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Post by dakotademolay on Sept 3, 2009 19:03:50 GMT -5
Dakota entered the club, made her way up toward the bar and ordered an orange juice from the bar tender. As she waited for him to return with it she glanced around the room taking in the atmosphere of the club. It slowly began to dawn on Dakota that the place was mostly filled with men, she was often use to there being a larger ration of men to women in the bars she’s been too but this seem to have even more so and the few woman she saw wondering around seem to predominately be waitresses. The girl from the morgue had worked here and so had at least one other victim that Dakota had discovered during her research into what she suspected were vampire killings.
The bar tender returned with her drink and Dakota paid him before taking a sip. Glancing further down the bar she saw a man staring at her then turn and nudge his friend before whispering something, the second guy then looked at her before both of them chuckled about what ever was said. Puzzled Dakota glanced over her attire to see what was wrong but everything seem to be in place, no stains or rips her bike leathers were clean and tidy and her hair was tied in a safe plat that hung down her back, so why were people laughing at her.
Before Dakota had a chance to enquire, music filled the room and everyone’s attention was called to the stage, she took a quick sip of her OJ and then glanced up to see the show. A young woman came out and proceed to………Dakota nearly choked on her orange juice, the place was a freakin’ strip club!! Man she was going to have to be more thorough on her research in future, no wonder the place was low on female clientele and the guys were laughing at her. She suddenly got the feeling that this little info gathering expedition was going to be a lot harder than expected.
She quickly turned her back to the stage and downed the rest of her orange juice before ordering another. Damn, she had nearly asked Michelle to join her tonight thank god she hadn’t. Dakota had ended up staying in the hotel Michelle had recommended the night they had met and the two had made friends, Dakota enjoyed Michelle’s company but hadn’t ended up inviting her tonight, not wanting her new friend to get involved in her crazy and dangerous world of hunting.
When the bar tender came over with her refill, Dakota tried to bring up conversation about the two murdered staff members but the bar tender brushed her off gruffly and after depositing her OJ on the bar in front of her, he proceeded to snatch up her money, then turned and swiftly left. Okay, so the staff might not be so forthcoming with information, some of the customers were bound to be regulars she could try them next but figured she would wait until the lady on stage had finished……her……what ever the hell it was she was doing, cause Dakota knew she wasn’t going to get anyone to want to talk while the entertainment was catching their undivided attention.
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Post by cale on Sept 3, 2009 22:30:06 GMT -5
From the opposite side of the bar, the keen hazel eye of a wolf scanned the place for any sign of trouble. Caleb had been working on the Wolf’s Den for a few days now, and as far as he could see it was a nice job. Sure the paycheck wasn’t all that great, but there were pretty girls on the stage and from time to time he got to kick some jerk’s ass out of the place, so it was entertaining.
He had a big debt of honor to pay to the man that ruled the place. The wolf wasn’t stupid, he knew Derek was keeping an eye on him to see if he wouldn’t fall back to his evil ways. Still he was grateful to been given the chance to prove he could be more than an animal. Sure there were time he wanted to rip off one head or another, but so far he was managing to keep his killer instinct in check.
His eyes caught the site of a brunette as she entered the place. She had the look of someone that could kick some ass, and as he continued to watch he smirked noticing she not only looked like the ass kicking sort, but had a nice hear as well. Sipping on the glass water on his hand, he settled it back on the counter. It wasn’t a beer, but there was a no drinking while on duty policy for the bouncers even though they were shifters able to hold on their liquor.
It certainly was a different life than the one he had before with the pack. Back then it was a ‘take whatever you want and kill anyone that stays in your way’ attitude. For one that never really felt like he belonged anywhere, it was like finally having a family. Off course, family’s doesn’t try to kill one of their members when one of them show any sign of decency left. But what he knew of family’s anyway?
The wolf always had only himself to depend on. Probably that was why Merrick had chosen him to bestow the curse upon. He was always the undisciplined and loner kind of guy that hardly anyone would miss. Caleb had proven to be more resistant than the pack leader had thought him to be, with help from Derek he had managed to survive their merciless attack and was keeping his savagery in check.
