Escaping Animal State

[deevo]

Robert/Vincent

It took about thirty minutes for Vincent to contact his associates and get them moving. He assured Robert that these were "gentlemen who can be trusted to get a job done, no questions asked." Tracking down Sienna wouldn't be too difficult for them, and if they didn't know where to go they would find someone who did.

Of course, Vincent could have easily solved the situation with one phone call to Doctor George Whish. The vet's business card was still sitting in Vincent's pocket and he hadn't decided yet what to do about it. Did he tell Robert? No, of course not - not now, anyway. He found himself tempted to do one of two things.

The first, and most obvious, would be to call Whish, collect Sienna and take her to his apartment, where she'd have no choice but to endure more of his conversation and games. But then there was the other option. What would Sienna do if she was left to transform in a strange place, surrounded by people who would undoubtedly be shocked and terrified of watching a small, unassuming cat turn into a fully grown woman? He could imagine Sienna's embarrassment, maybe even her own fear, at being found naked in front of complete strangers. Vincent allowed himself a little chuckle.

"What's so funny?," asked Robert, who had been pacing back and forth across the floor.

"Nothing, just an old joke I remembered," said Vincent, waving his hand nonchalantly. "You know, that's a pretty expensive rug you're wearing a hole in."

"I'll stop pacing when these men of yours find Sienna," said Robert. In truth, her disappearance was only one reason for his nervousness. There, stuck between a few dusty tomes on a shelf, was possibly the answer to their prayers. Robert was certain Vincent had used it to curse them and the method to reverse their affliction was more than likely also there. But with the other man sitting at his desk, Robert couldn't find out. He needed to get in here when there was no chance of being disturbed. If Vincent suspected for a second that Robert recognised the book and was looking for an answer to the curse, he might store it away where neither Robert nor Sienna could find it.

For the moment, at least, luck was on Robert's side. Vincent was too busy with his own thoughts, drumming his fingers on the desk. He was getting increasingly frustrated with Robert's pacing, however, and finally sighed.

"Look, you're doing no one any favours by hanging around here," he said. "For all we know, Sienna managed to find her way home. Why don't you go there? If there's any news, I'll call you."

Robert hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to miss a chance at taking the book, but Vincent also had a point. "I just hate feeling useless," he muttered.

You should be used to it by now, thought Vincent. But instead he replied in a calming tone, "There's nothing either of us can do right now. Go home and rest." Robert slowly nodded his head and left. The book wasn't going anywhere and being at home for Sienna was a good idea. Besides, the afternoon was passing. In a couple of hours the Sun would set. Robert only hoped Sienna would be back in his arms before it did.

Vincent watched him leave, then took out the business card. He turned it over in his fingers a few times before laying it on the desk. There was a third option, he realised. He had been so fixated on gaining Sienna's gratitude for small mercies that he never considered doing the same with Robert. He couldn't pretend Robert didn't want to kill him, but even with all the animosity they shared, Vincent knew the other man would be thankful for Sienna's safe return. Their gratitude made them more pliable.

Vincent picked up his phone and quickly dialled the number. He glanced out of the window, then at the clock on his wall; there were a few hours until sunset, plenty of time to plan his next move.

As the other end answered the phone, Vincent said in a cheery tone, "Hello, Dr Whish? Vincent Reeves here; my... fiancée found your business card."

 

[monique_minx]

By the time Sienna saw daylight again, the sun was truly starting to dip; signalling mid afternoon which meant that she only had a couple of hours left at most. The feline was truly distressed and pacing the cage; Doctor Whish decided it would be a bad idea to remove her at this point and simply lifted the whole cage. He wandered into the pet store and set her down on the counter; the smells of dogs, cats and various rodents melted into her nose and she recoiled into the corner.

“George! What a pleasant surprise! What can I do for you?” The voluptuous blonde said as she leaned over the counter and examined the cat, arching a brow at the veterinarian.

“Hey Melissa, oh not much. I found this little kitty wandering down the road and well you know Jess; won’t let me keep her so I was hoping you guys might take her and sell her. She looks to be at least purebred and well cared for.” He smiled hopefully at her, knowing Melissa had always had a little crush on him.

Melissa smiled and ran her fingers over his arm, “Sure thing George, might have to mark her for a couple hundred though since she doesn’t have papers. Would you bring her into the back? I cleaned out a cage this morning so I reckon we can set her up in there.”

George nodded and picked up Sienna’s cage, following Melissa towards the back of the store.

“So is she feral or feisty or what?” Melissa asked as George gave her a confused look, she broke into an understanding smile, “It’s not like you to keep a cat caged, you’re generally brave Doc.” She giggled and he grinned at her.

“Oh right yeah well she seems to be freaking out a bit, not unusual given that she has been taken all over creation today. Too much too fast I think.”

Melissa nodded and led him to the second cage, opening the door for him, “So how is Jess anyway?” She asked calmly; trying to keep the jealousy from her tone.

“What? Oh Jess? Yeah she’s not too bad, got her hands full with Tommy though.” George said absently as he opened Sienna’s cage and tipped her into the next, forcing the cat to move with the gravity.

They shut both cages and Sienna started scratching at the glass, wrinkling her nose as the horrid smell of cat food reached her senses. George and Melissa continued to walk back to the front of the shop as the blue eyed feline watched them. Finally George managed to escape Melissa’s inane chatter with a grateful thank you, he stepped up into his truck after replacing the cage and drove off.

Half an hour later he was home with his feet up until his cell phone started buzzing, he groaned and answered, “Hello, Doctor George Whish speaking.”

"Hello, Dr Whish? Vincent Reeves here; my... fiancée found your business card."

George sat up with a confused look on his face until finally it dawned on him and he smirked, “Oh? That wouldn’t be the lovely young lady who owned the dress and the yellow bug would it? My apologies, I’d thought she’d broken down…”

 

[deevo]

Vincent

“Oh? That wouldn’t be the lovely young lady who owned the dress and the yellow bug would it? My apologies, I’d thought she’d broken down…”

Vincent couldn't help but chuckle. Of course, he was left with a dilemma - how to explain why the dress was there in the first place? He quickly thought up a number of stories before settling on one that sounded just plausible enough.

