Joseph’s eyes were weak and faint, yet they strove to narrow over the dark tiny words that dotted the page in the simple computer type. Over and over he moved with care over each sentence, his tight brushy brows crinkled against his bear eyes intense focus. Worry etched in his lined face creasing it with more than the usual wrinkles making his age show though the zombie’s face as he pulled his thin lips in to a thinner line, frowning. His breath was steady but could have been none existent with Joseph’s hand held the paper in his weathered fingers, drawing it up closely to his face as his thick lenses perched on his ridged nose. Using the bottom of his lenses to read it was clear Joseph didn’t like what he saw. The long and short of it was enough for the old coroner to repeat it in his head as a sum paragraph even though the technical babble used, the very things he hated and increased his headache before he was forced to lean back in his wooden chair.
Aggression, increase in libido, and pain was the most dominate symptoms that reoccur in werewolf changes. One of the three usually stay with the infected throughout their adult wolf life and in need of frequent release or satisfaction or it becomes hard to control. In most cases, engaging in certain activities led to the wolf lashing out at others sometimes resulting in blood being exchanged hence infecting others. It was highest chance with intercourse, when a wolf’s desires are forced on a human that has caught their attention, infecting the victim or usually killing them after the fact. Horus was kind enough to provide pictures of mauled female victims, their faces eaten off or legs torn from their bodies at odd angles because the emotions were too overwhelming for the werewolf to properly control. No wonder Horus offered a use of a succubus. Demons born to accommodate this type of urge that made them a sturdy breed even in the most intense cases and spare a human from being bruised beyond repair.
God he hoped Eric had stayed at home… it creaked with his back pulling farther back, dislike to the light that added to his pain. His legs were on the edges pressed up against the arms of his chair, his right arm draped across the leg resting the elbow on the hard rest. His left hand gripping the paper tossed the inch thick booklet on the desk top with a loud thunk to message his eyebrow and release the tension headache, slowly reabsorbing what he had locked in his head. This was a nightmare screamed his thoughts while Joseph mere let the silence lull him into a better mood, his pads dug deeper in his temple while his lids closed to shut out the scenery around him of his study.
The pale weak yellow light of a desk lamp focused on the paper’s whiteness, making a mild glare, forcing Joseph to avert his eyes. He needed a drink of scotch. With that notion on his mind, he rose pushing his chair out from under him. Black shoes with over draped fly button pants shifted with his legs while Joseph made his path to the book case, outstretch hands to seize a dark wooden mahogany box lined with green velvet that cradled a long square bottle topped off in a porous cork. Setting it with the utmost care, Joseph’s eyes gleamed with positive excitement and need to numb his pounding head before heading to Eric’s apartment. The ember liquid still and fermented in the dark hand blown bottle topped with a porous cork as his thin fingers gently removed it from the soft in lining, swishing the contents ever so slightly. Putting the flat bottom on the uncovered desk he turned to pinch the rim of a pair drinking glasses between his finger and thumb before shuffling to another rectangular box. It had a pointed cone at the center of a round circular groove, surrounded by an inch box barrier that lead off to a wide mega phone with curved decorative edges along the widening mouth. It was a recorder, old fashion and before the time of radios it would play music from records at Joseph’s desire.
It was a memento of another time. His free hand pulled the long needle pointed rod over the already placed black disk. Seeking a certain groove, violin music played in a slow and sweet melody as if reciting a lullaby meant for another. Memories flooded in Joseph’s head but he stilled them, returning to the desk and pouring himself a drink that soon was casted into his throat burning it all the way down. Before repeating the filling on the other glass, savoring the next while he took a seat to let the music fill the room. Memories then danced in his depressive figure that slouched in his desk chair looking out a window into the unheard city’s day’s stirrings. Than it was off to Eric’s…
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Present time, Hotel Amazones
Chance
Voices…Eric had moved, her body held tighter with her eyes shut, begging to stay asleep in this moment of time. She was lost in the curves of his body that followed her own against her, her chest pushed into his side with her right arm draped over his board chest. The sheet held tightly against her body, wrapping about it with her gentle breathing that seemed too swept in his sound of his voice to listen to the words meaning. His emotions flooded her. Troubles, tired, and worried that a soft moan escaped her lips. Her eyes scrunched in distract that threatened to pull her away from the blissful feeling of their recent activity. Even now the scents and sound of his voice, upset as it was, filled her with a comfort that she rarely found.
The moment his hand brushed her hair back, her eyes slowly rose to set sights on him. Lids heavy and weighted by the wear of their rough play she felt like a glow entered her body, etching it with a light and gentle feeling. Her mind slowly came awake to the concrete mixture of something wrong. Her body shifted up pulling her arm across his body to rest on the bending mattress before groggily raising her head to look him in the eyes. Something was…wrong. Her face tightened with uncertainty, a hard stare, while she tilted her head in confusion. The sheets fell away before her hand rose up to cling it to her body, hiding it and killing the chill their union’s end had left behind. Arm was wobbling but struggled to hold fast in her stubbornness before her word cut to the quick.
“Okay, what’s wrong?” Her voice sliced the awkward silence that his eyes, so concern and haunting with guilt made her heart nestle in her throat,” What’s bothering you?”
Without waiting for an answer, her lips pull into embrace his. Her tongue tastes his sweet saliva as memories of his love flooded back to her, arm released the sheet while her body holds fast to his and leg saddles across. Pulling her closer to him with hands resting on his shoulders leaving her eyes to close and embrace his worry, absorbing though the flesh into her soul. She wanted to drive that guilt for one reason or another away from his beautiful hazel eyes, his stubble treated to the wash of her lips and the prodding of her tongue before drawing close to his ear with a husky whisper.
“You realize, I might need help…getting into the shower…,” Her want should drive into his heart yet, it weakly as she leaned heavily to show how he left her. How their coupling brought forth a world that she found to care about him and her.
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Eric held her gaze with a hint of lust just like they had about an hour ago on that very bed they're on. Only this time, they'd showered and were getting dressed. He'd chuckled a few times as she showed him what fun there was to be had when putting on a clothing, just as they had at being discarded. It was indeed something worth entertaining. Or was it just Chance who'd gotten the talent in bringing such joy in that sort of chore. Either way, Eric was admittedly having a second opinion to his perception and might need to take the lesson. He'd gritted and had kept his eyes on hers throughout, just as she'd requested then. So he watched. Gathering his own clothes from the ground and slipping into them quickly while all along having maintained eye contact. Chance was still beautiful with those fabric on her, he realized.
The man burst into laughter as he heard the growls within her stomach. He rested his hands on the bed and leaned forward before kissing her passionately, a hand rising to cusp her cheek.
"We'll grab something light before we go," said Eric while resting his forehead on hers. "I don't want to make the old grumpy man wait any longer either.." their nose bumped as he gave her another peck. "Come.." he offered her his hand.
As soon as she reached for it, Eric would then stand and check the area before he led her out. Down the hallway and towards the lifts they went. Memories of last night's scene played back within his mind. The man turned to look at her, smiling as if to say do you remember what we did here.. Just what was happening to him, Eric asked himself. He'd never seen himself acted this way before. Not with a woman and especially not with the one under protective custody. The lifts doors opened and a man exitted, bumping him in a shoulder as if in a hurry. Eric's mind was too focus on Chance's "witch-craft" that he just don't seemed to care.
And here too...
The man wanted to say. Eyes straying towards the very corner where they shared their first kiss together. His hand squeezed hers a little. As soon as they'd stepped out from the lift, he turned his head around as if looking for something.
"Here," Eric reached for his pocket and retrieved some cash before handing them over to her. "..get something for us there while I go check us out.." said the man before he headed of a second or so after Chance had.