All the bouncers had been a little edgy recently, a couple of dancers had been killed, but Caleb like the others hadn’t been able to pick a trail that would reveal the killer. However was doing this was doing quite a good job of masking his scent if he or she could get that close without being picked up in a place filled with shifters.
Turning his eyes to the stage as the lyrics of Alice’s Cooper poison started to roll, the shifter smirked. His job surely beat being stuck in an office.
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Post by Michelle Owens on Sept 5, 2009 22:44:33 GMT -5
It was dark outside, stars and streetlamps the only sources of light. There was a building, only a quick glance. Not enough to get a good look.
Two men. Fists and feet flying. A woman with long dark hair in a single braid down her back. A third man... But they weren't men. They were dogs. No. Wolves.
And then there was a fourth wolf, joining late as the other three had at the woman. One of the wolves lunged at the late-comer while two others cornered the woman. The face was familiar as she fell to the ground.
The wolf that fought the others lay motionless on the ground as the other three gained on the woman, circling her and attacking, working together as a team to bring her down. One sunk its teeth into her arm, another bit into her neck.
A sign somewhere on or near the building read 'The Wolf's Den.' Michelle sat up in bed, drenched in a cold sweat, her eyes wide as she tried to make out her surroundings in the darkness of her motel room. She was breathing heavily and could already feel the priclking of a headache coming on. After a long moment, her heart had stopped pounding and she'd recognized her surroundings. Michelle swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat there for several seconds in a black tank top and a pair of gray panties, raking a hand through her sweat-laced hair. "Well, shit," she muttered. She'd had a vision. That much was obvious. But it was different than any of the others she'd ever had before. Usually her visions focused on events, not people. She'd see a building burning down or a bridge crumbling into the ocean, some sort of explosion. But she'd never see individual people. They were always fuzzy. But this had been very specific. It didn't focus on any large-scale disaster, but on a single person's battle. And, even more disturbing, it was not a stranger. It was someone she knew and had even begun to consider a friend. Dakota. Without turning on a light, Michelle fumbled her way across the room to the mini-bar and got two nippers of flavored vodka. She drank one down, cracked open the second one and drank half of it. The pain hit her like a brick to the head and she stumbled to the bathroom. The intense headaches accompanied by her visions sometimes made her nauseated. She slept on the tile floor of the bathroom and awoke late into the next day feeling like someone had hit her with a truck.
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Post by dakotademolay on Sept 6, 2009 6:21:33 GMT -5
The music finally came to an end and Dakota managed to make herself glance up to see the ‘dancers’ leaving the stage, my those girls must get awfully cold with so little on, she thought to herself. She finished up her orange juice and surveyed the crowd wondering where best to make her start. A couple of guys sat nearby at a small table, they seemed as good as anyone to start on, putting down her empty glass, Dakota rose from her seat and made her way over.
Taking a seat at the table, Dakota proceeded to introduce herself but before she had a chance to pull out the pictures of the two dead girls and begin her questions, one of the men came out with a question of his own that sent the color in Dakota’s cheeks into a deep blush and her quick temper to boiling point. Grabbing the man by his shirt with her right hand she pulled his face down level with the table, then quickly bringing up her left hand, she gripped his neck, released the grip her right had on his shirt and slammed his face, nose first into the table.
” I’m sure your mother didn’t teach you to speak to women like that. Now I think I deserve an apology don’t you?” Dakota was pissed and the tone in her voice showed every ounce of her anger as she pulled back slightly them slammed his face into the table for a second time.
The man quickly apologised and Dakota released him, giving an angry glare at his sniggering friend who felt silent the moment he caught her look. Dakota watched them carefully for a few seconds before pulling the photos from her inside her jacket and placing them on the table in front of the pair..
”Now gentleman, I was about to ask if either of you two are familiar with these young woman? Their names are Shannon Brooks and Tessa Jones and they were both dancers here at the club.” but much to Dakota’s dismay neither of them had seen the girls as this was their first visit to the Wolf’s Den, they were both Canadian tourists and this was their first night in New Orleans.
Dakota scooped up the pictures and rose from the table, cursing slightly under her breath. She then proceeded to work her way around the room showing the pictures and pumping the patrons for any information at all that she could get out them but it was very slim pickings. The place made her feel very uncomfortable and her temper was on a short fuse, this wasn’t going nearly as well as she had hoped.
