaring down at her, I almost wished she would leap up and tear my throat out... just to make it all stop hurting, and whispered "So get your shit together and fucking help me, Andi... I need you."
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The world spun sharply, and the pain of the strike blossomed across my skull, bringing stars to my eyes and focusing my anger squarely on Kyle. The bastard had hit me! Actually –hit- me! Dimly, I heard him speaking, but didn't want to focus on his words… I would –kill- him! I was going to tear his ears off! I would gut him for what he had done… for being so… being… so…
Think, he said? Think?! I don’t want to think, damn it! … Alone? They had been… well yeah… I had only smelled … but how? Wait… We are strong… Mom could have… so… how had…? I felt him release me, felt him move away… but sat quietly on the frozen drive, my mind busy working on the puzzle now...
Then he said it… a word I had only heard my parents use once... a long time ago. “Hunter”.
I had heard Dad… and had crept out of my bedroom to find him talking harshly with Mom after we had all been sent to bed… He had seemed… agitated… angry. And mom had seemed almost… scared… It had stuck in my mind because of that… I had never seen her afraid before. I couldn't remember what else they had said… and try as I might since then, I had never gotten either of them to talk about it. Of course, right after that, we had been so busy, what with the move and all… We had… we had moved right after that… Damn… what the hell was going on here?!
Hunters had taken his family? His eyes were so… pained at that… who the hell was he talking about here? Was there a connection? Had these Hunters followed the pair of them, maybe? Was that the reason they were all… no… wait. There was no evidence yet to indicate they had followed Kyle and Katie here… and he had seemed to imply there had been a few then… while this was a single attacker
“I won’t lose you too…” I opened my eyes at that, and looked up at him. He stood there, strong and defiant in the moonlight... I hadn't really had a chance to see him like this before… to see his determination… his quiet strength… and his transitioned form standing in the pale moonlight, the snow and frost surrounding us, covering everything… For a second, I felt my pain fade… forgot the anguish that had suddenly been piled on top of us both, and felt, instead, a stirring of lust… of desire… Blinking quickly, doing what I could to bury such… responses… I clenched my jaw and took a slow breath… Now was not the time...
“Get you’re shit together…” yeah, I guess I’d better. Slowly… almost carefully, I stood up again, my body shivering faintly from the cold as I looked into his pain filled eyes and after a moment’s hesitation hugged him close. “Thank you,” I growled softly into his ear.
I stood there for a moment, enjoying his closeness more than I was comfortable admitting right now… and silently bracing myself to face that charnel house once more. Drawing a few deep breaths, trying not to think of how good his body felt next to mine, I eventually pushed myself back, my hands on his taunt chest, and nodded faintly. “Alright,” I said slowly “Let’s go see if this bitch left us any more clues.”
Think, he said? Think?! I don’t want to think, damn it! … Alone? They had been… well yeah… I had only smelled … but how? Wait… We are strong… Mom could have… so… how had…? I felt him release me, felt him move away… but sat quietly on the frozen drive, my mind busy working on the puzzle now...
Then he said it… a word I had only heard my parents use once... a long time ago. “Hunter”.
I had heard Dad… and had crept out of my bedroom to find him talking harshly with Mom after we had all been sent to bed… He had seemed… agitated… angry. And mom had seemed almost… scared… It had stuck in my mind because of that… I had never seen her afraid before. I couldn't remember what else they had said… and try as I might since then, I had never gotten either of them to talk about it. Of course, right after that, we had been so busy, what with the move and all… We had… we had moved right after that… Damn… what the hell was going on here?!
Hunters had taken his family? His eyes were so… pained at that… who the hell was he talking about here? Was there a connection? Had these Hunters followed the pair of them, maybe? Was that the reason they were all… no… wait. There was no evidence yet to indicate they had followed Kyle and Katie here… and he had seemed to imply there had been a few then… while this was a single attacker
“I won’t lose you too…” I opened my eyes at that, and looked up at him. He stood there, strong and defiant in the moonlight... I hadn't really had a chance to see him like this before… to see his determination… his quiet strength… and his transitioned form standing in the pale moonlight, the snow and frost surrounding us, covering everything… For a second, I felt my pain fade… forgot the anguish that had suddenly been piled on top of us both, and felt, instead, a stirring of lust… of desire… Blinking quickly, doing what I could to bury such… responses… I clenched my jaw and took a slow breath… Now was not the time...
“Get you’re shit together…” yeah, I guess I’d better. Slowly… almost carefully, I stood up again, my body shivering faintly from the cold as I looked into his pain filled eyes and after a moment’s hesitation hugged him close. “Thank you,” I growled softly into his ear.