Occasionally, he'd glanced over to her as he leaned against the check-out counter. His mind then started working on the reality of things. He blinked and shook his head a bit. The coroner came to his thoughts. Just what kind of excuse would he give the man now, he pondered. Perhaps the old man needn't to hear the truth. Then again, he could always shut his mouth and hoped that they'll move on. Slowly, his usual habit returned. His gaze darted from Chance to those around her and then around him. He whipped his head to the side and knew that he'd met some eye contact with the strangers here. Not just any strangers in his opinions though. The gestures and the gaits just seemed wrong. Eric grew uncomfortable and became very worried then. Chance, his heart called out. Chance, his thoughts too.
"Thank you for..." the lady behind the counter couldn't finish her sentence as Eric immediately moved towards Chance.
He would grab her by the arm just above the elbow and headed straight for the park where he'd promised the old man to come see them.
Memories, Chance never liked them yet these were something she held so close. Her eyes flickered to watch the man redress, her teeth bite into her nail as she took the image in. Getting dress was easy…making him stay was another challenge all together. Letting his image sink in and linger there like a carrot to bait a horse, making her want to sink into the bed once more. To drag him under the covers… Chance sighed at the idea, tossing it away with a roll of the eyes at herself before it got much farther and disappointed she was going to have to wait. The way Eric made it sound that ass he was destined to meet was not the patient sort, making it all the more bitter. At the moment she wanted to mope at the idea they were leaving here, walking outside to once more resume their lives. Pout like some child which made realize how ridiculous she was being.
She expected him to just drift from her. Like all the rest, once forcing her to take care of Gage and spend her life alone. Alone, she comes so use to that and now, for some mysterious reason, it made her sad to think he might be like the rest.
Like all the other men, got what he wanted and leave her with a one night memory before she pined for more. Though the empathic woman had to admit he learned quicker than Nick, enjoying the shadows of his hands aiding her shirt on and teasing him, only to fail at making him stay. She must be losing her touch Chance couldn’t help but think desperately. Or this guy meant something to him; her body froze seeing him stare at her. Had he been looking at her whole time? She questioned, more upset she didn’t notice it sooner, her own steely ones stolen by his forgetting to breath.
His laughter broke her moment, jerking her by the mind right into the world once more. Legs were curled up, the left dangled over the bed edge with the right underneath while she sank a bit. His hand pressed into the bed as his mouth went for a snatch of her lips. It was a pleasant surprise. His fingers traced her cheek and cradle it, holding Chance in place to him while he took her breath, and flooding her head with passionate emotions gunning down hers. The pressure of his lips, the depth of his need, and the gentleness stood like monuments in her memory stretching for what seemed to be ages.
It was strange…so amazing only to end.
"We'll grab something light before we go,” his head touching like it never wanted to leave, her grey colored eyes searching into his before their noses bumped in another irresistible peck. “I don't want to make the old grumpy man wait any longer either.."
"Come.." his hand was held out, like a gentlemen and she looked at him. Her eyebrow rose at him in disbelief before taking it. His body was already rising aiding her up to her own feet, foot shifted to touch the ground.
She felt like a high school teen again, not a bad thing, with a sweet but overprotective boyfriend. His hand carefully open the door with his head peering out, vision darted down one end then another like one of those cheesy private security guards. Hand held tightly to hers but crushing it, moving them down the hall to the elevator. Every nerve in his body seemed to relax for a moment. A giggly… No, lusty sense that soaked him like a rag in gasoline, quickly and strong, it override her edginess. He seemed to be retracing the night once more, his smile was intoxicating. Knowing and reminding that it was hard not to reflect her understanding.
Yes…I remember her steely eyes spoke.
The back of her mind tugged, was his true feelings or a side effect? Her heart fought the pang of hurt that pricked her deeper than a needle, trudging doubt and wonder for things she had no business to. His hand drew her away from investigating it more as the buttons in the elevator glowed, flickering down the numbers of each floor before reaching ground and stopping smoothly. His foot lead while his head grazed the scene, expecting something maybe? He hadn’t even realized a man bumped him as he moved into the lift they left. Chance only spared a glare, thinking of his rudeness before being drawn back by the lack of Eric’s reaction.
Was something wrong or was this her doing?
“Here..get something for us there while I go check us out..” spoke Eric, like a typical man though his request might not have seemed like a terrible thing more then something Chance would have seen coming. He put a few dollars into her hand which she took grudgingly. Chance couldn’t help but feel a little hurt regardless of his intentions to be nice. To her it was like telling her to get his breakfast and slippers, or at least been better if he asked if she needed the cash. She did truthful leaving her wallet behind so what was the point? Sighing and shaking her head at her own moment of pure idiot Chance spoke.
“Sure, I can do that.” she was about to ask him what he wanted, only to decide against due to time.
She felt his eyes on her back, just like Nick did when he was being an ass. Over jealous of others that strayed too close to Chance and with her back still to him, she frowned. Please…please don’t like him be like him. Honestly as much as she liked Eric, if he twisted in possessive mode she would have end this. His words echoed in her head from earlier in the morning, "..There's somebody I've got to go and see... I think it's wise for you to come along as it may concern you.."
"Please, just bear with me.."
So bear she would at least until she could tolerate no more or her brother got involved, a thread of guilt tugged at her. How they left things wasn’t how she would like and once more sisterly love got the better of her that Chance fought the urge to ask him to take her home. It was the guilt that made her return really. Eric made it seemed like she was in danger. From who…or what, she added as she thought of the wolf incident. Would she bring that danger home with her? If that was true, Chance couldn’t-as much as she resented taking care of him- let him get hurt. Never.
She came to stop at a vending machine. Chance put the paper dollar to the slot before examining the varieties of junk food though the glass front, as the gear whiz to suck the dollar in. The red number reflected the amount as she reached over to press the numbered buttons, creating a click and forced the machine to life. The spiral metal rings within the glass whirled and rotated to push the small bag of trail mix into the waiting slot below. Chance repeated the process four more times, a sandwich, twix candy bar and some gram crackers- she hoped anyway- followed the dive to the swinging door below.
Reaching her hand in, Chance took up the goods before feeling something jerking her attention instantly. A slight feeling of wanting invaded her emotions…her hand braced against the frame of the machine’s window which the holding the top of the four bags in her other hand. Breathe she coaxed before coming to the realization of the source. Eric. He wanted her, flooding her both with worry and warmth she never really knew how to deal with.
She turned and there he was, nervous it seemed enough to make her swallow. Where he- her thoughts were interrupted as his hand had come out to her elbow. Eric gripping Chance’s arm while he walked her to the door, keeping her close in his exit out the doors increasing her worry. Her black hair flipped behind and her mind stunned, both by her own confusions and this sudden change in him.
Joseph..
What the hell was he? The old coroner grumbled with a sour puss look that could curdle cheese and draw his lips into a tight frown that creased along his muzzle. A vein seemed to pop against his neck, pumping blood though at a furious rate. His usual white skin took on a slight faded red while his boot tapped, repeatedly and uncontrolled on the pavement. It bounced relentless thrumming into his ears. Thin white wisps of white hair were pushed against the scalpel, his thin arms crossed over in front him before Joseph paced. The loud clicking shoes slapped the hard surface, the black trench coat swished about his tan slack with a low collar t-shirt that scratched at his skin farther maddening the man.
The coroner had been in a rush. Grabbing the wrong shirt, he been made for hours on hours while it seemed the man he been trying to meet in the first place was incapable of arriving on time. Even when it was Eric that set the time and place! His left eye twitched with irritation, his brow flickered from the effect making his expression look like a grim reaper in its daggering glances from direction to the other. His vision turned back down to the ticking watch on his wrist. The second hand raced by but it seemed the minute hand never moved, even when it been the numbers at least once and it only drove nails of the pissed nature running though his mind leaving him in a furthered agitated state.