He turned on the charm and gave a little laugh. "Oh no, the car is fine, as far as I know. My fiancée - this is a little embarrassing - well, she's one of these New Age types. Groceries from Whole Foods, knits her own underwear, that type of thing. Well, apparently, she was driving home early this morning and decided to 'welcome in a glorious new day' by 'returning to the spirit of Mother Earth.' It seems this involves running nude through woodland."

Vincent laughed again. Actually, the story sounded more ridiculous than he'd previously imagined. But it was based partly on fact; an old lover had done the same thing numerous times, usually following it with quick sex as "a metaphor for the Sun's fertilising of Mother Earth's seed." Vincent cared less than he understood and he didn't understand it much at all, but that didn't stop him joining her on a regular basis.

"Anyway, her cat must have sneaked out of the car while she was undressing," he continued. "She's been distraught about it all morning; I found her practically catatonic this afternoon. The silly girl couldn't stop crying long enough to give you a quick call. Look, I was wondering if perhaps I could call around to your office and pick the cat up?" As an added incentive he quickly added, "I'll happily compensate you for the inconvenience we've caused you."

 

[monique_minx]

"Oh no, the car is fine, as far as I know. My fiancée - this is a little embarrassing - well, she's one of these New Age types. Groceries from Whole Foods, knits her own underwear, that type of thing. Well, apparently, she was driving home early this morning and decided to 'welcome in a glorious new day' by 'returning to the spirit of Mother Earth.' It seems this involves running nude through woodland."

George listened with an incredulous look on his face as Jess walked by and shot him yet another dirty look; she hadn’t forgiven him for the cat incident just yet and was certain that poor Tommy was scarred for life. George did think that Jessica babied him far too much but he took it from her because he loved her. However this man’s fiancé sounded very…free with herself whereas Jessica was very uptight in comparison.

"Anyway, her cat must have sneaked out of the car while she was undressing. She's been distraught about it all morning; I found her practically catatonic this afternoon. The silly girl couldn't stop crying long enough to give you a quick call. Look, I was wondering if perhaps I could call around to your office and pick the cat up? I'll happily compensate you for the inconvenience we've caused you."

George almost winced at that and shook his head, “That’s not necessary, I didn’t think she may have owned the cat. Just found the little stray wandering down the road, it’s hardly safe even though the kitty seemed pretty road wise. Unfortunately I don’t have her anymore though, my fiancé Jess flipped out when I brought the cat home and there was an unpleasant incident involved my son and his pet rodent. Boys will be boys!” George chuckled softly. “But look I can give you the address of the pet store I handed her over to. She seemed pretty feisty so I doubt they’ll manage to sell her as beautiful as she is…”

George trailed off and gave Vincent the address, hanging up with him and apologizing for the inconvenience of it. He then called the pet store to ensure Melissa hung onto the cat until a ’Vincent Reeves’ came to pick her up. Melissa was merely happy to have a little longer to talk to George and was quite agreeable to it. When Doctor Whish hung up, he was shaking his head however; something would have to be done about this little crush of Melissa’s before it got out of hand. He knew how jealous she could be and sighed softly, scratching his head over the problem.

 

[deevo]

Vincent

Vincent quickly jotted down the address on a sheet of paper. This was easier than expected; he had thought Dr Whish would want to work out some kind of reward for finding Sienna, or at the very least verify that Vincent did, indeed, own the cat. Some people are just very trusting, he thought as he grabbed his coat from a stand in the corner. Those people are always the most easily manipulated.

"She seemed pretty feisty..." Vincent grinned as he walked out of the office. That couldn't be anyone but dear Sienna. He wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know the details regarding the incident with Whish's son and pet rodent. Vincent was sure there was still enough human nature inside Sienna to keep her from acting on her feline side's natural instincts, but it had been a couple of months. Maybe the daily transformations were causing her animal self to become more apparent? He would have to consult the book later on and check. The idea that Sienna might spend her time hunting down mice and birds both amused Vincent and caused his stomach to turn.

His plan was a simple one: retrieve Sienna and bring her home, just in time for she and Robert to be reunited before they changed again. If his plan went well, they would be thankful for his assistance and perhaps start believing he wasn't as bad as they had previously thought. If he could raise doubts in their minds, make them sympathise with him, then Vincent could perhaps bend them to his will. In truth, he only needed one of them to take a softer view of him. The result would be an inevitable clash between the happy couple.

The pet store was located uptown and Vincent parked his car across the street. Checking his hair and straightening his tie, he walked casually towards the store and stepped inside.

"Hello?," he called out. "My name is Vincent Reeves, I believe you're expecting me?"

Behind the counter stood a gorgeous blonde, curvaceous and with a charming smile. Vincent couldn't help but smile in turn; no stranger to beautiful women, he had to keep himself from slipping automatically into a more flirtatious mode. There was business to attend to, after all - though he considered keeping this store in mind the next time the office fish tank needed restocking.

"How do you do, miss," he said, offering his hand. "Vincent Reeves. I'm here to take one feisty kitty off your hands."

 

[monique_minx]

"Hello? My name is Vincent Reeves, I believe you're expecting me?"

Melissa popped up from behind the counter after doing some restocking and was immediately surprised, she hadn’t known what to expect of this Vincent who was coming to pick up a cat but an attractive man in a business suit was not it. The voluptuous blonde straightened her white tank top which strained against her ample cleavage and gave Vincent a clear view of her assets. This woman was quite unashamed of what she had to offer and everything about her spouted confidence in her body.

“I’m Melissa Stymes, owner of the pet palace.” She gave him her best smile, a flash of the pearly whites surrounded by her rosy lips which dipped into a small pout and cleared quickly.

"How do you do, miss? Vincent Reeves. I'm here to take one feisty kitty off your hands."

Melissa smiled demurely and shook his hand, her hourglass figure sliding against the counter a little more than necessary, “Of course, the little black beastie that the doctor dragged in!” She giggled, “I must say you are a brave man for owning that little feline, she took more than a swipe at me when I went to refill her water dish. I do hope you can calm her or at the very least that you brought a cage with you. I think she’s quite upset by the new surroundings though the smells of other animals can often do that. Right this way Mr. Reeves.”

Melissa stepped out from behind the counter and wandered towards the back of the store, motioning to Vincent to follow her. Her derriere swaying a little more than required for a woman walking and she grinned to herself; happy that she’d decided to wear her painfully tight jeans that morning instead of the comfy ones. Her hourglass figure was as near to perfection as any playboy model; a fact she was quite proud of and this spoke to Vincent in the way she moved.