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Post by cale on Sept 6, 2009 14:22:34 GMT -5
Once the dance was over, the wolf’s eyes came to rest upon the dark haired woman once again. There was something about her that had caught his attention and left him feeling edgy. It wasn’t common for single women to come in on the den, and by the look of her face as she gazed at the girls on the stage, she wasn’t there to ask for a job. Even that he would admit she had the figure for it.
Caleb watched as she moved to a nearby table and talked with the man sitting there. Only by seeing her features, he was able to tell the guy had mentioned something she wasn’t too happy with. A pleased grin showed on him as he watched her slam the guy’s head on the table, yes she definitively was the ass kicking type and it got his interest. Deciding to not make a move since he was sure the jerk deserved what he got, he remained in the background and watched as she pulled some pictures and showed then around. She acted a little like a cop would, but not quite. Cops usually restrained themselves from smacking people’s face to avoid being sued or having their faces on the media for police brutality...even if a jerk deserved it. Plus her clothes didn’t quite fit the profile. If he had to bet, he would say she might be a huntress since he couldn’t pick anything unusual in her scent.
And then she started to hassle the other patrons. As entertaining it had been to see her smack that guy’s face on the table, he was paid to make sure no one disturbed the club’s employees or the patrons. Walking up to the woman, Caleb unceremoniously grabbed her arm and pulled her away just as she was approaching the next customer. He didn’t quite know who or what she was after, but she was doing it the wrong way. Attract attention to herself and disturb the club was something that had forced him to step in.
“Ok lady, that’s enough. I get that you may be trying to find someone, but I can’t just leave you to hassle the costumers like that. The owner is not here right now, but if you want to leave a phone number and a name I can ask him to get in contact with you.”
Letting go of her arm, Caleb crossed his arms over his chest and watched her closely to know if she was going to give him any trouble.
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Post by dakotademolay on Sept 6, 2009 16:38:43 GMT -5
Dakota was about to approach another patron when someone suddenly grabbed her arm and hauled her away from her mission, her anger flared but when she turned to face the man, she was momentarily thrown as her gaze went down……to look into his face. She knew however not to judge an adversary by their size, it can be very misleading, still it was all that saved him from her right hook for the moment at least, so she just continued to glare.
“Ok lady, that’s enough. I get that you may be trying to find someone, but I can’t just leave you to hassle the costumers like that. The owner is not here right now, but if you want to leave a phone number and a name I can ask him to get in contact with you.”
When he released her she stood her ground and with hands on hips she fired angrily back at him.”I’m just looking for a little information, I haven’t hurt anyone except for that first moron but trust me, he needed a quick lesson in manners………..do you need one too? Dakota let out a breath and calmed down slightly, this guy obviously worked here and was just doing his job but so was she and hers involved hunting blood sucking vampires not baby sitting drunk patrons in a strip joint
.” Look I don’t have time to wait for some joker that won’t even bother to call. Trust me I’ve heard that crap before.”Dakota pulled the pictures of the two girls out of her jacked and shoved them in the bouncers face.” Tell me, you work here you must of known these two and I bet you’ve heard how brutal their murders were, so don’t you want to see the son of a bitch that did this, taken out of play?”
This was so freakin frustrating, here she was trying to find these god damn vampires and this freakin bouncer was getting in her face.
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Post by cale on Sept 6, 2009 23:16:37 GMT -5
Raising a brow, Caleb stared back at the woman. And some people said HE was rude…they probably hadn’t met her. She was a feisty one and he respected that on a woman, what he didn’t cared for was the tone on her voice and the fact she was shoving those pictures on his face.
“The ‘joker’ is looking into it. We will find the bastard that did this, trust me. And we don’t need some girl to go noosing about and getting herself hurt or worse because she is attracting too much attention to herself. Leave it to the pros.”
Giving her a smug smirk, Caleb knew he might be pushing it but fact was that besides the fact that she was good at scaring some jerk, he was worried that she might find herself in more trouble than she could handle.
Derek would want the head of the bastard that killed his dancers for himself and it was for the best if she wasn’t caught in the middle of it while trying to do a good thing. It was better if he shooed her away right now.