“Where the fuck is that man! Even Abel was smart enough never to leave me waiting this damn long. I swear a pack of werewolves better be stalking him or so help me, I am going to kill him…” Joseph cursed beneath his breath as his hand reached into his well like pockets.
The yellow package folder, holding the thick pile of papers held by a heavy duty stapler in the upper right corner, grazed about his fingers tips reminding him why he was here. He didn’t feel comfortable just sending bits and pieces, or any of it unless it was face to face. It would also force Eric to meet him just to get it. In addition to the werewolf info, the zombie had added what he deemed important including farther specs on the Hell Hounds as well as their conflicts between the two species and there was even two cell numbers. His own, the highlighted one making it stick out above the other: Horus’s. It was a bad idea but despite how knowledgeable Joseph was, he lacked the personal experience and the deeper psyche of the wolf’s inner mind. It was namely for the need to dominate and over power the weaker human mind to become a ravishing monster. Horus, part of an Alpha’s grim duty, had put down those couldn’t tolerate their wolf or keep it in check, ripping them into pieces before his pack’s eyes as a lesson to would be competitors. It discouraged since it was a duty most didn’t convent of their leader-truthfully Joseph doubted Horus didn’t have a taste for blood himself. He believed the alpha enjoyed the task of tearing in fresh meat and fur like an animal with the taste of murder couldn’t resist killing over and over.
Naturally his mind wondered over another danger. If a female caught his attention, Eric wouldn’t object forcing himself on her. The arrogance of some males was built with power more often in a werewolf’s case. Joseph didn’t know how in control the man would be, to tame his desires or needs without maintaining constant vigilance.
Joseph’s mind had wondered, successfully distracting him as his body leaned back down onto the bench in the park. His form settled before seeing the familiar figure of Eric walking; briskly up, as if late for a meeting he was desperate to get to. The old man huffed before pulling himself looking vivid and beyond pissed, wrinkles over already crossed wrinkles formed giving his face a prune look. The papers held tight in his cross to meet the man, it was then he noticed the other ‘guest’ that now accompanied Eric. Joseph’s wiry brow pulled up like an inching caterpillar of white farther outlining his scowl. This wasn’t good, the woman tired by Eric’s grip about her elbow pulled away roughly. Jerking her arm free he could hear her anger and it spurred the zombie on quicker, expecting some anger from Eric or worse a back hand. Ready and reaching just inside the couple’s position the old man had his hand twitching by his side, alert to intervene should things turn bad.
In his right hand was sedative, one that would wear off in half an hour yet calm the man the moment it entered the blood stream. In a normal man it would kill them. It was full of wolfsbane, though unlike the myths of it curing the wolf virus it merely put the nerve affected into a coma like state. Though with Eric’s abnormal trait the coroner was unsure if the effect would last long enough but there was no doubts it would affect him. The only hard part was injected him in the first place.
Chance
He wasn’t hurt her like Nick or others had but she didn’t like it one bit. Being grabbed, it made her think of all the men she dated and how some turned edgy when she even looked in another’s direction. What the hell was a matter with him? Chance let him take her out the hotel thinking he would turn off somewhere or something to explain to her. To have it all make sense. No…not once had they stopped or even spoken a word to her while they moved somewhere. She only guessed it was to meet this guy he said was important.
“Eric! That's enough,” Chance’s arm jerked away from his grip, feeling the rough imprints she herself made in the action,” what in the hell is wrong?”
The snacks had dropped, discarded by Chance as she stared at him. Her anger was clear both in her body as well as her emotions that held her ground. He didn’t act like this earlier. Not an ideal gentlemen but like this until they left the apartment and now she wished that they never left. Was this how he really was, outside in the world, and the glimpse she had was nothing more than an illusion? It didn’t help her own father gripped her in the same fashion while he was ready to strike, though she had dealt with that better now thanks to William, but this moment scared her like then. Stepping forward Chance stared at Eric’s eyes locking with hard and razor sharp greys of hers that could be seen as challenging. The atmosphere was heated to the point she wasn’t realizing she influenced it, drawing the hairs up on the approaching man within interference range.
There was no mistaking them. These somewhat burning sensation like the rays of the sun licking over his skin were no doubt gazes. He was being watched. One that weren't as threatening as he'd gotten from the wolf but were no less as nerve breaking. But who and from where, Eric couldn't yet locate. He'd inspected the reflection on the glass door to the hotel as he made his exit with Chance in his grip yet he couldn't spot the stalker. Crossing the road over to the park, Eric had made a couple of glances over his shoulder as well. Still, nobody suspicious were following. Frustration started seeping in. Either it was due to the lack of evidence to support his own warning or the notion was actually coming from the lady right next to him. Anger began to swell then, pulling his lips back to bare teeth as his gaze remained fixated to the hotel's main entrance.
Chance's protest fell onto deafened ears. Even the coroner's presence seemed to not bother him. Stern and intense, Eric's stares continued and threatened the building they'd been in moments ago to as if burn to the ground. Hoping that they.. whoever they were.. got burried under the rubble as well. Wrinkles slowly formed over his nose as if he was sniffing in the air for their scents. Not that he would recognize any if he ever picked them up though and on top of that, he wasn't even aware he was doing it. A low rumbling sound emitted from his throat as well, like snarls of warning from that of a canine.
Slowly, Eric raised his head and that was when he paused, stumped as his eyes narrowed to focus on the shadow he'd spotted at the glass window, staring and looking back down to him on the same floor they were once at. The atmosphere then seemed to be in an inferno as he watched the shadow slowly backed away from the window. Movement by the entrance then caught his attention. A man in a brown trench coat holding a newspaper in hand appeared and was heading towards the park, towards them.
"We got to move.. Now.." said Eric before he turned to look at his two companion. "Were you being followed, Joseph?" the man boldly asked as he picked up the pace and led them deeper into the park.
With his concern hovering more on the spies than the angered woman and a wary old man, Eric had missed their impressions on him. Failing to detect them and thus forgoing a way to rectify the situation. A more dire matters seemed to befall upon them, allowing no room for needless bickering to take place. Coming to a bench somewhere in the center of the Park, Eric then gestured to Joseph to sit.
"What did you find, Joseph?" he then asked with a stern face while keeping an eye on the path they'd taken, looking out for the intruder. "Quickly.. Show us.."
Eric was clearly feeling uncomfortable. His worry was more on the woman he'd dragged in instead of both Joseph's as well as his own life. The image of the wolf and the phantoms appeared in the foremost of his thoughts. He can't help but assume those spies were their disguise. Ridiculous, Eric knew this but he'd gotten no other leads at the moment. He just hoped that the two in his company wouldn't start asking too much questions, burning away what precious time they're being granted with.
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"He is as the mistress have said... Sharp and ever so alert of his surroundings.."
"You think he knows we're watching him.."
"He saw me.."
"Was it coincidental..?"
"Nay.. He was searching for us and he found me looking.. down at him.."
"Do you think he recognized your face?"
"He hardly looked at me when we bumped into each other at the lift.. So I doubt he'll notice me if we crosses path again.."
"Who is the girl he's with?"
"I'm not too sure but they seemed to be intimately close.."
". . . The mistress might not approve.."
"That's not our problem.. But have Central run a background check of her, just in case.."
"Roger that.. What of the current mission? Do we need to keep following him?"
"Negative.. You've probably been compromised.. Mission is complete though so there's no need to pursue.. Fall back and extract the team out..."
Something was wrong; Joseph knew this the moment he drew closer. His fingers tighten about the vile trapped within that rocked with his steps, but he didn’t draw it. The wolf’s- Eric was as good as one in his mind- focus hadn’t been on the woman at all. It was on the surroundings about him, eyes narrowed as if desperate to seek something that eluded him made the hairs on the zombie’s neck rise. He was edgy and for a werewolf that was not just for any good reason, something likely caught Eric’s radar on his animal sixth sense. Each time Eric dashed his head over his shoulder Joseph’s pace nearly jumped into a dash to clear the distance between.