She opened the cage door with care and decided she wouldn’t risk a scratch from the kitty, she turned to Vincent then, “Listen just to be safe, I can loan you a cage if you like? You’re risking your life picking her up in such a frenzied state.”

Sienna turned as the cage door opened and sniffed the air, screeching as her eyes watered when her nose was met by a familiar male scent. She didn’t like it, she started to paw at her nose and mew louder and louder, where is my tomcat?!

 

[deevo]

Vincent

Even if Vincent wasn't trying to flirt, Ms Stymes was. And with looks like hers, he could hardly hold that against her. He considered the time and wondered if there was time for some fun before he absolutely had to get Sienna somewhere more private.

Probably not worth the risk. Which was a shame; with her generous bust and delicious curves, Melissa had a figure that women would kill for and men would kill to hold. A dozen dark thoughts ran through Vincent's mind from something as simple as the curve of her lips as she smiled.

“I must say you are a brave man for owning that little feline, she took more than a swipe at me when I went to refill her water dish," she said as she slipped out from behind the counter, granting Vincent the sight of her in jeans seemingly painted on. "I do hope you can calm her or at the very least that you brought a cage with you."

"I must apologise for that," he replied as he followed her into the back and admired her swinging hips. He had always been something of an ass man, though marvellous Melissa had the total package. He watched the blonde bend to open a cage and felt a rush of blood to his head - both heads, in fact.

He heard Sienna long before he saw her, crouched in the back of the cage and ready to lash out at him. Oh Sienna, he thought, some things about you never change. He was in no mood to deal with her claws, teeth or anything else she might use to harm him.

"I'm afraid she's not too fond of most people," he told Melissa. "Not even me, sadly. She belongs to my fiancée, you see. I'm hoping she'll learn to love me when we're settled down - and that the cat will like me, too." He chuckled softly, even if the joke was weak at best. It seemed his attempts to not flirt with the delightful Miss Stymes had met with failure, much to his... actually, he wasn't disappointed in the slightest.

"You know, I think I will need the cage," he said, slowly closing the door of it himself. "Naturally, I'll bring it back in the morning. I don't know how to thank you for your help - you and Dr. Whish. Perhaps the two of you would like to join my fiancée and I for dinner this evening?" He grave her a warm smile before adding, "I certainly owe you."

 

[monique_minx]

"I'm afraid she's not too fond of most people. Not even me, sadly. She belongs to my fiancée, you see. I'm hoping she'll learn to love me when we're settled down - and that the cat will like me, too."

Melissa couldn’t help but sigh inwardly as he spoke of his fiancé, all the good ones are taken; she thought to herself, giggling softly to smother her own disappointment.

"You know, I think I will need the cage. Naturally, I'll bring it back in the morning. I don't know how to thank you for your help - you and Dr. Whish. Perhaps the two of you would like to join my fiancée and I for dinner this evening? I certainly owe you."

That was met with unexpected but delighted surprise on Melissa’s part, the chance to have dinner with two of the most handsome men she’d ever met? As if she was about to turn that down! Fiancé or no, there was no way this other woman would get between Melissa and what she wanted…Jessica’s only leverage on her was Tommy and she’d milked that kid for all George was worth. Melissa still thought he deserved better and wasn’t she the whole package?

“I’d love to Mr Reeves, of course I can’t speak for the good doctor, he might wish to bring his fiancé.” Melissa said rather nonchalantly as she turned from Vincent and walked a few paces, returning with a cage in hand.

“This is designed for travel, wouldn’t want her to have an accident in your backseat now.” She giggled and gestured to the bottom of the cage which held an orange tray.

Sienna hissed louder as she heard the woman but she wasn’t quite sure why the large female upset her so much.

Melissa bent and opened the cage, she made coaxing noises, kissing noises and said, “Here kitty, kitty!” But Sienna wouldn’t budge from the far corner.

Melissa frowned and shut the cage door, “Hang on a tick, got an idea.” She said to Vincent before setting the travel cage down and bustling off to the front counter.

She returned a moment later with a small open can, “Tuna.” She grinned and bent down, opening the door and fanning the smell of it into Sienna’s nose.

The feline senses kicked in and overwhelmed her, Melissa kept pulling back with the can until Sienna was inside the travel cage; nosing at the small can of tuna and munching contentedly. Melissa slammed it shut and took a deep breath, handing the cage over to Vincent.

“Finally! Never known a cat yet to refuse tuna but I suspected she might somehow.” Melissa rolled her eyes and gave Vincent her most charming smile, “I can give George a call and ask him if you wish? Just tell me where and when we should meet you and your lovely fiancé.”

 

[deevo]

Vincent

The flash in Melissa's eyes and the bright smile she awarded him when he suggested dinner raised a grin on his own face. It didn't even dim when she said, "I’d love to Mr Reeves, of course I can’t speak for the good doctor, he might wish to bring his fiancé."

So the vet was married, eh? Melissa's tone when she mentioned Whish's other half raised his suspicions. Whish had better have a Greek goddess waiting for him at home to turn down this charming beauty. He wondered if perhaps he might somehow turn the tides of fate in Melissa's favour? After all, a person should enjoy a wide selection of lovers, and he doubted Whish would protest too much. Monogamy was boring.

"Oh, I'm sure Dr Whish can leave the old ball and chain at home for one evening," said Vincent as he watched her bend down again and appraised her round, firm ass. Especially if he were to indulge in that little treat, he thought. He gladly took the cage as soon as Sienna was safely inside, chewing away on some tuna. Vincent really wished he had a camera to record the moment.

"I can give George a call and ask him if you wish?," said Melissa. "Just tell me where and when we should meet you and your lovely fiancée."

"No no, not at all!," declared Vincent. "You've done more than enough - allow me to make the arrangements. I'll call Dr Whish; my car will pick you both up here at eight o'clock. I hope you like Italian." Vincent smiled and took her hand, placing a gentle kiss on it before saying, "Arrivederci, Ms Stymes." Then he turned and walked out the door.

Was it cliché? Yes. But Vincent felt he knew enough about Melissa Stymes - whitebread, middle income, probably a cheerleader in high school, flirtatious and hardly blinking an eye when he mentioned a fiancée - to feel it would work a charm. He tossed Sienna onto the seat beside him and started the car.

