Lillith’s Creation

[Katelyn]

Greenland, 1945, September

“There has to be something in these journals. There are at least two hundred of them here…” Elizabeth blew out harshly trying to propel the strand of chocolate brown hair that taunted her forehead and tickled her cheeks. Her fingers slowly moved across the dark crimson cover of the next journal, dust collecting along her fingertips. She brought her hand to her mouth and blew the dead skin and dirt into the air, leaning back in her chair as the effects of her efforts revealed that this next journal was from the summer of 1930.

She remembered so clearly seeing her father pace in front of her brother, Henri and herself as he told the wild tales of great wolves that stood on two feet and reached to upwards of nine feet tall, their arms as big as his thighs and teeth as long as the tusk of the great wildebeest of the ice age. He never used notes or books or journals when he spoke, but kept his eyes trained on the floor or wall just in front of him as he moved – back and forth – back and forth. She wondered each night after the tales were spun if there wasn’t some validity in them.

There must’ve been because he spoke of the events as if he were there and witnessed them, his energy and passion for each story spilling through the fluctuations of his deep voice and singing of adventure like none had ever conquered. Her brother Marcus believed every word their father breathed and couldn’t be tainted at all where the man was concern. Reason would tell any logically minded person that these stories were just that – an old man with a knack for spinning a great adventure, but Marcus believed them through and through.

When he was old enough, he packed his things and set out with his father on one of his epic adventures, Elizabeth staying home to pack for college and get on with as normal of a life as she could. If these night walkers were real, or the beast that were said to exist to keep the demons in check, then why wasn’t there physical proof of them? Why wasn’t there a werewolf skin hanging from her wall? A pair of vampire teeth on a wire necklace that she could reach down and feel.

“Oh that’s right,” she whispered, “because they don’t exist. Don’t get lost in this, Liz.” She stood up and let her thought float away as the afternoon sun began to set, the crimson and burnt orange hues of its dismissal pouring through the tinted window of her father’s office, which was located in the upper corner of the third story in their house. She shivered as she reached for her coat, her day spent waiting on Henri to arrive and helped her look one more time for clues to the disappearance of her father and brother.

She was tired of wondering and felt as though she’d subconsciously put a block on her life moving forward until this question was answered. Two master hunters didn’t just walk into the woods one day and never come out without a trace. And yet – that’s exactly what happened. So many possibilities plagued her senses over the years and she dismissed each with sarcastic rebuttal as to why that couldn’t be possible. She moved to look out of the small darkened window, a car pulling up the long drive to her childhood home. She turned and rushed down the stairs, hoping it would be Henri.

It’d been far too long since she’d seen him and the butterflies in her stomach alerted her to the fact that she was more than a little excited about it.

[NikoSmith]

The dreams of his childhood were merely that, dreams. As much as he tried to fulfill the fantasy that his childhood friends father tried to make him believe he came down to the conclusion that all this was merely make belief. His hands gripped the steering wheel as each finger wrapped around the steel wheel of the red Chevrolet. His foot pressing against the acceleration, wishing that this drive would end sooner than it had taken to begin. He had wasted years of his life searching for the beings that were magically glorified and stuffed down his throat. For months he pondered on how the legends he had come close to were merely tales to keep children in line, or fables of embellished accounts. He rubbed through his black greased back hair as his serenely igneous eyes focused on the road ahead of him. The mountains were the perfect reflection in comparison to his olive green eyes. The winding roads enough to cause dizziness and hills that hid a world behind its green pastures.

He didn't know he would be coming back to Greenland anytime soon. He had left for a reason and much was for his own benefit in growth. He had left his childhood, the friends that had wanted to go on countless adventures together. Marcus was the one who truly believed in the lies, the lies that were beautifully tragic and horrific. And he dragged Henri along for the ride, because even though they weren't blood brothers, they felt like they had a bond nothing could break. And if Marcus wanted to dive into his father's dreams then Henri would fall with him. And this is how Henri began his journey. Aside from the fact that Marcus' father had vanished...another reason for him to leave this world.