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Post by dakotademolay on Sept 7, 2009 1:44:05 GMT -5
To say Dakota was annoyed with smug arrogant excuse for a waiter was an understatement, she could plainly see that he wasn’t going to be of any help what so ever.
“The ‘joker’ is looking into it. We will find the bastard that did this, trust me. And we don’t need some girl to go noosing about and getting herself hurt or worse because she is attracting too much attention to herself. Leave it to the pros.”
Letting out a sigh of frustration, she quickly slid the photos back into the pocket in side her jacket. One thing she hated was being referred to as a girl, she was a hunter not some incompetent high school girl playing games. This was a life that she had been born into like her ancestors before her for generations that led back through the centuries. Why was it that men always thought woman only had one use, but then considering the place she was currently standing in she couldn’t expect any man here to even consider anything else.
”Well gee you guys have done such a bang up job of it so far haven’t you. In the mean time the bodies just keep piling up. Don’t worry I wouldn’t think of harassing any more of your esteemed clientele and I’m sure I can some how manage to show myself out….that is if my tiny feeble little girlie brain can actually manage to find the door.Dakota her last sentence in particular, heavy with sarcasm.
With that Dakota didn’t wait for a reply, she turned on the heal of her motorcycle boot and made for the nearest exit before she lost her temper and did something she knew she’d regret. As she was leaving Dakota noticed three men rise from a table and seemingly follow her, somehow she didn’t think her luck was about to change and she was going to hit the jackpot with information. Coming out into an alley behind the club Dakota unzipped her jacket and pulled out her weapon, she wouldn’t have time to make it to the end and she didn’t want them at her back. The men came out behind her and stood silently for a moment grinning between themselves.
Dakota levelled her weapon”Ok I’m in no mood for trouble so just keep walking”
The one in the middle spoke up and as he stepped into the moonlight Dakota vaguely recognised him but it took a few moments for her brain to process, it had been 4 years ago, after her mother had died and before JC had joined her and aunt Cassie. They had been working a nasty werewolf case and had managed to kill the female but her mate had escaped him and if Dakota’s memory now served her correctly, it was the dude in the middle now standing before her. The couple had been a particularly brutal pair, destroying lives wherever they had gone and had no respect for any life what so ever.
” I’ve been looking for you and that other bitch for nearly five years……looks like my search is over. The one in the middle finished speeking and motioned for the other two to move in.
”Arrr CRAP!!!! her gun wasn’t loaded with silver, that was her backup she tucked into the back waistband of her pants, but before she had a chance to reach around and grab it the pair came at her. She fired the gun she now held emptying what she could into the kneecaps of both, regular bullets wouldn’t kill themif they were weres no matter where she shot but a few rounds in the kneecaps would sure as hell slow them down and cause a great deal of pain. Both men fell to the ground screaming in agony but the third, the one with the vendetta came straight for her.
Dakota’s gun was of no more use so she dropped it and grabbed the backup loaded with silver bullets, she had only seconds before the third man was upon her but she never got a chance to fire as he delivered a roundhouse kick and knocked the weapon from her hand and flying over by the dumpster. Dakota swore and delivered a punch to his jaw and the two began a fight to the death, each matching the other blow for blow.
Dakota’s attention was completely captured by the battle she was now engaged in and she missed the other two men change from their human form into weres………..
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Post by cale on Sept 7, 2009 2:29:55 GMT -5
Ignoring the woman’s sarcasm, Caleb rolled his eyes at her. God, she was almost as arrogant as he was. She couldn’t realize he was merely trying to keep her safe, but he had to admire her spunk…and her rear as she walked away. Shaking his head, the wolf smirked and found himself somewhat tempted to follow.
He had a thing for confident, independent woman who could kick ass. That one certainly fit the profile, and since he had changed his ways only Jess had managed to catch his interest like that one just had. Even then, it was better to let her go instead of offering to buy her a drink…or in her case, an orange juice. The less innocent people hurt while they tried to catch whatever psycho that was killing the dancers, the better.
Soon after she left, the wolf saw a group of three rose from their chairs and follow her out. Their scent revealed they were shifters, wolves just like him. And by the look he had caught on their eyes just before they left, they were out for blood.
Deciding to follow, the bouncer stepped outside and trailed down their scent, being careful to stay out of sight and against the wind until he could gather what was really going on.