"Best get you home, Sienna," he said. "You need to get cleaned up. We're going out tonight."

 

[deevo]

Robert/Vincent

While Vincent's mind turned with the possibilities of the night ahead, Robert's mind was only a chaotic storm. This feeling of helplessness, the frustration of not knowing where Sienna was or in what kind of state, did not sit well with a man who took such pride in his strength. He had worked hard to keep things together over the last couple of months, for Sienna's sake as much as anything. But now, when she needed him the most, he wasn't able to do anything. Vincent's people hadn't been of much help, either. They had scanned the area around Sienna's car for any trace of her, but as yet they had found none.

Worst of all, it was starting to get dark. Soon they would both transform and Robert didn't even want to know what might happen to Sienna. She would transform somewhere far from home, lost, alone and naked, defenceless against whatever cretin might find her. Horrible, dark images ran through his head and he screamed in frustration.

He had to do something, anything, to take his mind off such things. The most important thing was telling Sienna about the book in Vincent's office. He sat at his desk and quickly wrote down anything that she might need to know: chapter headings, page numbers, references and notes that could be useful. The one thing he couldn't tell her was how they were going to retrieve the book. The office was locked up tight at night and he wasn't the most welcome presence during the day. They would need to come up with something, though.

There was an ache in the pit of his stomach. The Sun was sinking; soon it would disappear and his tranformation would really begin. But the pain that ran through his spine as his muscles and skeleton broke and rebuilt themselves was nothing compared to the worry he felt for his love.

As it happened, his worry would soon be abated. Vincent made his way quickly to the house, and with good reason - he wanted to make sure Robert caught a glimpse of Sienna while he was still human. He wanted to make sure that oaf felt at least a little gratitude, something Vincent could exploit later. He smiled as he glanced at the cage beside him, then came to a stop near the large fence surrounding the house. Robert would change into his wolf form soon, and Vincent really didn't want to deal with those claws. He opened the passenger side door and pointed the cage out, undoing the latch and letting its door swing open.

"Go on, Sienna," he said playfully. "Go on back to lover boy. I'll call you when the sun goes down, to remind you of our dinner date." Removing his cellphone from his pocket, Vincent called Dr Whish's number.

"Hello, Dr. Whish?," he said cheerfully. "Vincent Reeves here. Just to let you know I got my cat safe and sound from Ms Stymes. Look, I know it's short notice, but my fiancée and I want to thank you both with dinner tonight."

 

[monique_minx]

"No no, not at all! You've done more than enough - allow me to make the arrangements. I'll call Dr Whish; my car will pick you both up here at eight o'clock. I hope you like Italian. Arrivederci, Ms Stymes."

By the time Vincent was out the door, Melissa was fanning herself with the hand he’d kissed in absolute disbelief, she sighed sadly with the knowledge that he was taken.

“His fiancé better be one stunning lady or I’m going to chop my own head off if my skills don’t work. She better be a bloody super model.” Melissa muttered to herself as she headed into the back to clean out more pet cages, hoping to be finished early so she could run off to get ready and be back by eight.

~II~​

Meanwhile Sienna was mewing louder as the sun began to sink, she could feel her bones stretching and cracking beneath her silky ebony fur. The pain was excruciating and steadily getting worse as dusk approached nightfall.

Finally as her eyes were about to pop out of her head, she felt the car stop and the cage tipped forward. She sprang from her holding cell and padded across the yard; mewing for her tomcat. The human that smelt funny had muttered something that made her ears flatten in annoyance but she was home and happy to be so.

She sprinted in the door on the rapidly changing four legs and safely into the house, she mewed loudly to let him know she was home. It became a strangled cry as the cat shed her fur and was crouched on shaky legs, her naked skin gleaming with sweat. She panted and fell forward, her hands outstretched to catch herself and stop her from face planting.

“Robert…” She said in a croaky, exhausted voice.

~II~​

Doctor Whish was just sitting down to dinner with his son and fiancé when his cell phone began to chirp, he returned Jessica’s annoyed look with an apologetic smile as he excused himself from the table. He went around the corner of his dining room and flipped the phone open, holding it to his ear.

“Hello?”

"Hello, Dr. Whish? Vincent Reeves here. Just to let you know I got my cat safe and sound from Ms Stymes. Look, I know it's short notice, but my fiancée and I want to thank you both with dinner tonight."

George was surprised and caught off guard by the request, he looked around the corner at Jess for a moment before he spoke to Vincent.

“Well that’s a lovely gesture but hardly necessary Mr Reeves, I would’ve done the same for anyone, in fact I think I caused you more issues than I solved.” He chuckled softly, “But hold on a moment…”

He pressed the phone into his hand and called Jess over to him, an small disagreement ensued before Jessica finally relented and George put the phone to his ear again.

“Tonight is just fine, uh what time? Where?”

 

[deevo]

Robert/Vincent

"Oh my God..."

Robert rushed to Sienna's side, wrapping his arms around her. She looked absolutely exhausted, barely conscious as he lifted her up and carried her gently to the couch. He could already feel the transformation happening; he knew he didn't have a lot of time. Still, he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders, stroking her face gently.

"Jesus, Sienna," he said, his voice cracking with relief that she had returned, seemingly unharmed. "Honey, I was so worried..." He held her tightly and wished that he might never let her go again. But he could already see the hair on his arms growing darker and thicker. His chest felt tight and then there was a sudden crack.

Robert grunted and leaned back, holding himself and trying to breathe.

"I don't... have much time," he said through gasping breaths. "Sienna... there might be... a way..." He collapsed to the floor, his body spasming as he convulsed on the floor. He glanced up at her through agony-filled eyes and pointed towards an envelope on a nearby dresser.

"Answers... book... off-" He could say no more, writhing in agony as the change overtook him. His screams turned to howls as his human form disappeared. He lay panting on the floor for some time afterwards, every nerve ending seemingly attached to some invisible electrical charge. He staggered onto his feet and saw the alpha female huddled on the couch. She was haggard and tired, and he could smell the scent of the wild on her skin. There were other smells, too, some more pleasant than others - one or two especially unpleasant. He whined quietly and nuzzled her, licking her knee and thigh to comfort her.

Meanwhile, Vincent sat in his car, making preparations for the evening. He wondered if Sienna would let the dog out as he spoke to Dr Whish.