But now he was headed towards the one lead that could prove his doubt wrong, prove that all his searching wasn't in vain. Elizabeth, his dear friend, he hadn't seen in forever had contacted him. Maybe she had found something, she probably had grown up into a fine young woman, probably as beautiful as she was when she was younger. A smile graced his face as the thought of her tormented him. He had let those feelings go, it wasn't right. His family was her family, she was like a sister. He sped up, continuing up the path to the house of old that housed his memories of a world he had fallen in love with.

At least he could bring some kind of new information to the table about the myths of the creatures her father talked about. He had learned a lot when he traveled to Egypt and Iran and various parts of Eastern Europe, but still he found no evidence of actual life. But enough of mind tackling topics, the house was here. The house that had lost it's homely figure because of the past that had scarred it. As he pulled up towards the colonial style house, he stopped abruptly, trying to imagine a place that would better suit the two of them. The tension between them was probably going to be enough to create it's own fragrance.

He stepped out of the car, revealing his wrinkled dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up revealing his prominent forearms and the top three buttons undone, revealing his brazen wolf hair chest. He had the classiness of a business man and the presence of a local street thug. He knew what he was doing every time he wore his clothes the way he did, but he never focused on his looks...he was all about his smarts...which he thrusted into the minds of anyone daring to face him.

Grabbing his jacket out of the car, he walked to the door, inhaled deeply as his fingers trailed on the door. Even the house felt the same, since he was last here. His broad knuckles slammed against the door, his heart racing as his mind thought of numerous scenarios regarding sweat, tears and sexual musk.

[Katelyn]

Bismark, Germany, 1945, September

The snow fell all around her as she walked silently through the sleep town's narrow little street, its beauty avoiding her as she brushed through it as if walking through a curtain of sorts. The cold had no bearing on her, her skin like icy to the touch on a warm summers day - death licking at her very bones. Jasmine's deep violent eyes moved from house to house, looking for signs of life, but there seemed to be none that would register within her preditorial senses. The smell of death wafted toward her and she flinched but only slightly. Illness had moved through this historical town and what it hadn't disposed of, something else had.

A vampire.

It had been ages since she'd crossed paths with another of her kind, her life a lonely one and seemingly endless. She played with fire and danced at the door of hell every chance she got just for the momentary bliss of perhaps feeling something - anything. She'd had lovers a plenty over the years, moving from town to town until people started to take notice that her beauty refused to fade or to the point of seeing too many deaths piling up at the footsteps of their homes and businesses.

She stopped in the middle of the street, the pale florescent light above her head trying to give off a sense of security as she closed her eyes, her full blood-red mouth illuminated with the tilt of her head. She breathed in ever so deeply, smelling and tasting for a scent she recognized. The taste of him on her tongue brought back slight nostalgia, but no real resonance of who he might be. He was somehow a part of her existence, but she knew him not. A smile touched her lips at the thought of a fight tonight. She was hungry and rather vicious, so rolling around in the snow with a formidable opponent always seemed like a great way to blow off some steam.

She opened her eyes and moved further into the town, the powder-covered building rising up two stories and disappearing into the night. Something shifted behind her and she spun effortlessly, crouching and gaining her footing for an attack. A laugh bubbled from her lips as the shadows moved just a few feet from her, a long life giving her no sense of self-preservation. She clicked her tongue against her teeth and slightly nibble at her lip in anticipation.

"Come, come, now love... is that anyway to treat an old friend? Drinking all the wine, eating all the food and leaving without a word of endearment of any sort. I'd say... bad form for sure." She smiled and licked at her lip where her sharp canine-like tooth cut into her. "Bad form, indeed."

[NikoSmith]

The darkness had swept in with him as he had made his mark on the dainty town. The chill biting air crept along his beautifully lifeless skin as his eyes granted endless nightmares to those that had wished to approach him. Even in his mercy he was selfish, only granting them a wish that he could fulfill right then and there. Most of the time it was men who wanted to see their families, and he would carry them to the window before he let them die of blood loss or they would be saved and live to tell the tale of the debonair that attacked him in the night and gave him the kiss of death. But that was Ari, a softy truly on the inside.