I stood there for a moment, enjoying his closeness more than I was comfortable admitting right now… and silently bracing myself to face that charnel house once more. Drawing a few deep breaths, trying not to think of how good his body felt next to mine, I eventually pushed myself back, my hands on his taunt chest, and nodded faintly. “Alright,” I said slowly “Let’s go see if this bitch left us any more clues.”
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Time became something of a blur after that… Had it been hours? Days? Had the sun even risen yet, or had it set already… It hardly mattered in the grand scheme of things, I guess, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that we needed to hurry… that we were running out of time. We were both trying not to think about what was around us as we poured over every inch of the house and grounds, trying desperately to discover something new, something the killer might have left… and trying not to linger near the bodies around us any more than was needed. We found Everett, at least, throat slashed and half buried in the snow beneath the shadows of the tree line near the back door… Poor bastard must have been lured away while he was guarding the others… I carried him inside and laid him on his bed, not knowing what else to do, and stood for a few moments blinking down at him, almost numb to it all by now, before rejoining Andi in our search for clues. And while we didn’t find anything new about the Hunter that had done this, I was able to pass on quite a bit about them as a group while we worked.
For centuries now, or so the stories go, Hunters had made it their duty to slaughter anything outside their narrow view of acceptability. Be it a supernatural threat, or simply those that wanted to be left alone. Legends, ghost stories, wild news articles… anything that might not be quite human was their prey… and they didn’t care if it was a real threat or not. They had killed countless numbers of our kind, even those that had never hunted in their lives… and had never once offered anything other than pain and death to those they hunted, to my knowledge at least. I told Andi about my parents… my pack… and how they had made it a practice to raise deer on our property, just so we could hunt in peace… and how the three Hunters that had showed up that night so long ago hadn’t even bothered to listen to my Fathers words… My older brother had hidden the pair of us beneath the floor, and had been cut down right afterwards by a spray of silver-tipped machine-gun fire. I had hidden, covered in his blood, for hours until they left, shielding my baby sister with my body and doing everything I could to keep her quiet while the bastards had burned the place down above us. When I had finally crawled clear, all I could do was run… I couldn’t even mourn them… much less sift through the rubble before the police and fire department arrived. And now… here I was in another bloodbath… my only remaining sibling lying among the dead, and another Hunter to blame for it…
I knew we couldn’t stay… knew it before we went back in, to be truthful. The fact that the place was still standing, that whoever had attacked hadn’t burned the place down told me that there was a better than average chance that they would be back, provided they survived… or that others will arrive, had they died. I knew Andi wasn’t going to take it well when I told her, however. She had grown up here… had lived her life here. And, according to how little she knew about Hunters, had never had to face what was coming…
Working together, we managed to move Angie and her Mom back to their beds, and covered them with the blankets… I held Andi while she cried a bit, after that… Knowing all too well the wash of emotions she was feeling, and trying very hard not to think about the small form lying just a few yards away… None of them had been prepared for this… none of them had seemed to expect it…
Except, maybe, for Andi’s Dad…
For centuries now, or so the stories go, Hunters had made it their duty to slaughter anything outside their narrow view of acceptability. Be it a supernatural threat, or simply those that wanted to be left alone. Legends, ghost stories, wild news articles… anything that might not be quite human was their prey… and they didn’t care if it was a real threat or not. They had killed countless numbers of our kind, even those that had never hunted in their lives… and had never once offered anything other than pain and death to those they hunted, to my knowledge at least. I told Andi about my parents… my pack… and how they had made it a practice to raise deer on our property, just so we could hunt in peace… and how the three Hunters that had showed up that night so long ago hadn’t even bothered to listen to my Fathers words… My older brother had hidden the pair of us beneath the floor, and had been cut down right afterwards by a spray of silver-tipped machine-gun fire. I had hidden, covered in his blood, for hours until they left, shielding my baby sister with my body and doing everything I could to keep her quiet while the bastards had burned the place down above us. When I had finally crawled clear, all I could do was run… I couldn’t even mourn them… much less sift through the rubble before the police and fire department arrived. And now… here I was in another bloodbath… my only remaining sibling lying among the dead, and another Hunter to blame for it…
I knew we couldn’t stay… knew it before we went back in, to be truthful. The fact that the place was still standing, that whoever had attacked hadn’t burned the place down told me that there was a better than average chance that they would be back, provided they survived… or that others will arrive, had they died. I knew Andi wasn’t going to take it well when I told her, however. She had grown up here… had lived her life here. And, according to how little she knew about Hunters, had never had to face what was coming…
Working together, we managed to move Angie and her Mom back to their beds, and covered them with the blankets… I held Andi while she cried a bit, after that… Knowing all too well the wash of emotions she was feeling, and trying very hard not to think about the small form lying just a few yards away… None of them had been prepared for this… none of them had seemed to expect it…
Except, maybe, for Andi’s Dad…
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Our search turned up nothing new, and I sighed heavily as I turned to Kyle, wishing silently that we didn't have to do what had to come next. “One more place to look..." I told him quietly, my jaw already tightening as I thought about it again "And then … then we try to figure out what to do next..." Quietly, slowly, I lead him back upstairs to my parent’s room, and only paused for a moment to steel myself before I walked in. I knew Dad had always kept the key on a chain around his neck, and I hoped it was still there... I really couldn't face searching this room again, with them both so close...