"Just meet me at Ms Stymes' store at around eight o'clock," he said. "There's a marvellous place nearby that I'm sure you'll love. See you then!" He hung up and sat, staring out the driver's side window. There was still plenty of time before they had to meet Whish and Stymes. In truth, Vincent would have had little problem if the good doctor had declined his invitation - after all, Melissa was a sweet fruit ripe for plucking - but since he was going to be there, Reeves figured he might as well have some fun.

He started the car and turned back towards the main road. Sienna would need to get cleaned up, and besides, he wanted to arrive at the store in something a little flashier than a sedan. He'd impress them with displays of wealth and taste, then play with them to his heart's content.

 

[monique_minx]

Sienna wasn’t sure how she’d made it from the floor to the couch and where the blanket had come from but the sound of Robert’s voice suddenly made the tired fog lift for a moment. She was drained after twenty four straight hours without sleep but she managed to cling to her consciousness awhile longer.

"Jesus, Sienna. Honey, I was so worried..."

“I’m so sorry baby…the car just…broke down…” She murmured tiredly.

"I don't... have much time, Sienna... there might be... a way..."

Sienna blinked rapidly and started to pay attention as she became aware of the fact that Robert was undergoing his own transformation. Her eyes welled up with unshed tears to see the look of utter agony he gave her and those eyes followed his gesture to the envelope. She inclined her head with understanding and looked upon him again, her hand gripping his and squeezing it reassuringly.

"Answers... book... off-"

His hand slipped from hers and she sat up quickly; alert and concerned for Robert, she spoke hurriedly, “I understand baby, I’ll read it!”

He convulsed and became the shaggy wolf she knew so well by now. The affection he gave still made her smile but Sienna was despondent; she really wanted the human Robert more than ever and giving Vincent what he wanted…she couldn’t win either way.

She felt rather disgusting and unwashed so she staggered from the couch; giving Robert a quick pet on the head as she made her way to the bathroom. Sienna hoped that she’d be able to wash the cat stench from her skin; not to mention the bad perfume that still lingered on her from that pet shop woman.

Under the wash of the water; Sienna felt a little energy returning to her and she started to wonder what Robert had meant about the book. She also started to remember her day as a cat and felt a red burn as she recalled the rat incident and how her feline-self had eaten that tuna with such hunger. She towelled off and then the memories of Vincent's involvement hit her; she shuddered to think what he might have done with the situation. So why hadn't he taken advantage? Surely he'd have gained more out of Sienna's embarrassment? It would have served to further his own goals...wouldn't it? Sienna frowned and wrapped the towel around her body as she wandered out to the dresser and scooped up the envelope in curiosity, she wanted to know what Robert had discovered.

Meanwhile George had hung up with Vincent and made his way to his own bathroom after a few quick words with Jessica out of earshot of Tommy. He was somewhat uncomfortable about the idea of Melissa being there as well; somehow simply being in her presence made him feel like he was cheating on his wife to be. Perhaps she had designs on him and he definitely felt attracted; what man in his right mind wouldn’t be? But…Jessica…He shook it off as he bounded up the stairs to shower.

 

[deevo]

Robert/Vincent

With the wolf in him released, Robert had a sudden urge to be outside. His alpha seemed to be in a better state now; he watched her as she wandered around the house, smelling fresh and clean. She had endured but she was not physically hurt. He took pride in knowing how tough she was. He yawned and stretched as she picked up something and watched her curiously for a moment.

His patience held out for only so long; something was calling him. He had stayed close to the den the night before and now the urge to run outside was very strong. He made his way to the door and pawed at it, trying to open it up. He grunted and growled in frustration as it stayed firmly closed. Finally he turned back to his alpha and barked quietly to gain her attention. He wondered why he had chosen a den that was so hard to get out of? Probably because it was so hard to get into, he supposed. He had the feeling there were numerous threats to their pack out there. He called on his alpha and headed to the door - it was time to patrol his territory.

+++​

Far away, in another part of town, Vincent was getting dressed. It was rare that he would go out two nights in a row - he liked to retain an air of mystery, had no interest in being seen as a playboy - but when an opportunity presents itself, one must take it. He could see great potential in Melissa but he wanted to see how she acted around George. She was a predator, all right, but did she have the stomach to take her prey?

Of course, there was also the chance to speak with Sienna. He was still treading carefully there. He wanted to gauge her gratitude for taking her home before she changed. He would talk to Robert as well, but not until the morning. Robert was hard to deal with even when he wasn't a wolf.

Vincent wondered how much Sienna remembered from his conversation with Melissa. Did she feel and think the same way she did as a human? He had to assume that the animal side of her had a little more sway when she was transformed. Did she remember her feelings for Robert? She certainly remembered how she felt about Vincent, that much was obvious. maybe hate runs just as deeply as love?

He would have to find out. But for then, Vincent simply made a call down to have his driver start the car, then phoned Sienna.

"Hello, Sienna. Just a reminder, we have a little double date tonight. I'll be around in thirty minutes to pick you up. And let's try to play happy families tonight, shall we?"

 

[monique_minx]

Sienna made short work of the letter, it made her smile as Robert had signed it quickly with love. It even gave her the idea of leaving him little notes before she changed. She scanned the letter and nodded; basically the book Robert had was missing a page and Vincent had the same book. He figured it must be the one that had effected the transformation in the first place and the only possible way of reversing the process was hidden within that book. Only trouble was; it was locked in Vincent’s office.

“How the fuck am I gonna get that?!” She whispered, lost in thought which Robert quickly broke with a quiet yip. She looked up and smiled, he just needed the outdoors. She’d almost forgotten he’d been locked inside the night before.

Sienna wandered over and opened the door, “There you go baby, have fun!” She called as he bounded outside quickly.

She shook her head, still smiling as she closed the door and set the letter down on the dresser. She was about to make her way to her bedroom to get dressed when the phone rang.

“Hello?” Sienna said as she picked up the phone.

"Hello, Sienna. Just a reminder, we have a little double date tonight. I'll be around in thirty minutes to pick you up. And let's try to play happy families tonight, shall we?"

Sienna frowned over two things, one was the fact that Vincent was calling and the second was that apparently they had some kind of function tonight?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Vincent but I can’t in any case. I have to get to work in an hour so you’ll have to find someone else to be your date.” Sienna said rather irritably, he was making plans for her now?