But his softness brought him trouble, and he could smell it even now. The one he had left to continue his life was near. He could never lose his child, even if she was a pitiful wench who wanted nothing but to be with him again. But then again, he hadn't seen in her over a thousand years. But like most vampires they give into their darkness, the demon growing within them always consumed the light of their soul as God turned away from them. Ari knew this personally, even when he tried his best to fight the creature he was, he knew it was now his nature. No longer would he follow the God that wanted life, he had to follow the will of the malevolent spirit brewing within him that was casted down by the great defiler herself. Ari didn't know what to expect, he didn't even know where she was but she was close.

His shadow was nested in the growing darkness of an alley between houses, undetectable by human eyes, only those that could sense the presence of a being so bastardized. As a woman passed him, his eyes stalking her as his skin crawled with the tingle of satisfaction...but truly seeded in regret. There were beautiful times with her, as she begged for her release, as she wished he would stop violating the petals that bloomed from her succulent flower. But as Ari was, a selfish man.

She stood under the light, emitting waves of her untouched beauty, the old beauty of the ancient world. Pure unlike the chosen people of today. Pure like the snow as it fell from the darkened sky and just as graceful as the wind that crept into these snow covered homes. The lights were dim here, and with Ari's age he could have easily taken this town for his own with storms powerful enough to wake the dead. But she was just as powerful, not being that much younger than him. But she had moved on...already taunting him to take her, force her to submit as she usually would. She wanted him, he wanted her to penetrate her one last time, for old times sake.

He darted from the darkness, passing her like a snake, but creepily sniffed her quickly, catching the scent of the fresh blood among her. He could sense everything about her, he just needed a taste to know who she was. But she caught on rather quickly, already defensive, ready to take him on like she was a wolf against the poachers. Her voice traveled to him, the tone of the demon resonated within her, the loss of her humanity had vanished. What could have changed her? It certainly couldn't have been Ari, cause he did no wrong.

"My dear Jasmine, bold you are...following me. I thought you would wait for me like the saintly girl you were. Wrong I was. But you've found your way back to me." he stepped from the darkness, revealing himself in an all black suit, prim and pressed to perfection as his skin contrasted against it revealing the death that had taken him over, the delicious corruption that he was, "but you've kept yourself in impeccable form."

He looked at her provoked stance, ready to pounce, his lips pursed at the thought of what she tasted like now, on her multiple lips and the juices inside her.

[Katelyn]

Elizabeth squealed like a young school girl at the sight of him, his body defined and filled out, dark hair a mess as he moved toward her. She ran from the house and laughed as she plowed into him, wrapping him in a tight hug and breathing in deeply. He was a brother to her, a lover, a best friend and the one person in the world that caused deep remembrance of her brother and her father to swim precariously close to the surface of her mind's eye.

She kissed both of his cheeks, moving back just a little with a bright smile on her elated face. "Oh my God, Henri... you're gorgeous. I thought men got more aged and wrinkled, but you look divine." She walked around him, her eyes moving across his body as the thought of her first kiss, them laughing behind the tall oak in the back as her brother called for them. Henri was smooth then and apparently had only gotten more and more refined with him. She wanted to growl at him, but that seemed almost too much, so she stopped herself, but the smile on her face said enough for him to know that she was beyond thrilled that he stood before her.

She moved back in front of him and slid her arms around his waist, laying her head against his chest and pressing herself to him. "I've missed you so very much." She looked up at him, her long locks of silky hair falling down her back as she searched his gave for similar feelings toward her. "I miss them both so much and seeing you..."

Her facade broke a little as her large eyes filled with warm tears that waited patiently to spill over. She sniffled and moved back, taking his hand in hers and walking toward the house. She absently rubbed at his thumb with her thumb, her other hand wiping away a few random tears. "Mother died a few years back, so we have the house to ourselves. I do hope you plan on staying with me over the next few weeks so we can look through everything - analyze it all one more time."

