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May 3, 2015 18:25:12 GMT -5
Post by Drake Bellatorem Charlemagne on May 3, 2015 18:25:12 GMT -5
She was in a state between denial and hatred and Drake couldn't help but be amused. He'd lost count of just how many humans he'd turned over the centuries and they had all acted the same way, especially those who had denied that such supernatural beasts even existed. She was no exception. The monster part of him, the part that had toyed with human lives and emotions as a means to entertain himself, wanted to play with her more, to see that flame of anger in her eyes and meet her wolf's jaws but the part of him learning to live again, the part of him that remembered a time when he had been human, knew it was be like putting gas on an already lit flame. No good would come out of it. For now, her wolf had accepted him as her Alpha but her human side was another problem. He let out a sigh. "I didn't say you did hurt anyone. I wouldn't be standing here having a conversation with you or would I have brought you into my pack if you had. However," here, his expression turned dark which wasn't hard with the shadows of night. "If I leave you to your own devices any longer, there's no telling what will happen to you. Having full control on the full moon is something no werewolf has ever been able to have." Well, besides himself. But he kept that a secret. "All it takes is for one human to make the wrong move and your wolf will react, thinking it's protecting itself."
As if to make his point, a midnight jogger went past, his headphones audible with Drake's sensitive hearing. Drake waited till he was further away before turning his attention back to her. "And yes, I did bite you." he pointed to her leg where the wound had been. "But I didn't inject you with any venom. You shifted completely on your own and, with some training, you can do it anytime, anywhere. Notice the wound already healed. Surely you've noticed you're quick to heal?" He felt as though all werewolves should have been grateful to him for giving them such a unique ability. He'd begged the Magi long ago before his lycanthropy had been a curse. He'd managed to convince them that, if he were attacked defending the village one night, he would need a way to heal, to hide his wounds from humans when he returned to his human form. They'd agreed and woven the spell into the werewolf spell. Because it became a regular part of the werewolf spell, when he was cursed, he also received that and was thus, able to pass it on to all those he bit. Who knew he'd been thinking of the future when he'd convinced them...
He sighed, suddenly feeling rather impatient with this meeting. "Feel inside you. How does your wolf feel, how do you feel? I bested you in wolf form and, on instinct, your wolf succumbed to my dominance. Why me you ask?" he smirked at her and crossed his arms over his chest. "I happen to be the sole reason werewolves even exist in this world. I'm the Alpha of Alphas, the father of werewolves and the King of New York!" Okay, maybe he was being a little over dramatic but he had his reasons for feeling overly confident.
However, he felt his ego deflate when her next words hit his ears and he frowned down at her. He could understand her need for revenge. Hell, it was the only reason he was here in New York and creating a pack. Instantly, he felt a connection with her he hadn't been able to find with the others of his pack. Revenge was a strong motivator and it made him want her even more for his pack. With such strong desires, it would be easy to manipulate and harness devotion. He smiled at her, his own flame of determination burning his eyes as he held his hand out to her. "I'll make a deal with you then. I'll help you kill the bastard who turned you if you help me when I need you. Deal?" Perhaps, if he thought back on his later, he would regret making this the deal that brought her into the pack but for now, he was content in the knowledge of bringing another member on his side.
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May 9, 2015 15:07:14 GMT -5
Post by Cecelia L. Sutton on May 9, 2015 15:07:14 GMT -5
 Cece felt as if she had been dragged across the concrete for miles, her body was raw and tensed. Every sense was on overdrive, her muscles twitched with every rustling leaf and cracking twig. She wanted to be home in her bed, a part of her still believed this whole ordeal was nothing but a nightmare, part of her still hoped that she would wake up at any moment. Unfortunately, the pain of the shift had been far too real and the digging of her teeth into her skin had drawn blood, real blood; Cece was far too conscious for any of it to be a nightmare. She still watched him carefully, his words repeating in her head. He would kill her and not blink an eye, because she was dangerous to those around her. It was a strange thought, that she would put others in danger, Cece harbored no vendetta against anyone. She wanted nothing more than to go back to her ordinary life, but Drake was making it very clear that that her normal life was too far gone. She shrank from him, tears welling as he confirmed every fear she had been running from. She was dangerous, out of control, a monster. Her eyes followed his, the jogger making her shift further into the shadows that already surrounded them. Suddenly, she was aware of just how exposed she was, both physically and mentally; pulling his coat closer to her body, she shuttered. Cece had never imagined having this conversation, let alone having it out in the open of the park. Venom? Her brow furrowed, werewolf venom...that’s what had done this to her. The monster that had bitten her had injected her. The concept was strange and made her run her tongue over her teeth gently, trying if she could taste it. "I don't want to change more," she told him earnestly, the idea making her chest tighten. Glancing at her thigh and frowned, the marks of his teeth was gone, as if it had never happened, for a moment her eyes remained there transfixed on her own skin. Some many pieces were coming together as he spoke, it explained why her run in with the kitchen knife hadn’t resulted in stitches, or why dance inflicted bruises only lasted a hour or so. “I...never really noticed,” she told him honestly, it wasn’t every day that something attacked her in the darkness. Cece ran her fingers over her thigh, unsure that her eyes were telling her the entire story. Cece frowned deeper, the memory of their interaction still fresh in her mind. The wolf had instantly known what she could not fathom, it had known that it had started a fight that it could not win; the wolf had realized that Drake could have ended their meeting in a very different way. She could recall the shift in the wolf’s mind, the release of tension from her muscles as the wolf accepted a fate that she didn’t understand. Looking up at him, Cece looked at him with wide eyes, a slow understanding pulling at her features. The wolf had somehow understood, what she could barely process now. “You’re the first one? The first...werewolf…” Cece repeated, the word still felt uncomfortable on her tongue. She would have never beat him, what the hell had the wolf been thinking? Cece had never met anyone like her and now she was meeting the one that started everything…she wasn’t sure if that made her feel more or less at ease. Her fear ebbed at the thought of finding the monster that had done this to her, the thing that had turned her into an uncontrollable beast capable of murder. Whoever it was had left her to suffer alone, without telling her anything about what she was and what had happened to her. She wanted the monster to pay, but she didn’t even know where to start. Drake’s smile didn’t make her nervous this time and she didn’t recoil from his outstretched hand. For the first time since the wolf reared it’s ugly head in her life, it and Cece wanted the same thing and Drake would help them both. There was no hesitation this time, “Deal. I’ll do whatever you want,” she replied, taking his hand and shaking it. Drake Bellatorem Charlemagne
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