Not wanting to be overly rude however, she sighed and said, “And thank you for bringing me home…but I can’t, we really need the money and thanks to your little curse, I can’t work the dayshift anywhere. Besides that I am just about exhausted.”

 

[deevo]

Vincent/Robert

Vincent frowned and ran his fingers under his chin. He supposed it was perhaps too much to ask to have Sienna drop everything for an impromptu dinner date. They hadn't reached that point yet, he realised, though he knew it was only a matter of time. He just had to keep pulling the right strings and eventually he'd have her. Still, on this occasion it was best to play it softly.

"I apologise," he said. "I suppose it was a bit presumptive of me to make arrangements without talking to you. Very well - I'll dine alone tonight. Though I hope you'll join me again soon.

"And there's no need to thank me for taking you home," he continued, his frown turning quickly to a grin. "I'm not a complete monster, Sienna. I wouldn't have you go through your transformation without some comfort. Call me when you are free to meet. You have my number."

He hung up the phone and sighed. Well, he had been hoping for a little fun tonight - a chance to watch Sienna squirm, perhaps, and make her a party to his own manipulation of Melissa and George. Ah yes, the good vet and his admirer. Did Vincent want to keep their date? Even without Sienna, it could prove enjoyable. He wanted to see just how strong Dr Whish's morals really were. And if he turned out to be an angel, well... the little blonde she-devil could be a lot of fun.

Vincent checked his watch; almost time to go. He called downstairs and had them bring the car around. He met it at the front door and slipped inside, making himself comfortable as it sped through the streets, its engine purring, the tinted windows offering Vincent a view of a darker, more dangerous world.

+++

He was running, damp air matting his fur. A fresh breeze filled his lungs and he was delirious with a thousand scents. He was a part of it all, moving with speed and poise, his paws digging into soft, warm earth. He was free and joyful.

He was hungry.

Nothing but rodents scampering through the undergrowth, though. He ventured further, sniffing out signs for any substantial meal. It took him some time before he came across the deer foraging on the forest floor. He watched it silently for the longest time, keeping downwind and staying low. He really could do with the rest of his pack in times like this - there was enough meat to feed them all. Maybe it was time to increase the numbers? After all, he and his alpha would be safer that way.

He put those thoughts aside for a moment, focusing solely on the deer. It moved slowly, seemingly oblivious to his presence. He thought he could hear its heartbeat, fast and steady, every muscle poised and prepared to move in an instant. He crept closer and waited for his moment. The deer turned its head away. He jumped up and charged.

 

[monique_minx]

"I apologise. I suppose it was a bit presumptive of me to make arrangements without talking to you. Very well - I'll dine alone tonight. Though I hope you'll join me again soon. And there's no need to thank me for taking you home. I'm not a complete monster, Sienna. I wouldn't have you go through your transformation without some comfort. Call me when you are free to meet. You have my number."

Sienna heard the click of Vincent disconnecting the call and she just stared at the receiver, in utter disbelief of his acceptance and apology. She set the phone down and picked up the envelope with a sigh.

“Sorry baby but we’ve got to survive if we’re going to break this curse and that means paying the bills…I’ll work on the book tomorrow night or something.” Sienna set the letter down again, “After I’ve gotten some sleep too…”

She turned on her heel and went to get dressed, not half an hour later she was out the door; realizing she’d have to borrow Robert’s car and tell him to call and get hers towed in the morning. She set off for work thoroughly annoyed; it was not going to be a good night at all.

~II~​

Meanwhile George had just pulled up out front of Melissa’s pet store without a clue of what to expect. When he saw Melissa, his jaw just about dropped; she was absolutely stunning. Clad in a navy blue satin dress which finished just above her knees and was slit up one side to her upper thigh. Her make up was perfectly applied, her hair curled until it bounced with a beautiful shine and the V of the dress dipped to show an ample amount of her cleavage without telling all her secrets. George almost felt underdressed in his grey suit and blue tie.

“Hey George! I’m glad you decided to come!” She smiled brightly and gave him a quick squeeze which he returned, trying to hide his shock.

“Ummm well yeah…” He smiled stupidly, “I couldn’t really let you go off with this guy alone, could I? I mean he seems nice enough and everything…but you’re a stunning woman and I’d just hate to see anything…you know…bad…happen to you.”

Melissa smiled coyly, trying to act modestly which was fairly out of character for the outrageous blonde. She inclined her head, “Well thank you George, you’re very sweet. And I must say, you do look devilishly handsome in that suit.”

Her hand ran over his suit in a flirtatious gesture. George cleared his throat and straightened his tie, hoping Vincent would arrive soon so he’d have a buffer between him and Melissa.

 

[deevo]

Vincent

As annoying as it was to lose Sienna for the night, Vincent realised that some things were still out of his control - at least, in the short term. He imagined, once he had a proper grasp of her, that Sienna wouldn't have to worry about paying the bills any more. And if she was eager to earn a little spending money... well, there were many ways a beautiful woman like her could do so.

Regardless, he could afford to play it cool; as long as the curse held Robert and Sienna, Vincent believed he always had the upper hand. For all Robert's research - and Vincent knew, by obtaining credit card reports and library accounts, that Robert spent most of his free time researching their curse - it was not going to pay dividends. A man of Vincent's stature didn't leave anything to chance, and he had spent considerable time and money ensuring only one person knew how to lift the curse: Vincent Samuel Reeves.

The car pulled up outside the pet shop right on time. Melissa was already making Dr Whish nervous. Good girl, thought Vincent, keep him on his toes. He stepped out of the car and addressed the duo with a broad smile.

"Dr Whish, so glad you could make it," said Vincent, shaking George's hand firmly. He turn and took Melissa's hand, leaving another soft kiss as he said, "And Melissa - you look stunning, my dear.

"Now, I have some bad news - my fiancée is unfortunately indisposed, so she can't dine with us tonight. However, we're all here and I know we're going to have a great night." Vincent stepped back towards the door and motioned for them to enter.

"Please, please, make yourselves comfortable," he said. "I opened a bottle of rosé, please feel free to pour a glass or two. Once you're settled, we can head straight to the restaurant."

 

[monique_minx]

Melissa seemed demure yet impressed by Vincent’s expensive ride, her eyes glanced over to George who had a plastered smile on; hiding his relief. She’d never ridden in anything so exquisite before and it had her thinking she’d have to spend more time on the rich side of town after this evening.