She stopped at the door, turning to look back at him with a sad smile on her lovely full mouth. "I just need rest from this and I believe the only way to get it is to try one more time to prove that what they were after exists. If it doesn't and we don't find proof, then I can start to move on with my life and you can to. Won't you join me, Henri?" She bit at her lip as her eyes moved across the handsome planes of his strong face, unsure if she could handle the possibility of rejection from him.

[NikoSmith]

His first reaction at the squeal was to punch her in the face, but his training quickly subdued him. And he couldn't hurt the fairy that had whisked him away to an enchanted world so many years ago. She had not changed, the black beauty she was had remained within her only had become a beacon of luxurious fatality. She looked rough, the good kind of rough that made it known she was truly beautiful without the means of the enhancements that society tried to push women into partaking in. The first assault of affection created a warmth within his chest as the pressure between them built within her arms. He embraced her back, feeling the heavenly glow within her. He couldn't say that he wasn't happy about this hug, but he knew this hug was only a friendly gesture. But hope had flown through Henri's smile as he looked down at her frazzled hair. The roses sprung from his cheeks as the tender kisses had brought them to flourition. Should he kiss back? He wanted to, in such a way that would show he had come for more than just words.

She complimented him on his aging, the adonis he had stunningly become. "Well the award of beauty should be handed to you, my dear." He see the excitement in her face, clearly longing to see him one last time and he couldn't help but feel the same. His blushing was apparent, sadly that was an urge he couldn't control. He held her close as if they were dancing to the music that had stemmed from their imagination of French love. He sure did remember that lovely kiss long ago when they were silly kids who knew nothing about what a kiss could lead to, but now all grown up it came to be that there had to be a spark within them. But she had just lost everything...he was her family now and it wouldn't be right for him to take advantage of the emotions of the girl he wanted.

"I'm here for us, you know you are like my lil sis" the words were hard enough to rip his lips apart as he forcefully pushed out "I'm here for you now more than ever. I wish I could have been sooner, but my own journeys had me believing in the fairy tales that were your fathers experiences." he quickly walked inside, seeing the house hadn't changed...boy did he miss the days of adventures of the three of them...this used to be a full house of love and now sadness permeated throughout the halls and crept down the stares.

The offer for him to stay was enough to make his words halt in his throat, the chance to live with her was enough to make the blood rush from both heads of his body. "Look babe, I'm here to help you...and I know for a fact we'll find something...something that's hidden within the words. So it would be an honor and a privilege." He wrapped him around her shoulders, nonchalant like he would with his brothers in the bar. "Now let's dive in!" as his sweet smile desired to penetrate the confines of her lust. He looked at her lips, yearning for one more kiss.

[NikoSmith]

Yakutsk, Russia; 1945, August

The rushing river stream was unmerciful to even the fish that tried to swim downstream, the sky half gloom and half morning glory as the dancing wind was enough to rustle the thick brush behind him. The stone trees that towered above was the home to the guardians of the night. But that entrance was only found by those with the acute smell to pick up the den of the savage protectors. The grass here had been untouched by society, the flowers along the river beds were bright white, darkness was thick during the moons arrival and it was even more ominous in the suns appearance. This was sanctuary to any beast that wanted to venture alone with their kind, no place for humans beings to roam without endangering in the hopes that they would find some kind of clue to their meek existence. Most who ventured into the woods had lost their way, never to exit from the bushes of the Dogs. Sadly to say this wasn't the best place to be anymore, the war had caused a lot of notoriety for the packs of the tundra and escape was hard for them. The Hunters of the Moon Worshipers were more prevalent advancing in their skills to capture the said beasts of old. But the creatures didn't know that the advancement would come so swiftly and hidden. But one pack knew of the dangers that would consume them if they didn't rid themselves of the group that followed.