Unlike the creature in front of him, Joseph had no sense of great smell, barely able to tell the difference anymore between sulfur and rotten eggs like in his youth. His sight was unaffected by age yet the change in light made it hard to tell the difference between shapes and shadows, even his sense of taste was dulled that anything lacked flavor. So it was possible Eric could be sensing something Joseph had missed. When the teeth came out only concreted the man’s suspicious nature that something unsavory was happening, his hand leaving the vile in his pocket while he narrowed eyes to where Eric’s lead, the building they left. Like a dog unnerved by the situation Eric bore his teeth at the threat source then kicked Joseph’s own anxiety into second gear.
The wrinkling of his nose spoke of his attempt to sniff the air, reaching for molecules that likely told him a story yet nothing seemed to smooth over that aggression. Instead it seemed only enhanced. If looked could have killed the building would have been ashes and the anxiety reason of Eric would have been history. Neck hairs erected, dancing up to meet the air as eyes rapidly darted about seeking the source. The coroner tried to make sure he wasn’t followed, twisting about the block and doubling over his paths before so why did it seem like eyes were staring in him?
He forgotten about the woman for the moment, paying more mind to the watch dog then anything while his other hand was slipped into his trench coat seeking the smooth rectangle shape. Pushing a thumb between the crack of the closed case he flipped it open just enough to allow excess to the buttons, feeling the smooth dials lighting up the inside of his pocket dimly. It casted a pale green glow which contrasted in the hollow dark even against the yellow of the pocket folder. He stopped dead in his tracks about reaching Eric ever as the woman loomed with a disgruntled look, the atmosphere seemed to shift abruptly to something drenched in a memory of long ago.
It wasn’t Eric’s doing, the zombie knew this, as his eyes shifted to her. It had to be but how? She appeared human, his eyes studying her shape as if groping for something off. Any shimmer of light for the illusion, a shift in her form, or anything other than what was presented to him as to clue him on her species. Nothing, making him now worse off with the looming of his mind twisting to distrust of both her and Eric’s own judgment in being this woman along. He wasn’t about to ponder on it long. First whatever made the wolf jittery was top on his list to do, second was the woman and finally delivering the information before deciding on when or if he was going to send a bullet between Eric’s eyes in the future.
The woman seemed to not want a part of this as she turned to walk away, her anger too great to realize the danger or things she was tied up in as against the coroner’s better judgment his hand came out to grip her upper her arm. With Eric too focused else where it was best to keep together for Joseph had a feeling Eric knew more about what he was sensing then the coroner himself. Great, he inwardly spat, a wolf with luggage. His wrinkled eyes darkened and hardened to the idea of it while he turned to face her.
“Best to stay here,” His words were cold as a spark flickered though their locked gaze.
She was pissed that much was undeniable at Joseph before Eric’s voice broke the spell, making him release her and look in the man’s direction. Seemed things had become much more complex and he was too damn old for this shit. He only hoped this was ghost chasing, imaginations of a turning were but seeing or sensing things had not be mentioned as one of the side effects. It explained the reason he was extremely bothered.
Joseph snapped at Eric’s question, already twisting his body to move with Eric’s lead,” Lead the way and I was about to ask you the same question. Been sitting for hours waiting on your sorry ass so if I was being followed, I would have felt eyes on me long before now.”
He wasn’t going to ask for details, truthfully he didn’t want them. This wasn’t his concern and if Eric dragged him into this, he would regret it. Deeper into the park they went with trees slightly covering their forms from the street surrounding the park, Eric, Joseph and a trailing Chance found themselves stopping by a park bench where Eric gestured for the coroner to sit. He shook his head before twisting Chance to take a seat, he wanted to be standing should there be a greater need to fight. It didn’t help he wanted to be sure he was able to be quicker than her in reacting if she decided to run. It wouldn’t have surprised him if she did.
“I rather stand and make this quick as possible. Here…,” Plopping the paper work down on the bench’s hard surface beside a disgruntled Chance, folding his hands once more into the pockets while facing Eric making his words pretty damn clear,” that’s all you need to know for your…condition to most of similar afflictions like you. I talked to the Brooklyn alpha, Horus, his number and mine are in the folder should you need any information. There’s no recorder of what happened in that morgue, ever and now Horus’s interest is perked at learning you of what you are becoming. I can try to keep him off your back for as long as I can, but only from the pack side.
By the way, Eric whatever shit storm is coming… I want no part of from your end;” Pausing only to add his experience,” I have lived a few life times over to know the signs of it. If this affects me, I will bury you six feet deep with a steel rod skewed up your ass. My advice, if she’s the one mentioned, I would drop her and deal with your own shit first before hers or you will be knee deep in it.”
The coroner turned and started to slow walk, his feet shuffling away to leave the two alone. Feeling the woman’s eyes buried into him all the way out of the park. It didn’t help his instincts were tugging at him to walk away now, any discuss here was free from prying ears and something told him he could press for more information in a place surrounded by walls. Just a few steps before vanishing, he stopped and said his last words.
“I will ask about her later Eric, this not the place or the time. My address is in the folder as well, just burn that part after you have it in your head. I don’t want company, either from Horus or anything else,” his voice grumped before the older man seemed to take off with clicking heels and vanish like the wind.
Chance
Chance’s anger over rid her ability to sense his discomfort, their bond still in the early stages it barely time to bloom. Her arm hurt and painful memories flooded back, ones she didn’t want to relive. Ones she tried to forget that lead her to trouble from the murder of her father to being put in jail for selling drugs as a minor, an easier way to support her seemingly more home trapped brother until she discovered differently. His display only encouraged her fury to boil over while she tried to retain a lead of control. Lost in the moment she barely registered the other man walking up until the feeling of his eyes roaming over her body sent tingles over her neck, a shiver of discomfort.
She knew this feeling all too well. Both in the good sense and bad, though the bad lingered there stronger leaving her wary only to have it burned by her anger. It didn’t take long from her head to snap at Joseph with a metal shot of her own, what are you looking at? The coroner’s face had twisted up soon enough, affected by her bubble of raw emotion, making Chance realize it wasn’t idea to be here. Not in this state of mind she was currently in. Her nails dug into her palm as she took a single step back, her shoe tapped on the pavement before she was sudden stopped. A hand had lashed out once more to grip her upper arm making her steely greys sharp their vision on the old man, his voice seemed to crackle with age and stern orders for her to stay. Chance wanted to tell him to go to hell and leave her alone, she would do what she felt was right. She didn’t.
Instead her eyes shifted to Eric, her vain attempts to calm herself wasn’t cutting here and facing the source only made it harder. Her heart rushed her ears with blood while her body filled with heat, the high of her day turned to ash in a short time. His lips turned up into a blood curling snarl like some wild animal or….wolf. His features twisted for a moment. It wasn’t Eric she was staring at, those deep set red eyes and white canine jabbed at her vision. The small section still filled with the flaming rage never waivered as it drew energy from him instead, feeding like some creature independent trying to re infect her. Chance couldn’t understand what she was seeing to make him act like this. Part of it was fear she caused and the other strove to pretend it wasn’t, that it a different source altogether. Inside she knew it was her.
His words made her jump as the atmosphere crumbled at once. Chance hadn’t realized her breath was deep and labored, air rippled through her throat to escape. This starting to sound like an old mobster movie but it was real, she was wondering what she had gotten herself into with this one night stand. The moment Eric was looking she felt the coroner’s grip release with such speed it seemed he had let go of a hot pan. It then they moved, Joseph disgruntled and Eric more jittery then before. It made her think of her boss when a troublesome customer walked in. always ended up a mess when he left so with a grudge and worry, her shoes hit the grass following them deeper to a bench somewhere in the park.