I glanced down once, briefly, and found myself blinking at their bodies numbly... suddenly just too tired to feel the crush of all the grief I knew was still there, lurking in the dark... Leaning down, I kissed my Fathers cold cheek, murmuring "Goodbye Daddy..." as I took the chain with its tiny key from around his neck. I tried to look at Mom next... but found myself looking at her picture instead... I wanted to remember what she was... not how she had died... I turned quickly then, not pressing my luck against the grief, and found Kyle watching me from the doorway... I smiled softly at the respect he showed them, and me... I guess, by giving me the peace to say goodbye to them alone, and led him back downstairs, holding the key up silently as if it explained everything.
None of us had been allowed in Dads Study... ever... Even my headstrong Mother had always stopped and knocked, rather than simply go in... and I felt a slight wave of fear and excitement as I approached. I felt like I was going to be yelled at any second... but there might be something we could use in there... and I really needed to see if he had anything to explain that half-remembered argument... Truth was... I needed Dad right now... and since his corpse wasn't about to start spouting advice, this was pretty much all I had left... I just hoped what we needed was there... My hand trembled slightly as I reached up, fumbling a bit to find the hidden latch, and grinned widely at Kyle’s gawk as the bookcase split and folded itself back, revealing the worn door and its tiny keyhole...
Turning the key in the lock, I felt, rather than heard the faint click, and gripped the handle as I took a deep breath... The door, old and tired looking as it was, opened smoothly, and without a sound, and we both blinked at what the room held... I'm not sure what I was expecting... a tunnel maybe... or even a spaceship... anything, really, other than the cramped and stuffed little office we found. Sagging shelves overflowed with heavy books, the tiny and I mean tiny desk was all but buried under piles of notebooks and folders, and everywhere we looked we saw folded maps, rolled charts, and even a few scrolls that looked to be made of real leather... I thought about Dad then... the hardworking, outdoorsy guy whose rough hands had always scratched a bit when he picked you up... and looked again at the squirreled away little office, stuffed with old books and smelling of paper and ink... Turning to Kyle, my eyes registering the confusion I felt, I could do nothing but shrug... Maybe he had some idea of what this place was for... maybe...
I glanced down once, briefly, and found myself blinking at their bodies numbly... suddenly just too tired to feel the crush of all the grief I knew was still there, lurking in the dark... Leaning down, I kissed my Fathers cold cheek, murmuring "Goodbye Daddy..." as I took the chain with its tiny key from around his neck. I tried to look at Mom next... but found myself looking at her picture instead... I wanted to remember what she was... not how she had died... I turned quickly then, not pressing my luck against the grief, and found Kyle watching me from the doorway... I smiled softly at the respect he showed them, and me... I guess, by giving me the peace to say goodbye to them alone, and led him back downstairs, holding the key up silently as if it explained everything.
None of us had been allowed in Dads Study... ever... Even my headstrong Mother had always stopped and knocked, rather than simply go in... and I felt a slight wave of fear and excitement as I approached. I felt like I was going to be yelled at any second... but there might be something we could use in there... and I really needed to see if he had anything to explain that half-remembered argument... Truth was... I needed Dad right now... and since his corpse wasn't about to start spouting advice, this was pretty much all I had left... I just hoped what we needed was there... My hand trembled slightly as I reached up, fumbling a bit to find the hidden latch, and grinned widely at Kyle’s gawk as the bookcase split and folded itself back, revealing the worn door and its tiny keyhole...