Ali knelt at the edge of the river, His defined bone structure attracted the perfection of the light that cast down on him, making him model like even that of a Greek God worshipped by the sex crazed humans who would yearn for one night of his nightly touch, even wishing his wolf form would emerge in the heat of passion. He wore a heavy fur coat fit for that of a Prime Minister in Moscow, it was pure grade, white and black that of a wolf he had battled and won against. But he was constantly over heating, so no shirt was necessary as his chiseled body revealed the hours of countless miles ran and those pectorals that indeed proved his benching prowess. His suit pants had seen battle...it was clear that he had experience in this outback green world but it was perfect the way they fitted around his throbbing thighs and the exquisite rear that he enjoyed flexing with each step of his testosterone filled strut. But he wasn't as savagely poised as he usually would have been. His eyes were focused on the rushing water as the wind began to pick up more and more, drifting scents along his nostrils as if he had brought them to him. His eyes flashed with the glowing wolf inside him as his jaw clenched and eyes tightening at the scent of blood, wolf blood.

A blinding sound, piercing sight from behind flew towards him like an eagle striking a rat. He quickly turned around catching with ease, as he grounded his teeth together in the sadistic grin of overt dominance. But the searing pain attacked his bare palm as he let go of the silver crafted arrow. His eyes widened as he tried looking for the marksmen. He knew they had to be in the brush and with enough skill to attack him from his own territory. His ears picked up on two more of the same sounds that almost creating a lulling affect on him. But he was able to hear the arrows coming towards him. His instinct quickly pushed him to the side as he took off into the forest, agility was that more than the average human, almost as if a track star had been released into the wild. Each instinctual lunge revealed his leg muscles, thighs of steel was more like it. He could hear the arrows again, one singed past his ear as it struck into a tree before him. He dodged each branch, running over logs as his hands touched the nature around him, reminding that he was one with the brush.

SMACK!

A large silver javelin slapped him in the face as he slammed down into his mother earth. His eyes quickly looked at the heavily clad man with black leathers, pistols, swords and whatever else it would take to take down a beast like Ali. And so the battle begun...

He jolted himself up with primal grace, quickly in his wrestling stance smirking with his orgasmic grin, ready to devour the soul of every competitor. He extended his javelin forward, almost piercing his heart, Ali quickly side stepped in towards the Hunter, quickly sending open hand thrust with his claws open as he exerted his kingly growl as lovingly ripping open his chest. The hunter fell to the ground, his rib cage having collapsed within itself. He stood tall, broad shoulders back with his Aramaic eyes looking towards the direction of the shooter of arrows. He heard the draw back as the arrow released, the ringing was incessant...his eyes rolled as his limbs began to feel weak at whatever force was crawling into his ears. The arrow struck him in his right pectoral, crippling him to the ground, he fell to his knees, he quickly looked up finding himself being surrounding by three hunters, one wielding a crossbow and the two others with pistols most likely equipped with silver bullets ready for the beast.

Ali was at his end, he didn't know if this was going to be his ending...the final moment on this earth. Did he feel pity? No... he wasn't the type to think about that, he was the ride of die kind of guy. His leering eyes were lit with passion, accepting the invitation of death and annihilation. He would protect his pack with his life, if that even met giving it today to the human fiends. "Come on!" his raspy accented voice growled out in menacing anguish. The crossbow quickly pointed towards him, the male hunter caring not about what his mission was to kill, as long as it was dead. But howling was emitting through the forest, the hunters quickly looking around in the dimly lit woods, feeling the presence of the unearthly terrestrial beings of paws.

From the trees two men instantly came down, striking down two of the hunters one with the pointed dart and one of the pistol wielders. The necks were easily removed of skin as their throats revealed the flowing of blood. But the last hunter pulled out two pistols, aiming at Ali's pack members. Who was going to die first? Three against however many there were in the forest. The arrow shooter was still out there and this pistol carrier was about to be ripped a new one. "Mikah...Sergei...you heard?" Ali stood up, trying to rip out the arrow in his chest, the silver leaking into his system.

"We must get that arrow out of you...before it reaches your heart..." Sergei's voice concerned in it's smooth Slavic accent.

"Yah...but what are we going to do about this one...His whole group is out here to kill us...and everyone else in our pack." Mikah's intense crystalline eyes devoured the hunters soul.