It seemed like they knew each other as Joseph moved her around to sit, Chance jerking her ass down on the hard wooden bench. Pulling her knees close together and leaning her head down, she listened as Joseph spoke in a snappish tone at Eric with just as much anger as she was confused. A matter of life and death, the words were more shaking now than before in that room where their bodies explored each other. It seemed from day one her life had spiral down the drain in less than a day. First was the wolf and then this, what else was coming. She pulled her face up from looking to the ground, her back was leaned back against the bench while listening on the conversation.
Her eyes jerked up to meet Eric’s at mention of condition. Was he sick like Gage? Her eyes studied him closely seeking signs of illness or other ticks that gave something away, realizing his reaction back at the hotel might be connected. What disease made you snarl like a dog? She shook it off. None, it was ridiculous to think the two were connected yet she couldn’t shake the feeling. This was deeper then she wanted to and now she felt pulled to a situation Chance didn’t want to be. This was what came when she broke her rules. A mess, big one that seemed to suffocate and trap her.
What had she gotten herself in to n-
Her hand reached for her phone at once, the buzzing cut off abruptly as she pulled it up to her ear. Two guesses of whom it was and she only needed one. Gage. His voice came out loud to her making her feel guilty, worry and fear in his voice melted though the receiver. Her nails bite into her thigh while she leaned over, allow him his vent that quick enough switch over to request for his sister to come home. The day was mentally draining yet she couldn’t find her way around it. Chance’s voice was meek in her reply as she answered with a meek alright I will there when I can before she clicked the cell shut, her hand pushed together as she slipped it back into her pocket to face Eric.
“What’s going on Eric? I want the truth or so help me, I will pick up and walk home by myself,” her eyes were dark and tone dead serious in her attempt to face the danger she brought on herself,” Also don’t you ever grab me again…”
Last edited by Fallenreaper; 10-10-2012 at 11:11 PM.
It seemed that life have just turned interesting for Eric. Looked like he'd gotten more than he could chew. A couple of nights ago, it'd been normal. Just a simple life as any normal person would have lived. Now, he found himself to be at the peak of a roller coaster ride, in the brink of taking a plunge for one hell of a journey. One that perhaps he wasn't even prepared for. A drastic turn of event, totally on the wrong side of the coin and at the wrong end of the stick. His attention and his focus began to waver. The problems and the situation he's in seemed to escalate to a whole new level. His heart pounded and he felt so damn lonely. Eyes shifting from the old man's face to the young beauty that sat beside him before finally settling on the yellow package Joseph had just tossed. The information he'd received from the coroner flooded through his brain like a tsunami beating down onto city square, ever so sudden, so devastating and overwhelming. He was so damn confused.
Horus, a Brooklyn Alpha? Interested in learning of what I've become? A few lifetimes over... Shit storm coming and Joseph wanting no part in it..? Don't involve Chance? ...don't want company..
Chance's question and her threat then reached him before Eric could even register Joseph's leave. He held her gaze, his expression utterly lost. A slight trembling in his hand as he reached for the paperwork. Uncertain if it was a reaction from his adrenaline or just plain fear. Or maybe it was from both.
The truth or else she'll walk away... She'll walk... Don't grab her..
Eric blinked and then parted his lips to speak but there was no words formed. His voice was as if stuck in his dry throat. Yet no thirst nor hunger clamored at him, demanding them to be quenched. The man then shifted his center of focus to the ground, his free hand reaching into his pocket to retrieve a stick of cigarette before placing the box beside him, offering it to Chance. He lit it and hissed as he sucks in. It helped. It calmed him down.
What the fuck is going on? What is after me and who is spying on me.. How should I say these..? And just where the fuck should I begin?
The man started searching his own mind and then finally, he turned to face her; "Th.. th.. there's no recorder in that morgue.." he started. "Joseph, that old coroner... I visited him right after I'd sent you home.. I came over to look at the victim when something happened.." he dropped his chin as his hands worked at extracting the contents of what was handed to him. "It wasn't expected.. I barely escaped alive.." he then showed her the results in which he already knew. "I fought the damn thing we saw on that road.. It'd managed to get a huge bite of my arm.. And that's how I'm... I'm..." Eric couldn't say it. "I tried to tell you last night.. But the symptoms decided to kick in.. I didn't know what to do.. It wasn't my intention to endanger you but I've got to see if you're doing alright.. There was a warning.. Not from it but something else.. and I can't help but wonder if they'd gotten to you.." His head turned to check the surroundings. "..Everything is there.." he gestured to the paper. "..my evidence that I'm not creating this story up.. I.. and.. and I'm sorry for grabbing you like that... but my instincts tells me to get out of there quickly.. It felt like we were being followed.. So I did what I thought was best for us.. There was just no time to explain.." his gaze found hers once again after he took another lungful of tobacco. "I'm not sure what's happening either to be honest aside from what had happened to me lately.."
He then faced the front and slouched forward, elbows resting on his knees as his hand threaded through his hair with his head lowered. Troubled, afraid, lost and alone. He's turning into a werewolf, hunted by death hounds spat from the belly of hell, watched and followed by a mysterious presumably group; on top of being observed by an Alpha wolf according to a very sane zombie that function closely to a grumpy old man that don't seem to inhumane one bit. It was too much. Even for an agent of Eric's caliber, it was just too much. His head started to hurt as his worries began piling up.
What'll happen to me when I change? When exactly would I change?
The agonizing memory of his suffering on the first signs of being an infected started to creep up, entangling him slowly in it's web of fear. Shaking every piece of limbs on his body.
What'll she think of me, now? She's walking away... back to her brother... to her life... I.. I'll be a threat too... Soon..
Hunted, stalked and being watched over, Eric knew he'd better not involved anyone else in this shit he's in. It's best that he take a different path. A lone wolf path. He might cope better.
That's it.. I can do this... I can.. do this..
Repeatedly, the man told himself in a whisper. Still shivering, he remained in the posture, waiting to hear the package fall to the floor or back on the bench, waiting to hear the echo of Chance's footsteps as they parted ways.
Anxiety Chance had missed earlier wafted over, pinning her in place as she looked at Eric feeling a line of emotion that she couldn’t shake. The hardest thing that shook her was the fact she couldn’t tell if it was his or hers that troubling her most. It was like the two were so closely related that she couldn’t tell them apart. So much of this conversation confused her that Chance felt swept up in to a plot she didn’t like in the least, a danger to those she loved and her. Trouble she normally avoided. It all started with this damning gift of hers as she closed her eyes briefly, taking a deep breath in and then out, centering her emotions before opening them again.
This wasn’t happened to her, it just had to be fantasized or nightmare that she hadn’t woke up from. No…her common sense had to interfere. It wasn’t even close, the heavy stone in the pit of her stomach increased leaving it feeling like a heavy weight. Her head leaned over her hands in desperation while it felt like her head was swimming from the overload of information and no way of translating. She had this happen before back when that damnable wolf appeared as well in set times in her mind, there seemed some sense of being watched and another’s emotion. It was something that just pissed her off and made her ignore it until it went away.
Why did they have to leave the hotel room? Everything seemed to have fallen apart at the moment they walked outside, her urge to get back home and walk away was greater than before. An urge to just want to leave this mess behind and never look back. It was unlikely to solve the situation Chance inwardly puffed as she learned with the troubles that came with getting custody of Gage, running was something she couldn’t do. Not when it was likely to just haunt the rest of Gage’s and her life.
He looked at her with that sense of need, his body close that she couldn’t help but smell his heavy male musk that drifted to her. Images of that night flashed before her eyes reminding her how intimidate they were. Are, she corrected herself. Something was pulling her to want to draw closer to Eric, pull him in her arms to hide that look which pierced though her soul, driven into the center of her being. To protect him, and ease his trouble with God’s gift only to force her to stop, holding ground in her seat. Chance was sure it was deeper than that, her sex drive had dealt her a card and she felt like she played it far too soon. Jumped the gun. Now she was stuck with the resulting outcome, good and bad. His hand moved while her eyes watched its direction, mindful of the closeness while her own seat moved over to keep it from grazing her. She knew his reach’s drive wasn’t violent; Chance understood that sense of hate and rage all too well, feeling from her father and exes alike that she would have walked away the instance it appeared from him. This time it was something different.