Even from the distance, his enhanced senses could see and hear the without problems. A smirk found its way into his features as he witnessed the huntress empty her weapon on the were’s kneecaps, far from deadly but extremely painful, smart girl. Then the other that seemed like the alpha male of the pack came at her and knocked the weapon from her hand and a fist fight ensued.
Concentrated on the fight at hand, the woman was apparently unaware that the other two had just shifted and where about to move on her. Without placing much thought on the matter, Caleb was already on the move. Running at full speed, he jumped at the nearest wall as he shifted in his wolf form, and then the fierce white wolf took advantage of the momentum to leap on the other two wolves knocking them away from the woman.
Growling ferociously at the pair, Caleb took a menacing stance as he stood between them and the woman. The other wolves circled him, trying to disperse his concentration, but still he stood his ground until the big black male wolf jumped at him.
The battle between the two wolves was a savage one, the black wolf was almost double the size of the white wolf, but size didn’t seemed to intimidate him as they exchanged vicious bites. Fighting with teeth and claw, Caleb didn’t had to worry about being cursed and he wasn’t beyond exposing himself to harm to get the upper hand on his opponent.
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Post by Michelle Owens on Sept 7, 2009 3:01:31 GMT -5
It took Michelle a while to locate The Wolf's Den. She'd had to ask around and do some MapQuest-ing, and it shouldn't have come as a surprise when the directions led her astray. Internet maps were only accurate half the time, in her experience. As the sun had begun to set Michelle had become increasingly nervous. She'd tried finding Dakota in her motel room, but she'd been gone all afternoon.
She'd waited around for a while, hoping Dakota had just stepped out for lunch and would be back any minute. Michelle had no idea what she planned to do then. Telling her new friend she'd just seen her future would be strange enough, but telling her she'd be ripped to shreds by wolves... Michelle didn't even know what to make of that.
But after an hour, she'd given up on waiting and decided she'd have to locate this place and, hopefully, get there before Dakota did.
...These visions are a gift, Michelle, her father had told her. They tell you where to be and what to look for if you pay attention. You will witness some of the most marvelous disasters of this generation...
Michelle could hear his voice in her head, echoes of the past, as she got dressed. She tried her best to ignore it. She pulled on black pantyhose and dug through her suitcase for a skirt...
It is not your duty to change the course of the future...
Michelle pulled on a denim skirt and pulled a red tank top out of her suitcase. She yanked it over her head too fast and cursed under her breath as she adjusted it...
...You are a witness. You will see great things, Michelle. Great things...
Michelle slid her feet into a pair of black pumps by the door and headed out.
When Michelle finally pulled up to the building, she came to a hard stop in front of it, still getting used to the brakes in the rented Honda Civic. It was bright red and not at all discreet. She'd parked badly as well.
She didn't bother fixing her parking and she hadn't done much to her hair after getting out of the shower. It was curly and fell wildly around her face, devoid of make-up for the first time in months.
Michelle was about to open the door when she heard...
Oh shit.
Growling.
Michelle walked cautiously but quickly over to the alley and peered down it. There was Dakota in a brutal-looking fight with a man, three wolves. One was white, entwined in a battle with a black wolf. Another black wolf circled Dakota and her opponent. Michelle watched for a moment, knowing she should do something to help, but not at all sure what that something was. She was not familiar with the world of hunting and was not dressed for any sort of combat. She'd been planning to just find Dakota and warn her, not knowing she'd arrive in the middle of it all.
Before Michelle could take action, the lone black wolf rose its snout in the air, sniffing. Then it caught sight of her. Michelle's eyes widened as it bared its teeth and ran toward her.
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Post by dakotademolay on Sept 7, 2009 5:55:48 GMT -5
As Dakota’s battle continued with her opponent in human form she eventually noticed from the corner of her eye that the other two men were now wolves and were about to join the fight, now in her books that was just cowardice, three against one just wasn’t fair but then when did bad guys every care about what was fair. After exchanging another round of blows with her current opponent, Dakota noticed a fourth figure enter the alley but she was fighting for her life and didn’t manage to see who it was. Spinning around she ducked a punch and caught sight of the figure leaping at the wall? The next thing she knew a beautiful white wolf bounded from the wall and into the path of the two darker ones that had been ascending on her position and it then began to do battle with one on them.