"I say we kill him now..." Sergei

"No we can't...he can lead us to the other hunters."

"Oh come the fuck on, Mikah...I gotta rip something apart!!"

Ali looked at both of them bicker, the classic brotherly pact between them was evident, they had known each other longer than they had known Ali but they were also the ones to want to submit to him. They were beautiful creatures, each one Russian in their appearance, one mixed and the other full bred, but both were wolves and keepers of the cause. They were down for almost anything Ali would propose...but they knew they had to follow the Alpha who ruled over all of them. Even though they didn't agree with the Alpha (Deric), they couldn't challenge someone so much older than them. "Where's Lindsay?"

The two looked back at him, shaking their head...Ali was hoping this huntress was okay...with other hunters out there on the loose it was only a matter of time before they found her too.

[Katelyn]

Elizabeth: Remembrance of a time now lost...


Elizabeth's chest warmed at the feel of his arm around her and wanting to snuggle further against him for comfort she'd yet to find since her brother's passing. The house was filled to the brim with journals and manuals from her father's hunting days, sketches galore. Trying to determine where to start was almost as much of a hassle as chopping wood with a butter knife. She moved from under his grasp and nodded to the handsome man in front of her, his preditorial gaze doing something to her that she was almost ashamed of.

Her cheeks colored a dusty rose coloration as she tucked her head and looked to the floor, memories of then they were children threatening to drown her as she stood proudly in front of him. She'd never let another boy taste of her lips or press himself to her in ways that were far more intimate than children should encounter. She'd never slept with anyone, though she believe Henri would've if she'd given into his advancements all those years ago, but her refusal wasn't the rejection he might have believed it to be then, but a hope that they could wait until marriage - a marriage that never occurred.

Time has a way of pulling people in directions that create ghosts where lifeblood once flowed, setting them on the path of it's choosing and not asking the participants of their desires. She knew all too well that speaking out loud her feelings then or now would leave her vulnerable and would be quite ignorant as she wasn't even sure of their placement anymore. The man in front of her was just that now... a man. Did she still yearn for him while they were away? Did she pine for his kiss and the greedy touch of his hands? Ahhhh... but those hands and lips were more calloused now, life having taken him on adventures that didn't contain the scent of her in their midst.

"Why don't you gather your belongings from your car and I'll help you get your stuff settled and then we'll catch up a bit over lunch. I was just pulling a ham from the oven. I'll make us some sandwiches and show you a few of papa's journals. I think our search for others like my father and brother - hunters as they would call themselves will start somewhere in Russia." She reached out and pressed her palm to his chest, her eyes moving to follow her own movements. "God I'm glad you're here..."


Jasmine: The offer...

She scoffed at his toying with her, the master vamps always ones for dramatic encounters. Her facade hid the flutter of anticipation that blossomed between her thighs, the animal in front of her calling to the deepest portions of her womanhood and beckoning them to allow pleasure like that she'd not experienced since in his arms last - so many years ago. It was an affront to nature not to move as he spoke and climb the humanistic body he presented, the demon he was locked so beautifully behind an angelic host of sorts. A smile touched her wicked mouth as her gaze rolled over him, the strength in his arms and legs not represented in the slightest by what stood before her.

"Saintly... that's one I've yet to hear in many many years. No.. my saintly days are over. My eternity is forbidden because of your lips, Sire." Her eyebrow lifted as she moved to stand up, her hand reaching behind her to press against the top of her curves, fingers digging in just a bit.

He was every woman's wet dream, his dark hair and olive skin, deep groves where his muscles pressed against the thinness of his attire though it were freezing out. But nothing compared to the depth of his gaze, so penetrating as if he were stripping away all you were and all you would be in an attempt to remind you that in actuality - you were nothing.. but his. She'd not beckon to him this time, but make a stand to bring his awareness full circle that she was almost as old as he and his time of dominion was over.