A gut tearing feeling to see the trembling in his hand at the motion to react like a bot on automatic. Chance learned there was little good into trying to imagine what went through her mind, allowing her to try to sympathize because to her it was pointless since everyone was different, no one thought the same way so why try to understand what was impossible to? It didn’t mean she condemned them though just because they reacted differently.
Her attention was caught by his lips parting, about to speak only to seem to fall into silence and her patience was wearing thin. Chance wanted answers, some idea of what mess she seemed to be tossed in but he merely took out a cigarette box to place a stick in his mouth, turning to offer her one. She raised her eyebrow while her delicate hand pull up, declining the offer. There was a reason she ignored the first time he offered the smoke, changing the topic abruptly, and that stemmed from her previously procession charges as a teenager. A reason she was merely a seller and not a user. It put her off smoking completely, cigarette or alternatives. Her lips pursed deeply to his lack of answers fighting her urge to walk away that it was seen in her currently bouncing left leg.
Feeling like he wasn’t about to answer, Chance began to pull up right only to settle back down into the bench’s hard surface with the start of his words. Her finger on one hand brushed aside a single strand of her hair, clearing up her eye sight to see him better even as her body pulled to rest her back against the back of the bench. Crossing her arms about her chest she listened to the words, noticing the slowness and unsettling hesitation in them, his attention on her stone hard face. It gave nothing away, her mind taking in his words and moving only to take the contents from his outstretched hand and place it in her lap. Pulling her thighs together she took her fingers and flicked though the corners, rarely stopping only to lick her finger to save from paper cuts, with eyes roaming over each sentence that caught her eyes. the black words were plain as day but the things they spoke of was a different story.
Werewolves? Vampires? Zombies? What sort of shit was this, feeling suddenly emerged in a horror story that waltzed right in her life. It shouldn’t be hard to believe, her own ability to affect others emotions should have prepared her mind to the sight, forcing it to be more open minded. Sadly it wasn’t. Chance was already beginning to wish she was left blissfully ignorant to the situation, left in the dark about what seemed too had latched itself onto her life and now stalked in the shadows unknowingly. Some things were best left in the dark where they belonged sometimes.
“Fuck… so this wolf…it’s not really a wolf at all, but a werewolf?” Chance breathed, letting out a rush of frustrated air.
That was the first thing she floated to addressed, not the fact he grabbed her or that he was turning in one of these but the thing that nearly ran them off the road. Nearly took them out, completely. Her spine shivered to replay that sense of lust washing on her as the thing took off over head scrunching metal with the echoes of bullets ringing in her ears. Her eyes wide and body hunched low, protecting from the possibility of a stray shot embedding on her shoulder, strange and familiar leaving a dirty impression on her that Chance was unlikely to forget. Her fist was balled up thinking about it as she turned to him, his body sitting on the bench like a man defeated by the weight of the world.
“So what do we do now?” Chance hoped she wouldn’t regret her choice,” You’re becoming one of these thing, right? A werew- a wolf?”
Even saying it was damn hard to believe it was happening, though the truth was staring at her in the face, a part of her wanted to pretend it all a hocus. A prank that she just walk away from yet…Chance of all people knew better. It wasn’t going to escape that fact this thing, werewolf, was connected to her in some way she herself didn’t know or understand. That was the part that scared her worse, deeply and settling a black feeling Chance once believed she outgrown a long time ago.
“You know something…I’m really wishing we were still in that hotel room right now,” She looked at him shivering; the trembles drew her to slap the papers down was she leaned in to his spacing face. Her exposed forehead touched him. She closed her eyes, feeling like he wasn’t listening with eyes deep within himself, letting the colors appear in the mind’s eye as she took deep breaths. A wave on wave of calm slowly settled in her mind like a mist from the mountain over a valley letting calm him as she waited to feel the steady breath and emotions steady.
“First thing lets calm down and get me home…Gage is getting worried, then we will figured this out,” was all Chance could say, the idea of leaving him made a hole in her gut, just the idea and she could only guess what act itself might do.
There were the echoes of his own whispers within his skull, screaming at the top of whatever lungs it decided to draw from, onto his ears. A panicking plea somewhat desperate and chaotic. It was simply too loud. Almost louder than the beating of his own heart. Louder than each draw of breath. With adrenaline-filled blood rushing through his system -the natural reaction from his body as if he was in need of the boost and the extra oxygen to his brain- demanded that he solved the matter quickly. His surroundings became mere shadows then. Sounds going to the distant and the presence of another somehow vanished. Eric felt trap then, as if he was being isolated in a dark room and left by himself from the world beyond.
I can do this.. I can..
He assured himself as best as he could. Chance wasn't wrong. The man had truly shut himself off. He'd brought himself far into his own mess of a mind, retreated and backed himself off before the painful reality of her leaving him could affect him. The clustered information drifted and floated right by the lost figure that stood amid them. They bumped into him occasionally, transmitting the recently acquired information for him to linger and to ponder over. Despite it being a soft collision, the impact was somewhat rather heavy on Eric. There were times that he'd even thought he would've been electrocuted by them. He'd got to go through this nonetheless, Eric told himself. Through everything. Alone if need be, but;
Where shall I begin...
Then, something unexpected happened. It began as if from the peak of a forested mountain, where its rich with greenery and of life, so fresh and ever so soothing. That's where the soft blanket of a misty dew fell in waves after waves. So very cooling as it spread evenly to cover the landscape, all from the surprising warm touch. It brought forth about him a sense of serenity and of tranquility. His worries seemed to change into a liquid state, only to be absorbed by the sponge of the woman's seemingly simple gesture. He sniffed in deeply on the refreshing scent from the beauty. Calming himself as her lulling voice finally reached him. Eric blinked his eyes. He huffed from his nostrils and the tension from his shoulders slowly faded away. A sigh escaped his lips. He heard her. He understood her. And there was simply no words he could find to voice out an objection, if he had any to begin with.
Thank you..
Eric inwardly thanked Chance. His intentions conveyed through his eyes as he looked into hers. He wanted to touch her hands, wanted to kiss them, wanted to even hug her for staying. But he wasn't quite sure if he still have the right to do so. At least not after she'd known who he was or who might one day become. Eric hadn't paid much attention to her offer to realize that his presumption was wrong. Neither have he thought of the consequences if they were to take that course. What would Gage say? How would he react? Eric knew this was the question he needed to bring up. Yet he couldn't find it in him to say them. And the reason was obvious. Eric needed Chance. He needed her now more than he needed anything else.
Pulling his head back, Eric nodded before he took the files and stood. He offered Chance his hand then. As soon as she took it, he led themselves out of the Park. To his bike, that was his main focus. However, it was never just a focus. Naturally, there had never been a moment too long between glances where he would check his surroundings. As discreetly as it might have been and as expertly executed they were, one could certainly spot the signs if they knew just where to look. Besides, with a list of supernaturals on one's tail, it was merely a necessary precaution for Eric to take. Soon, the two of them were on the bike and were making their way back.
Chance had her eyes closed keeping her focus on him alone, letting the calm seep through her touch and even so she couldn’t help but note something strange. She wasn’t tired this time around, not like last time. Odd, she thought before casting a reasonable explanation: they finished making love, not once but twice in the seemingly short time they were together and that would have increased tolerance to her ability. She felt the waft of his inhale stealing her scent as she found herself smiling. Enjoying the fact Chance gave him peace, his mind likely closing in on itself like her own had done so many times in her childhood just to protect from the reality smacked into her by her father’s rough hands.