Turning the key in the lock, I felt, rather than heard the faint click, and gripped the handle as I took a deep breath... The door, old and tired looking as it was, opened smoothly, and without a sound, and we both blinked at what the room held... I'm not sure what I was expecting... a tunnel maybe... or even a spaceship... anything, really, other than the cramped and stuffed little office we found. Sagging shelves overflowed with heavy books, the tiny and I mean tiny desk was all but buried under piles of notebooks and folders, and everywhere we looked we saw folded maps, rolled charts, and even a few scrolls that looked to be made of real leather... I thought about Dad then... the hardworking, outdoorsy guy whose rough hands had always scratched a bit when he picked you up... and looked again at the squirreled away little office, stuffed with old books and smelling of paper and ink... Turning to Kyle, my eyes registering the confusion I felt, I could do nothing but shrug... Maybe he had some idea of what this place was for... maybe...
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Stepping in carefully, I laid a hand on the nearest of the old books, and looked back to Andi, my brows lowered in a question she obviously had no answer to… Her Dad had clearly been up to more in here than he had let on… and I wondered, idly, if it was somehow connected to all this… If somehow his research… had gotten them all killed. I didn’t mention that to Andi, of course… She’d been through enough without the nagging doubt that her Dad might have gotten them murdered.
Taking a deep breath, I moved to the worn wooden office chair, and lowered myself into it carefully, reaching up and pulling the top-most of the notebooks to me, and waved vaguely toward the rest as Andi joined me in the tiny room. “If there’s something here that’ll help, we’re gonna have ta dig to find it.”
Flipping through the notes, each written in a tiny, crabbed hand, I started trying to piece together what they were even about… and blinked a few times when I saw my own name. I didn’t say anything… hell, I wasn’t sure what to say… but I started reading carefully from then on… and wasn’t sure I liked what I found.
I had suspected, already, that the old Alpha had brought me in for Andi… hell, even she knew it. But to read about it… to see the plan laid out, step by step… was a bit strange. Laying that book aside, I grabbed another, and read about other plans, other breeding options… and understood it all in a snap. He had been combing the area, many areas, actually… and had selected me from several candidates, based on age, family lineage, and other criteria as well. He had even outlined plans for the other daughters… Katie included, when it came to mating and offspring. It’s almost like he was… like he was breeding us all for a purpose.
One passage, in particular, caught my eye… and I found it referenced in several places throughout the notes…
I closed the book then, and looked at Andi, seeing the scope of what her father was trying to do… and feeling a tad small in the face of it. He was talking about changing our species at the genetic level… about using selective breeding, and rigorous training to bring us back around to what he saw as a better race… Gods truth, I didn’t know whether to be flattered… or sick.
Leaning back, my body sagging against the ancient chair, letting my head fall back a bit, trying to think… and saw what looked like a lockbox strapped to the wall near the ceiling… almost directly above the door…
“What the hell?” I said slowly, standing up to get a better look…
Taking a deep breath, I moved to the worn wooden office chair, and lowered myself into it carefully, reaching up and pulling the top-most of the notebooks to me, and waved vaguely toward the rest as Andi joined me in the tiny room. “If there’s something here that’ll help, we’re gonna have ta dig to find it.”
Flipping through the notes, each written in a tiny, crabbed hand, I started trying to piece together what they were even about… and blinked a few times when I saw my own name. I didn’t say anything… hell, I wasn’t sure what to say… but I started reading carefully from then on… and wasn’t sure I liked what I found.
I had suspected, already, that the old Alpha had brought me in for Andi… hell, even she knew it. But to read about it… to see the plan laid out, step by step… was a bit strange. Laying that book aside, I grabbed another, and read about other plans, other breeding options… and understood it all in a snap. He had been combing the area, many areas, actually… and had selected me from several candidates, based on age, family lineage, and other criteria as well. He had even outlined plans for the other daughters… Katie included, when it came to mating and offspring. It’s almost like he was… like he was breeding us all for a purpose.
One passage, in particular, caught my eye… and I found it referenced in several places throughout the notes…
"It has become clear that our species has lost something along our evolutionary path, that we have become something less than what we might have been, had we but chosen way. There is yet hope, and I believe I have found the link. We must be selective, cautious, and vigilant with our young. Everything falls to their understanding, their outlook. I have already begun, seeking out the best and brightest of us that remain, those that my “Brethren” within the organization have either overlooked or allowed to exist. My mate is strong, but stubborn, almost foolish at times, but our children, taught the best of both views, might become something better. And through them, so might we all."
I closed the book then, and looked at Andi, seeing the scope of what her father was trying to do… and feeling a tad small in the face of it. He was talking about changing our species at the genetic level… about using selective breeding, and rigorous training to bring us back around to what he saw as a better race… Gods truth, I didn’t know whether to be flattered… or sick.
Leaning back, my body sagging against the ancient chair, letting my head fall back a bit, trying to think… and saw what looked like a lockbox strapped to the wall near the ceiling… almost directly above the door…
“What the hell?” I said slowly, standing up to get a better look…
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