”What the…….." BAMM!! A punch to the kidneys brought her painfully back to her own fight and she swung around, ” You son of ……." delivering a high kick she clipped her opponent in the back of the head, then quickly switching legs she kicked out lower this time and connected with the mongrels lower extremities and brought him crashing to his knees. After getting in a lucky punch against Dakota while she was momentarily distracted he’d left himself wide open for such an attack. Most men, human. Were, vampire or whatever were usually venerable to such an attack. Dakota moved in and delivered another kick to the head, this time he hit the ground hard and Dakota dove for her weapon by the dumpster, the one with the silver bullets she so desperately needed at the moment but just as she reached it she noticed someone else had joined the party. ……..what had someone sent out freakin’ invitations or something?
”Arr crap Michelle?” what the hell was she doing here? One of the wolves broke away from circling the white one and made for her friend just as the one still in human form that she’d been fighting with began to rise to his feet and Dakota had only a split second to decide. ”Michelle, heads up…” Dakota kicked the gun along the ground aiming straight for Michelle’s feet. ” AIM FOR THE HEART” Dakota barked instructions hoping Michelle would do exactly as told.
She quickly turned her attention back to her own problem just as he was about to launch another attack, Dakota danced out of his way as his fist hit the dumpster behind her and she copped an earful of his obscenities. Swooping her right hand down she quickly retrieved a long hunting knife from inside her boot.
” Come on then….what you waitin’ for you flea ridden mutt…bring it on…."
Dakota continued to back herself slowly into a corner, hoping the dumb ass would take the bait, then finally thinking he had her corned he lunged and Dakota let him make a grab for her, spinning him around as he did and throwing him into a big old wooden bulletin board mounted on a wall, she drove her knife into his neck effectively pinning him to it, then with a swift kick she drove it in harder. There that ortta keep the son of a bitch occupied long enough for her to get to Michelle and her gun so that she could finish this piece of crap once and for all.
Dakota raced back down the alley toward her friend, praying that she’d still be in one piece and have her gun………..
((Ok if Michelle throws Dakota back the gun in her next post?))
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Post by cale on Sept 7, 2009 20:53:05 GMT -5
The wolf’s battle was violent, with untamed savagery they drew blood with teeth and claw. Two savage beasts in a ferocious clash, teeth pierced skin and Caleb could feel the taste of his own blood mixed with his opponent.
The black wolf tried to use its advantage of size to subjugate him, but the white wolf was more agile and able to avoid being pinned down even as powerful teeth tear flesh from bone, he kept on fighting and ignoring the searing pain as he managed to jump in the back of his opponent’s and sink his teeth in the back of his neck.
The wolf howled out in pain as he merciless kept his jaws locked on him, trying to tear open his neck. As the taste of blood assaulted him again, he was able to spot a newcomer and see the other wolf to move against her. He wouldn’t be able to stop the female as well and the huntress seemed to be busy fighting the leader of the pack still. All Caleb could do was hope the woman could take care of herself until he was finished with his opponent.
Shaking violently to get free of his attacker, the black wolf was to toss him into a wall, freeing itself from its jaws as the other wolf hit the wall hard. Taking a moment to recover and subdue the pain, he growled against the smaller wolf just as he moved back up on his paws.
In a flash of a second, both wolfs jumped at each other. Leaving his flank open to a vicious bite from the black wolf, Caleb ignored the pain and the wound that would certainly kill a human and took advantage of his position to sink his teeth on the soft skin of the wolf’s neck, feeling bone break under the might of his jaw.
Stumbling back from the pain, he was able to see the other wolf change back to human form, eyes wide-open as he moved his hand to his neck from where blood poured mercilessly and then drop to his knees.
“I know you Caleb,” the man said in a hateful spite, “You betrayed your own kind and now you fight besides a huntress. You’re no better than us, you have even more blood in your hands than me…your pack will hunt you down, they will kill you and all those around you…”
That was the last thing he ever spoke as the white wolf lunged at him with deadly accuracy, his fangs tearing the exposed flesh of his neck before the sickening sound of bone breaking echoed into the alley and his severed head fell to the ground.