"Dr Whish, so glad you could make it." George smiled and returned Vincent’s firm handshake while Melissa seemed to glow as Vincent took her hand and pressed a kiss to it, "And Melissa - you look stunning, my dear.”

“Thank you Vincent, you don’t scrub up too badly without the cat hair if I might say.” She giggled at the small cat joke.

"Now, I have some bad news - my fiancée is unfortunately indisposed, so she can't dine with us tonight. However, we're all here and I know we're going to have a great night."

“Sorry to hear that Vincent, I hope she’s not ill or got anything serious.” George said sincerely while Melissa tried to hide her glee at the idea of Vincent and George being partnerless for the evening - it was like a buffet! A man buffet!

Melissa slid into the car slowly and scooped her dress together while George waited patiently and then followed her.

"Please, please, make yourselves comfortable, I opened a bottle of rosé, please feel free to pour a glass or two. Once you're settled, we can head straight to the restaurant."

“You certainly live in some luxury Vincent, lucky to have a woman to share it with! I’d have pegged you for a bachelor if I hadn’t been told otherwise.” George said quietly as he admired the interior of the vehicle, knowing Jess would’ve gone bananas if she knew what he was riding in and hadn’t brought her with him.

Meanwhile Melissa was more than settled and pouring a glass for her and George then passing a third to Vincent once he got inside as well. She sipped it slowly as she contemplated her own words a little more carefully.

“So Vincent, what do you do with yourself? I’m assuming your money isn’t family money of course, I wouldn’t have thought of you as being under anyone’s thumb let alone mummy dearest’s.” She smiled disarmingly to show she meant no offence by the statement and was merely making a conversationalist observation.

 

[deevo]

Vincent

Vincent made sure to sit opposite his two guests. He wanted to keep them in close proximity to each other, and his vantage point allowed him to observe them both. He felt like an anthropologist or perhaps a wildlife documentarian, watching the hungry female lasciviously vie for a mate, even among men who were ostensibly spoken for.

“You certainly live in some luxury Vincent, lucky to have a woman to share it with! I’d have pegged you for a bachelor if I hadn’t been told otherwise.”

Vincent gave George a million dollar smile and shrugged his shoulders. Internally, however, he was asking himself why on Earth he said he was engaged? He could keep up the ruse, of course, but it could potentially get in the way of any fun later on - though with Melissa around, he doubted it. Still, at least he didn't say he was married. That might have been harder to pretend. He was kind of glad Sienna wasn't here, after all.

"Yes, well, she's doing her best to get me settled down," he said. "Not that she always succeeds!" He laughed gently, taking the glass of wine from Melissa. He made sure to brush his fingers aginst hers and offer only the smallest amount of eye contact. Vincent hoped that, by the end of the night, Melissa would be worked up enough to make a move. The anticipation of what the little minx might do felt wonderful.

“So Vincent, what do you do with yourself? I’m assuming your money isn’t family money of course, I wouldn’t have thought of you as being under anyone’s thumb let alone mummy dearest’s.”

Vincent cocked his head and said, "A little of one, a little of the other. I own a number of clubs and restaurants, a few retail outlets in the city centre. I come from a long line of industrialists and entrepreneurs. Very successful entrepreneurs, might I add, though I don't want to boast. So yes, there is money in my family. But my father instilled a strong work ethic in me. One day I'll inherit his estate, but until then I make my own way in this world. And I live by his lessons: never accept a debt you can't definitely repay, always be the first to walk out of a meeting, and if you want something, do whatever it takes to obtain it. Good advice, wouldn't you both agree?"

His eyes darted from Melissa to George and back again. He wasn't sure if the good doctor had quite the same determination - though the fact he clearly wasn't fucking Melissa said a lot about his self-control. And Melissa? Vincent hoped the underlying meaning behind his words was clear to the girl.

 

[monique_minx]

"Yes, well, she's doing her best to get me settled down. Not that she always succeeds!"

George chuckled lightly along with Vincent and idly wondered how different this scenario might be if they were not both engaged to other women. Certainly most men would look at them as if they had antlers for not sleeping with Melissa. As he was lost in his thoughts, Melissa handed the wine glass to Vincent and felt the brush of his fingertips, she gave a delighted giggle as though she was really laughing at what he had said as opposed to the fact that he may or may not have accidentally touched her.

Melissa posed the question then and Vincent seemed thoughtful, giving a small pause before he answered her.

"A little of one, a little of the other. I own a number of clubs and restaurants, a few retail outlets in the city centre. I come from a long line of industrialists and entrepreneurs. Very successful entrepreneurs, might I add, though I don't want to boast. So yes, there is money in my family. But my father instilled a strong work ethic in me. One day I'll inherit his estate, but until then I make my own way in this world. And I live by his lessons: never accept a debt you can't definitely repay, always be the first to walk out of a meeting, and if you want something, do whatever it takes to obtain it. Good advice, wouldn't you both agree?"

George nodded but spoke thoughtfully, “Not sure I’d feel the same. Seems somewhat obsessive to be honest.”

Melissa almost took that one personally but calmed herself quickly and smiled, “I dunno George, if I wanted something…” She paused and flipped her shiny blonde tresses, “…I’d certainly do whatever it took to get it. I mean, it depends on how badly you want it, right Vincent?”

She arched a brow, flashing beautiful white teeth surrounded by rosy red lips covered in a smouldering scarlet lip gloss. Melissa smoothed her dress and slowly uncrossed her legs, allowing Vincent a glimpse of the black panties beneath them before her other leg crossed over again and she leaned back, sipping her wine.

“So where are we headed tonight Vincent?” George said, breaking from his thoughts as he obviously fought to escape from Melissa’s seductive charms.

 

[deevo]

Vincent

“Not sure I’d feel the same. Seems somewhat obsessive to be honest.”

Vincent shrugged his shoulders and was about to answer when Melissa said, "I dunno George, if I wanted something, I’d certainly do whatever it took to get it. I mean, it depends on how badly you want it, right Vincent?"

Reeves turned his eyes towards the beautiful blonde, who flashed him a million dollar smile. He returned one of his own as he caught a glimpse of black lace, quite obviously no accident. Vincent didn't believe this girl did anything accidentally.