She felt his shoulders give away easily, their strength fell to relaxation allowing her ‘spell’ to take hold in a huff which faded into a sigh of relief. The sign he submitted to it. An impulse of excitement flutter through her, quick, brief and unexpected it rushed to her head like a strange drug she was told of by her customers. A long time ago, her teenage experience she ignored. Was from him? Or was her own emotion, the truth was hard to know while Chance opened her eyes to see his staring at her with a need that seemed all new.
Gratitude, the word dug into Chance making her fight the impulse to flinch.
He didn’t know part of it was her own selfish wants, a want not to deal with her world crashing down around her, the wolf, or her kid brother’s flaws, even the sex played a factor. It was merely her being selfish. A tug of guilt jerked at her as his want washed over her suddenly, burning her guilt that up like paper in a blaze. A want emerged…powerful and hungry crept to her and images flashed through her mind. Erotic and daze inducing, her flesh against his while they ran the length of each other leaving a desire for more that she was drawn only to feel his head pull back. The absence of his warmth seemed to make Chance feel a slight bit cold, forgotten almost as she lifted her eyes to see him nod his understanding, ignorant of the hurt that flickered on the inside which quickly enough passed into a heart warm smile.
His hand reached for the files, snatching them as he rose up. In her current mood, Chance couldn’t help a shameless glance at Eric’s ass bring a smirk at hoping for another at it bring her body to lean farther against the bench for a perfect view. Her eyes brow rose allowing her imagination to peel away the layers of clothing, giddy slightly at knowing the answer to her question of boxers or briefs. It felt like a wonderfully dirty secret she would hold close. It took a few moments, his body turned caused her to look up seeing him hold out his other hand not long after making her head shake at his gentlemen act before raising her own to take his and pulling her up. The path out of the park took much shorter than it did going in. Then again, she wasn’t lost or confused, dragging her into a secluded place. The motor cycle came into view like a metal stallion waiting to ride to again, loyal companion to the knight leading her way to it and every few times pulling his head to glance about, making her jittery enough to mimic through her finding skills were rusty. Her eyes didn’t spot a single thing but that didn’t eliminate the sensation of being watched, feeling a bit of anxiety creep up her spine.
For a moment, Chance paused looking through the trees and into the shadows that dappled with light. Something was out there. Her body moved automatically, unease shifting her to pull behind Eric and holding on tightly with her arms about his waist resting her hands on the inside of his well-toned thighs in her distraction. Just as soon as it came, the notion vanished. Gone as the bike roared to life, rumbling its vibrations through their bodies just as it pulled out forcing her hands to clasp about the front of his waist to stop her from flying the back.
Air whipped about the bike sending her hair fanning behind her, the visor of the helmet tinted her vision in their ride back. Her body pressed tighter, both scared and needy. She couldn’t help her nose sniffing in his scent from the back of his jacket taking in the heavy musk. It filled her lungs, settling in her memory while they rushed through the street drawing closer to her apartment. The building soon loomed over them like a giant, leering and powerful while Chance pulled off withdrawing her head from the helmet. Some the strands of hair caught in the interior as she felt its contours release her, coming away in her hands and place it on her hips cocking them in her dismount. Her shoes step a bit from the bike allowing Eric to do his thing. Her head turned to see the window of her floor, the curtain pulled away with likely Gage looking down to see her coming home before withdrawing back into the room.
Chance took a deep breath, calming her nerves. She left without a word and there was little doubt William hadn’t spilled the beans to Gage about her hitching a ride on the back of Eric’s bike. That for some reason bothered her, not heavily about what Gage’s reaction to Eric but more the fact of his gloomy mood to come. He wasn’t going to be pleased to hear she was screwing another guy so soon after discovering Nick dead, even worse was one she earlier claimed she wasn’t interesting in. He would think she was lying at the start.
Not to mention the werewolf problem. That would be harder to explain, even worse she was pretty sure he wouldn’t believe it in the least. Her empathy abilities were one thing, the fact a man could transform into a blood thirsty wolf like creature of the night was another and even now Chance was having a hard time letting it soak in as reality. Her mind didn’t want things like this to be real. Eyes darted back to Eric, likely pausing after killing the engine and glancing around the area. Once he turned to meet her eyes, Chance spoke in a mild tone and almost sounded pleading,” Ummm…Lets keep the were wolf thing a secret, shall we? I don’t think Gage would believe it even with my…unnaturalness. The choice is yours in the end, since it’s your…condition?”
Chance had hoped another word choice might lighten the gravity of the situation. It seemed to make it sound worse to her, even uttered from her own mouth really. There was no way to make what happened better and in the end, he was going to become similar to the other one that stalked her. How much would that chance him? Just when she getting to know him, would the changes be obvious or easy to miss?
She tensed with the questions barreling in her focus and waited for his answer that came in nod. The choice was up to him, she accepted that, as they tried to puzzle out what to do and her feet shifted across the pavement, not letting his answer show its effect on her surface for a time. Afterward though her hand passed him the helmet to free up her grip before her arm wrapped about his waist facing her then and the other pulled his face closer, tilting her head to kiss him deeply either to accept his answer or eliminate the dread of what was to come. Lips parted and she sampled the familiar, intoxicating taste of him which tugged at her hammering heart filling her ears with blood. It seemed to drive her common sense from her leaving a stumbling mind. Finally after what seemed like hours, mere moments though, Chance pulled back licking her lips like a she wolf savoring the remains of a delicious meal. Sweet, powerful and ecstatic.
Chance’s hand trailed from his waist and up his forearm, gripping the hand at the end before leading him up the stairs to her apartment. Each step seemed to weigh more than the last, gravity determined to stop her making her path feel like thick muck holding her in place. Higher and higher they went until reaching the fourth floor. Her teeth bit her lips, a nervous tick, scolding herself for letting herself to feel like she was the child instead of Gage, preparing to feel his anger that her free hand wrapped about the door handle making it click open. The hinds squeaked in the door’s protest to become wider, egged on by her own hand pressing it farther back until it hit the wall with a loud thump.
Chance jumped then to find Gage looking at her. His thin arms crossed over his chest, his bright blue eyes narrowed upon her. Every single muscle was tense and bearing down on his sister making her think of how their step father would hover over Gage’s lateness, his tightly fisted hands hidden under the muscle and hips cocked in a know all attitude working with that tick of strain tendons in his jawline. Chance’s heart still racing from the start, caught a glimpse of another person slumped over the meager couch behind Gage’s pissed form. Snoring long, waffling sleeping snorts that it made it clear who had crashed over night with her brother. William, she realized with flicker of a grin, his clothes unchanged from the day before only to look more crumpled and messy, to see him sprawl across the thin makeshift bed covered by a single blanket. One leg straightened from under the cover across the coffee table and over its edge, making it look limp while his arm touched the floor reminding her how low setting it was to the apartment floor. Her eyes returned to the person likely responsible for her therapist still being here and covered up, her brow raised in question. Wondering why. Gage merely casted it aside much to her annoyance, his young face brought up to see Eric behind his sister darkening his scowl that it seemed to heat the room before his voice seemed to growl. Chance had hoped letting his temper flare over the cell would leave him calm but it merely only made it worse, feeling his hate and anger pounding inside her head in such force Chance had to press her fingers to her temple. Massaging the pain away with circular motions.
“What the hell are you doing here? Get out, now! Don’t you ever fucking touch her again, you hear me…don’t you ever get near her again or so help me, cop or not, I’ll kill you. So help me,” It was clear Gage still believed in some connection of the bruises to Eric, his voice rattle the air with his dislike.