Now standing next to his fallen enemy, the wolf let out a howl as his strength started to fade. He had lost a lot of blood in the fight, and while it wasn’t lethal, it was taking its toll. His respiration grew heavy as he tried to stand up, but it was futile and darkness claimed him.
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Post by Michelle Owens on Sept 8, 2009 18:00:20 GMT -5
Michelle stood at the end of the alley, her eyes wide as the wolf ran toward her. Her gaze flicked briefly to Dakota when she heard her say her name, but Michelle looked quickly back to the wolf.
"Michelle, heads up..."
She saw something moving across the ground as the wolf gained speed and lunged at her. Michelle screamed and her body acted before she could think. As the wolf came at her, she dove to the side to get out of the way. She felt its fur brush her leg as she landed hard on the ground, her bare arms scraping against the cement. It had just barely missed her.
As Michelle sat up the wolf wasted no time. Letting out a grow, it lunged at her again, but this time it was too close for her to dodge its attack. She fell onto her back and cried out as its large black paws sat on her chest, pinning her down. Its jaws snapped at her face as she shoved it as far away from her as possible with both arms. She could also hear Dakota fighting and fierce growling, but she wasn't paying any attention to what was going on around her. All she could focus on was the viscious, snarling wolf trying to sink its teeth into her. She was barely able to hold it back, its teeth mere centimeters from her every time the jaw snapped shut.
She turned her head quickly, feeling the tendons in her neck pull painfully at the too-sudden motion, and she heard the teeth clamp together, feeling fur brush her face.
And then she saw the gun, lying just a foot or so away from her.
The only problem was that grabbing it would require the use of one of her arms. There was no way she'd be able to keep the wolf from getting a good bite in with only one hand to keep him at bay. She closed her eyes and brought her knee up as hard as possible into the animal's underbelly. It let out a yelp and backed off. Michelle shoved it as hard as she could, making it stumble back for just a moment.
A moment was all she needed.
Michelle reached for the gun and wrapped her fingers around its handle. She'd heard Dakota say something about the heart...
Just as she'd turned her attention back to the wolf it was lunging at her again. She screamed and instinctively pulled the trigger.
The wolf let out a long howl that became a wimper before it collapsed on top of her. She had to struggle to free her arms from under the body, which had seemed to have less fur than it had a moment ago. Tossing the gun in what she vaguely thought was Dakota's direction, Michelle used both arms to heave the creature off of her. She sat up choking, the wind knocked out of her, and quickly scurried backward until she felt her back hit the wall of one of the buildings.
Her eyes widened as she saw a man lying where the wolf should have been.
"What the hell...?" she muttered.
She jumped, startled at the sudden howl she heard, and turned her head slowly in its direction. Her mouth dropped open as she saw another naked man lying on the ground, the white wolf standing unsteadily beside it. And then the white wolf collapsed.
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Post by dakotademolay on Sept 9, 2009 3:24:35 GMT -5
As Dakota raced toward Michelle’s position she saw her friend locked in a struggle with one of the wolves, it lunged at her but before Dakota could do anything to help her new friend screamed and Dakota heard the gun fire, god she prayed that the bullet found it’s mark in the beasts heart. The wolf slumped over and Michelle kicked it off before throwing the gun toward Dakota, she caught it safety.
She quickly checked the body which by now had turned back into the form of a man, he was dead there was no mistaking it and her face then turned to a stunned a Michelle. ” Don’t move, I’ll be right back….”
A sudden howl caught her attention and Dakota glanced around noticing another form on the ground, a naked headless man, well that would be sure to work just as well as a silver bullet or at least she hoped. Her eyes quickly went to the white wolf standing beside the body and Dakota raised her gun ready to fire but for some reason she hesitated on the trigger and the little white wolf collapsed beside the body. She wasn’t sure why it had joined the fight against the others and for the time being would grant it a reprieve. Right now she had a more immediate thread to take care of.
Turning, Dakota raced back down the alley toward her waiting assailant, who was still trying to free him self from her blade, without blinking Dakota coldly raised her gun and without flinching she put a single bullet into his heat. Walking a little closer she kicked her right motorcycle boot clad foot up to his chest and held the now slumping body in place as she pulled the knife clear with her free left hand, then stood back and watched the body fall unceremoniously to the ground. Dakota bent down and casually wiped the knife on his shirt before coolly slipping it back into her boot, turning away and racing back to check on Michelle.