"I couldn't agree more, Melissa," he said, leaning back in his seat. "It is obsession that drives us forward. It sparks our passions. No great feat of civilisation has ever been achieved without one man or woman's obsession. I understand it can have negative connotations, but I feel they are outweighed by the positive."

“So where are we headed tonight Vincent?," said George. Whish seemed uncomfortable sitting next to Melissa. He just needed to loosen up, and Vincent knew just the place.

"There's a wonderful Italian place called Il Ritiro di Amore, just on the other side of town," replied Vincent. "It really is a magnificent place. Good atmosphere, good food. Has a reputation for putting fire in one's belly, igniting all the senses." He grinned broadly and sipped his wine. The place also had a reputation as where lovers met for illicit trysts and couples went to reignite the flame of their passion. But Vincent didn't feel a need to tell his companions that just yet.

 

[monique_minx]

"There's a wonderful Italian place called Il Ritiro di Amore, just on the other side of town. It really is a magnificent place. Good atmosphere, good food. Has a reputation for putting fire in one's belly, igniting all the senses."

George nodded and seemed lost in thought, content to let Melissa continue seducing Vincent which she didn’t mind in the least. George kept sipping from his wine while Melissa only did so when she could use it to further entice either one of the men.

The trip wasn’t long, she’d never been to this particular restaurant before but wasn’t exactly all that interested in it. She preferred dark lit party scenes where she could really play her hand, this would be an all together different test of her seductive abilities. A challenge she relished.

“So Vincent…” She paused as she chose her words carefully, “your fiancé must really be something to snag someone like you? Is she some corporate high power type woman?” Melissa asked interestedly, she wanted to know how any woman could convince a man like this to stop sniffing around and marry her.

The car was drawing nearer to the restaurant and then she figured his attention would be split, she certainly have less opportunity to get to know him with the extra distraction of George. She honestly told herself she had no preference between them but to be out with both of them and go home with neither was an outrage she couldn’t handle. She couldn’t believe both of these men could be engaged but not find her attractive at the same time, it was an impossibility to her. Melissa had to believe that they could both be lured.

“We’re here…” George said softly as the car pulled up and he was staring out the window, desperately avoiding Melissa’s gaze…not to mention her gorgeous assets.

 

[deevo]

Vincent

"So Vincent, your fiancé must really be something to snag someone like you? Is she some corporate high power type woman?"

Vincent cocked his head for a moment, deciding the best response. He swirled the wine in his glass and said, "No, not really. She likes working with people - that's how I first met her. She's actually not what I ever considered my usual type but, well..." He arched his eyebrows and smiled, saying, "Perhaps I like the challenge. What about you, Melissa? Do you enjoy the thrill of the hunt?"

The car came to a stop outside the restaurant.

"We're here," said George. Thank you, Captain Obvious, thought Vincent, but he figured Dr Whish was just a little nervous. He was certainly doing his best to keep his gaze off Melissa, with varying levels of success.

"Indeed we are," replied Vincent. His driver opened the car and Vincent, ever the gracious host, motioned for his guests to step out ahead of him. Besides, an opportunity to see Melissa's delicious round ass was not one to miss.

The maitre'd welcomed them with a broad smile as Vincent walked towards him.

"Ah, Mr Reeves!," he declared. "How wonderful to see you this evening."

"You know I can't stay away, Lorenzo," replied Vincent, and the maitre'd's smile spread another six inches across his face.

"Your usual table?," he asked.

"Actually, table for three tonight," said Vincent. "And could you send out a bottle of sparkling white? My friends and I are here to eat, drink and be merry."

"An excellent philosophy, if I do say so myself," gushed the maitre'd. He led them quickly to a quiet area by the window. Outside the city buzzed with neon and joyful exuberance. It was Vincent's favourite time of the evening, when spirits were still high and the party welcomed everyone.

He was happy to sit between George and Melissa at the table. The blonde was playing for keeps, but why make it too easy for her. Vincent lifted his glass and proposed a toast, "To an evening we'll never forget." Once he'd taken a sip he leaned back slightly in his chair and said, "You know, I rambled all the way here, but I really want to know more about you both. Tell me, George, who is the fine girl you're engaged to?"

 

[monique_minx]

Before Melissa could open her mouth to respond with some variation on flirtatious and challenging, George interrupted with his little announcement and she would’ve been more annoyed if she didn’t like him so much. She still cursed his timing when she felt that she was on the cusp of something with Vincent and she made to exit the car after George who paused and took her hand as she slid out. Melissa barely resisted the urge to wiggle her tush in front of Vincent when she felt his eyes on her backside. She reminded herself to be a good girl and suppressed a knowing smile. The three wandered into the restaurant and Melissa appeared to be admiring the décor as Vincent spoke with the maitre D.

She followed the boys off to a table near a window and took her seat gracefully as George pulled it out for her. She grinned as she’d never felt herself to be the centre of so much male attention in awhile. George straightened his tie and sat beside her, leaving Melissa sitting opposite Vincent. Soon enough the man raised his glass in a toast and the other two mirrored him.

"To an evening we'll never forget."

They both smiled politely and sipped their drinks, Melissa stretching her swan like neck a little and making a subtle show of how delicate she could be while George seemed to screw his nose up a little; he wasn’t a great fan of alcohol.

"You know, I rambled all the way here, but I really want to know more about you both. Tell me, George, who is the fine girl you're engaged to?"

Melissa almost snorted into her drink but covered it with a light cough, George nursed his drink and gave a warm smile; at last a question he could answer that didn’t make him entirely uncomfortable.

“Her name is Jessica, she’s wonderful if not somewhat high maintenance but absolutely worth it. We have a son named Thomas, unfortunately she tends to dote on him and indulge him a bit much. I got him a pet rat which he actually managed to scare your little cat off with today. Rather shocking really, never seen a cat afraid of a rat before!” He chuckled brightly, “She’s studying to be a kindergarten teacher actually, I think she kind of wants to get her degree just so she can watch over Tommy when he gets to that age…oh he’s only three now by the way. She’s been pestering me for marriage since before he was born but I wanted to get us into a bit of a stable home life first which involved me finishing school.”

George shrugged, “Not much more to it really, we’ve had our little battles but now we’re sort of smoothing the road as it were.”

Melissa gave a slight roll of her eyes, she’d always thought Jessica had trapped George and had given the honourable man a raw deal though he’d never admit he was only staying with her for Tommy.