"I'm not here to play your games, Ari, but to gain from you the location of our elders. The wolf population has grown quite out of control and local officials from states to country wide are starting to ponder the existence of monsters only told of in story books. It will only be a short matter of time before the wolves are discovered and the hunters began to look for the illustrious bloodsuckers of the night. I've been commissioned by several older, wealthy individuals to ensure that doesn't occur."

Her movement were far to quick for the human eye, but almost in slow motion for him as she sauntered up to him and pressed her palm to his chest, her other hand touching his handsome face. "I do recall a time when seeing you would weaken my knees and yet now it only scrapes against my soul." She smiled unconsciously and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. "Help me and I'll disappear again... Don't and I'll kill you."

Lindsay: The edge of the world

"Why do you defy me, little sister... Is it not enough that I should bleed for you, for this pack?" His pressing against the front of her was almost emotionally uncomfortable, the tree behind her biting into her skin the only comfort she found to stay grounded in this reality.

She spit in his face as he growled deep in his chest, thrusting his crotch hard against her as her legs spread around his force. He pressed his nose to hers as he licked the spit from his lips, his eyes challenging her to do one more thing to give him the ability to make an example of her. Sister or not, he was done with her antics and sick of her reactions to his orders.

"Lindsay... this is the point where you would be so very wise, little girl, to stop acting out and gain a bit of respect for me. I'm your brother and the Alpha of this pack. If you think you can do things better then challenge me and I'll paint the ground with your blood. Otherwise, I suggest you go find something to do before I fuck every orifice of your body and defile you in ways the would embarrass the loosest of women and I do so in front of your mate." He nipped at her lip, tearing at the soft skin as blood ran down her chin, his only response was lapping it up with his warm tongue.

Her body responded to his, aching in so many places for the terror that he was and yet disgusted because he was blood and not her mate. She knew that to speak was to die in this situation. She held her tongue, instead using it to lick at his mouth to show him that she was done and in compliance with him, praying he would move back before Ali arrived from the hunting trip. This happened every time he was away as if her brother planned it perfectly.

He growled and rubbed himself against her, his hands moving to grip her taunt bottom, sucking at her lips until they were cleaned and then heaved himself back. He shuddered from need and growled at her, his appearance menacing, eyes warning of carnage like she'd never seen. The moon would be out before long and she'd change into an animal that would respect Deric without reprieve, but in her human form - she hated the bastard.

Turning and running as fast and as hard as she could, Lyndsay felt hot tears of frustration burn down her cheeks, her body screaming for the Alpha behind her as disgust and horror crept over her nerve endings, sending her mind into a frenzy of sorts. She would kill him... bath in his blood and hang his skull just above her dining room table. The speed in which her body propelled through the ether was enough to pull all oxygen from her lungs leaving her winded by the time she reached the waters edge.

She waited not, but flung herself off the end of the earth, gravity grabbing at her and pulling with mighty force as she plummeted toward the dark blue waters that lapped at the shore as if excited by her appearance. Her human form was perfect, fingers pointed down, straight line of bone and muscle locked into her dive, long golden strands of hair dancing in the wind behind her.

The shock of the icy water woke her up a bit and helped her to place Derik in perspective, where he belonged. She'd never tell Ali of their encounters because she was both embarrassed and ashamed. She loved her mate and would never put him in a position of having to choose between her and the leader of their pack - there would be no choice and she would be killed or left without protection.

Lungs screaming for air as she continued to push to the bottom of the dark grave, clarity painted its way across her senses. She needed to take Derik out, but wanted to be smart about it. Whoever stepped up to lead the pack next could be just as hanis as her brother, or he could be a strong, fierce, a good wolf that would treat all with respect and gleam the same in return.

That was the hope - her prayer.

She pulled at her small dress, releasing herself to nakedness in the water and pushing along the bottom to make her ascent, her mind becoming a bit dizzy from lack of oxygen. She broke the surface and gasped for air, appreciating life for but a moment in time as she looked up to see several of her brothers moving along the woods just beyond the banks of the ocean.

Swimming to the shore quickly, she pulled herself up, her naked body shimmering with duvets of water that raced from her athletic figure as her eyes met up with his.

"Ali," she whispered.