Then he moved forward to face Eric directly, shifted Chance behind him in a one arm shove unexpectedly rough like a shield between her and the ‘cop’. It made Chance flinch, her eyes light up like fireworks and Gage’s aggression, the match to spark it. No, he wasn’t going to put the blame on Eric not when it didn’t belong, mentally chide Chance while her eyes brimmed with anger. Her arm drew up and against her body, moved behind her brother as his feet took him forward standing past her now dangerously close to Eric’s body vainly failed to reach the taller man’s face that lingers several inches out of reach to stare eye to eye.
She had been swept up in Gage’s rage upon the touch making her snap as her hand shot out, taking the collar of his shirt to pull him back,” Will you FUCKING cut that shit out!”
His hand came out and slapped hers away in his turn, making her release his shirt that pulled to expose his navel,” The asshole hurt you, don’t you realize that? Those bruises, they weren’t there until yesterday so what the hell am I suppose to think? Nick was an ass and those are the only type you seemed attracted to, you let your lust do the damn thinking. I’m tired of it and you need to worry about someone other than yourself Chancy! Not run to another Nick!“
Chance’s chest heaved, her eyes narrowed and seeing red. Her body pulled closer, making him stare her in the eyes while she still felt the sting of the slap flood through her hands before snarling at like a bear over a mouse,” You’re not our Father! You ever slap my hand again, I swear to god Gage, I will waltz right out that door and never come back! You know you can’t follow and you’re SCREWED, YOU HEAR ME, SCREWED!”
“FINE! LEAVE AND BE A WHOR-“ Gage’s voice was stopped at once by another.
“ENOUGH!”
Willian’s gruff voice, tired and cranky erupted into the middle of the escalating fight. His form was standing upright, hand brace against the armrest while finding his balance before taking a step forward towards the quarreling pair. His green eyes held bags under them, his expression exhausted as he drew closer quickly placing himself between the siblings. One arm wrapped about Chance’s waist pulling her around allowing him through to face Gage, the teen’s face red and scrunched up failed to have the desire effect of intimidation on his older sister or the man that now took her place. Chance’s body turned away, huffing slightly in deep breaths that never seem to flood her lungs completely in fresh air, head hazy with both hers and her brother’s emotions while William placed one hand over her narrow shoulder yet addressed her brother.
“Gage, go cool off. Order us some takeout or something, it’s my treat,” The therapist’s eyes bored into Gage, making the mousy kid’s shoulders fall as his eyes hardened. It was clear Gage wasn’t the type to give so easily, his mouth opened to object before another sharp command came from William’s lips, cutting the words off adding orders to Chance as well,” Now…just go. Chance, breath and let it waft off. It’s not your anger…breath and cool down, both of you.”
“Fine,” Gage’s foot hit the floor hard, making stomping echoes down the hall as he made his way into his room slamming the door behind him.
Thump!
Both William and Chance winched at the loud sound, vibrating off the apartment before it died slowly. Feeling that the drama was finally over, Chance’s jaws were set tightly struggling to let her brother’s rage exit in long inhales, each one not killing the emotion quick enough. Her feet moved and her hands pulled around her protesting stomach that growled weakly, still hungry from her skipping breakfast. Finally it was too much that she walked towards the couch, William’s focus watched her go before he turned to Eric sizing him up and extended his hand outwards to encourage a friendly gesture.
“Hello, you must be Eric. I’m William Oliver. Nice to meet you, please excuse Gage’s behavior. He’s been worried about Chance- honestly we both have. So have you two eaten? Pearl Dragon Palace has some great Chinese take-out if you are interested? Then we can talk about a few things,” William’s eyes darted over to Chance, noting her hunched form and making it clear what he wanted to talk about.
Last edited by Fallenreaper; 12-04-2012 at 12:12 AM.
The roar from the engine of his steel horse died down as Eric turned the ignition-key off. He kicked the stand to hold his Harley upright, then he leaned slightly away from the bike before glancing to the side mirrors and lingered his gaze towards the alleys. After a moment, he turned to face Chance, holding those pair of eyes as she made a reasonable request. Such a thing was indeed unwise to be spoken of. Not to unwilling ears whose heart beats only for the love of a sister and the hate for an outsider. Eric have witnessed and discovered these facts even though the earlier meeting he had with the brother was brief. Even so, should the matter be reversed where he's accepted or approved, it was still a subject best not be brought up. So he nodded in response before getting off his bike. He reached for the proffered helmet from her hand and settled it on the seat.
He felt her touch on his waist then, gesturing for him to turn and face her once more. He did so without resistance. A wave of her intention washed over him as she reached for his face, pulling him closer so she could find his lips. Eric made no effort to push her away. In fact, he was pleased that she'd done so. He'd silently questioned about where they now stood and she'd answered him with a gesture. Simple as it may seemed but it carried deep meanings. His heart leapt and his eyes shut as he devoured her juicy lips. Deeper he kissed her, savoring each passing moments as opportunity presented itself for him to. His nostrils flared and his head throbbed as restrained desires clamored to be once more be fulfilled. A hand rested on her hip while the other reached up and hooked around her neck, pulling her towards him so he could apply a much greater force to the kiss. His senses seemed to have heightened then. Or was it his desires that'd elevated, gratitude to her supernatural abilities. Pulling back, he force opened his heavy lids and caught her tongue darting out to wet her lips. They glistened as she moistened them, making them appear ever more appetizing.
Eric then followed her up the stairs to her apartment, led by the gentle touch of her hand within his. All of a sudden, he felt nervous. Each step he climbed was a burden to his heart. He knew not the reason why but he assumed the feeling wasn't his own. Eric stared to the back of the woman in front of him, wondering what she was thinking. But he decided not to press the matter by asking. Delaying the confrontation would only worsen the matter. They'd to see this through. The best he could do was be there for her just as she had for him.
The door then creaked opened and Eric paused in his tracks by the doorway, his steps halted by the shouts from the disapproving brother. His gaze found the boy's as his hands rested against the walls, stopping himself from barging in and succumb to the urge of silencing Gage with a tight slap across the face. No! It wasn't his place to commit such an act in return for her kindness. It was an impulse based on his current emotions. He could still tolerate this. Gage's words were after all directed at him. So he held his ground, for Chance's sake. Willingly allowing the boy to accuse him for crimes he had no hand in. Surprisingly calm, he stared back. His demeanor seemingly unaffected by the aggression made by Gage.
However, things started to turn complicated. And it all happened when the anger and harsh words of the boy found Chance as she came to Eric's defense. This, he could not tolerate. The boy deserved to be thought a lesson on how to behave around the one older than he, around the one that'd brought food to the table, around the one who'd pulled him and pressed his head to the bosoms in times where his body was struck with fits and trembles. Yet he couldn't bring himself to. No matter how right he would be and no matter how much he wanted to show to the woman that he's there, he couldn't. His ears then caught a crumbling sound coming from the floor right next to him. Eric turned his head and saw a few crumbles from the wall. He glanced higher to find his fingers effortlessly digging into the surface by the doors. He blinked in disbelieve and calmed the rage from within. A task made easier by an interruption made from another man inside the apartment.
Eric swallowed and dropped his hands to his side. His anger turned to fear. Such strength would surely bring great harm not only to the enemies but also to those he might hold dear. He wouldn't forgive himself for hurting those he valued. The sound of a slammed door managed to divert his attention from his worry and onto the scene before him, looking at the back of the retreating woman whom he was sure was going through difficult times as well as that of a man who'd sent the brother off. With the therapist's kind gesture of friendship, Eric finally stepped into the apartment, took the proffered hand and gave it a firm handshake.
"Yes, I'm Eric Cosswell. Nice to meet you too, William. Don't worry about it. Who can blame the boy for being so protective over the sister he so loves. I'm sorry for causing you two to worry about her though. And yes, we can do with some meals. Chinese take-out would be fine." Eric's eyes then followed William's gaze before he nodded. "Sure.." said Eric before he followed the man's lead, probably out of Chance's reaching ears.
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