Puffing slightly as she came back, Dakota yelled to her friend ”Michelle are you ok? He didn’t bite you did he?” She knew the woman would be scared and confused with a million questions but now wasn’t the time. Dakota began to work fast before anyone came out here to the alley and saw the carnage. ”Michelle we have to move before anyone stumbles back here. I will explain everything later, I promise, but right now we have to get the hell out of here ASAP.” She knelt down beside the limp body of the little white wolf and checked on his condition, his wounds were very severe but being a were he should recover.”Damn, what the hell am I going to do with you? “
He’d come from out of nowhere, she’d vaguely noticed his human form earlier but not enough to even form a description. Why had he joined her fight? Maybe he’d just been fighting over food and would be no better than the vermin they’d just killed. Her aunt Cassie would just put a bullet in him and leave the body to rot where it fell. Cassie didn’t share the same sentiment as Dakota’s mother, who over the years hadn’t always ‘completed a hunt’ much to her sister Cassie’s disgust but Elizabeth had proffered instead to judge an individual on WHO they were not WHAT they were and she’d instilled the same values in Dakota. Until Dakota knew the true objective of the little wolf she would give him the benefit of the doubt and she couldn’t leave him here to be found ……..but she wasn’t crazy, one bite and she would be just as cursed as him or worse. They needed to get him out of site and somewhere safe, their hotel would be the best place but that in itself presented a logistical problem as Dakota only had her bike.
”Michelle please tell me you brought that car of yours?" Dakota said as she looked around franticly for something, anything they could use…..hell what would MacGyver do in a situation like this? Her eyes fell upon Michelle’s form and she suddenly knew exactly what MacGyver would do. "Ok, I’m going to need you to do two things without question, I promise I’ll explain later, the second one is to bring your car around so we can get our new friend here the hell out of dodge, the first………I’m gunna need those panty hose you got on…….”
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Post by Michelle Owens on Sept 11, 2009 18:37:39 GMT -5
Michelle sat there, stunned, for a moment, staring at the body of the man she'd killed. But he had been a wolf. She was positive he'd been a wolf when she shot him, and she'd even seen him become a man. How was that possible? A werewolf?"Don't move," Dakota instructed. "I'll be right back." Michelle blankly watched her go before turning back to the man beside her. She looked around, realizing that only one wolf remained. The two black wolves had changed into men. She got slowly to her feet, realizing she was shaking. She jumped and cried out when she heard a gunshot. Then she remembered there'd been a third wolf she'd chased down the alley. Michelle approached the white wolf with caution. It was bloody, but she could see it was still breathing... and a male, from what she could see. Realizing she may very well have been looking at a naked man, even if he was a wolf for the moment, she quickly turned away. "Michelle are you ok? He didn’t bite you did he?" Michelle looked up to see Dakota approaching and quickly examined herself, feeling her neck and face and looking at her legs and arms. She had plenty of scrapes, her pantyhose torn, but no bites. "No," Michelle said, relieved.
"Michelle we have to move before anyone stumbles back here," Dakota said. "I will explain everything later, I promise, but right now we have to get the hell out of here ASAP." Looking around the alley, Michelle realized how difficult the situation would be to explain. They'd each just killed a man, whether they'd been men at the time or not. She nodded slowly, realization coming over her, as Dakota examined the remaining wolf, thinking aloud. "Michelle please tell me you brought that car of yours?" Dakota asked. Michelle gave her a puzzled look. "Uh... Yeah, I did... Why?" She studied Dakota as the woman looked around for something. What the hell was she doing? "Ok, I’m going to need you to do two things without question," Dakota said. "I promise I’ll explain later..." Okayyy, she thought. "the second one is to bring your car around so we can get our new friend here the hell out of dodge," Dakota continued. "the first………I’m gunna need those panty hose you got on…… It took Michelle a moment to wrap her head around what Dakota was saying. Then her eyes widened and her head snapped up. "What? What in the hell do you want my pantyhose for?" Looking from Dakota to the wolf, she realized what her friend was planning to do. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me. You wanna tie up this... thing... with my pantyhose and put it in MY car? What if it wakes up and decides to chow down on us while we're driving?"
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