Venton Fentun's Story

{NOTE: Nicholas is tagged under Bobby's part of this post. Alexandra is tagged under Venton's. Jean is tagged under Velonica's.

I also apologize for how long this is ><}



It was hot outside. But, it was also cold. How both could coexist at night was strange and abnormal - but she didn't have time to mull over this. Instead, she forced herself to tune the chilly heat out and focus entirely on the battle ensuing.

The wolf threw itself at her, causing her to dodge and rarely miss being tackled to the ground. A claw caught her arm, tearing through the outer-side of it and immediately drawing blood. This ended in Velonica stumbling and barely catching herself on a nearby wall.

It wasn't the best place for a fight, especially against a wolf. A narrow, crowded alleyway on the outskirts of town. How the werewolf had gotten there was beyond her - he shouldn't have been able to, seeing as they had hunters posted at the city limits day-in and day-out - but that was not what mattered in that moment. What mattered was disposing of this werewolf, and quickly. Preferably before it managed to either a - kill an innocent person -, b - draw notice to them -, or c - draw attention from Jean.

Velonica shuddered at the though and dodged another attack, slicing out with her broadsword in the same instant. A spray of blood shot out from the wolf, which let out a howl of pain that ended on a growl of anger.

If Jean found out, there would be serious repercussions. Not just for her, but for whoever allowed the werewolf to sneak inside of the city.

Her eyes followed the swift movements of the wolf as it began to slowly circle her. It lashed out it claws at her but wasn't near enough to strike, and was obviously only doing so for intimidation purposes. Not that it worked.

If only she could find a weakness in this one. Every wolf had a weakness, so what was this one's? Perhaps a weak leg, or a previous injury that causes it to be slower in some cases.

Her eyes darted back and forth, taking in every movement that the wolf made.

There!

As it tensed to pounce, it's hind right leg trembled slightly, hinting at a long-ago injury that left the muscles scarred and weakened. As soon as it lunged, she dropped to the right, allowing it to sail over her as she slid forth. Her blade struck out as she moved below it, and with a nearly-invisible movement, she had sliced open it's right hind leg. The wolf thudded to the ground and slid several feet. As soon as it stopped, it made a weak attempt to stand but promptly collapsed once more.

Rising and brushing herself off, she approached the wolf, absently twirling her sword.

"You know, it's filth like you that I really do despise. Not only did your despicable race slaughter my family - but you also managed to ruin a new pair of pants that I only just bought today. I really liked these pants, too," she said, dropping to a crouch beside it's growling head. She smirked down into it's eyes, but her own were fiery and frightening in their hatred.

"You really shouldn't have done that," she snarled softly.

Her blade struck out, delving completely through it's throat. It howled, but the sound was gargled and muffled. She removed her blade, drove it directly through the wolf's head, and repeated the same movements to it's heart. As she rose, she kicked it's side.

"Filth," she spat.

Her arm rose, her watch automatically activating the communicator that she had built into each and every watch and ear-piece they had managed to buy.

"Send the Termination Team to Sector V, Section Three. We had a stray werewolf that needs burning."

A crackle arose and a voice answered, assuring her that the Team was heading to the location.

It didn't take long for the team to appear, and once they had, she turned away from the mess.

"God, I need a shower," she muttered, looking down at the front of her body. Coated from head-to-toe in blood, she was definitely quite a sight, and not only did she look disgusting but she also felt so. Using a handkerchief, she wiped some of the blood from her face as she. She approached the hidden door that lead to the underground tunnels which could be used by hunters to travel when needed, and she thumped down the stone stairs.

Once she had reached their main base of training and housing, Velonica showered and dressed. The warm water felt beautiful on her now-chilled body, and immediately warmed her to the very core.

Her hair was still wet as she approached the training room that she had been told Jean was in. She arrived in time to see the punishment dealt upon Lanette - a girl that Velonica was not very fond of, and often thought of as annoying and weak - and the events that followed.

Waiting until the class left the room, Vel leaned against the wall just outside of the door, crossing her arms beneath her voluptuous breasts, and settled in to wait. Jean left the room before the class did, however, and she easily pushed away from the wall and caught up to him, stretching her arms above her head as she did so. The injury in her arm, freshly cleaned and stitched up, caused her to grimace as the movement tugged at the stitches, but she let out a yawn instead of a groan.

"That was a bit harsh, J," she said, dropping her arms to her sides as they walked. "As much as I don't like the girl, perhaps you should think of different ways to punish them if they mess up?" she suggested, staring directly forward as she spoke. "Scarring their bodies may train them, but it will inevitably make them hate and, in the future, plot against you. Some may betray you," she pointed out.

Her arm moved out and in front of him, stopping him mid-stride. She turned to face him.

"I know that I've spoken to you about this before, Jean, but for once, listen to me. There's been some ... Talk. Rumors that there are hunters that are planning to overthrow and kill you. They claim that your tactics are far too extreme, even when dealing with werewolves, and that your training techniques are unfair." She reached forward and lightly touched his elbow, looking up at him with worry blatant in her gaze.

"As your comrade, I don't want to lose another ally. But as your friend, I don't want to lose someone that I truly care for. Think about changing your training methods, that's all that I'm asking. If you don't, you might not survive to see your next birthday," she said quietly. "Besides, if you left me, then who would I pick on for being so old?" she teased, winking at him and stepping back. She turned around and starting walking once more, calling over her shoulder, "Only old men walk as slow as you do!"

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"You know, it isn't very nice to turn people into food."

Venton dropped from the wooden rafters above, landing without a sound on the cement floor below. He braced himself only by bending his knees, and then straightened once he had hit the ground. He tossed his white hair back, her purple eyes sparkling with mischief as he approached the small girl and her prey. He chuckled as he reached her side.

"You know, for such a tiny girl, you do seem quite ferocious. What are you, exactly? I've never met a normal werewolf as insane and malicious as you - perhaps you are a Fenrir? No, that would be too obvious," he said, rambling as he circled the pair, tapping his chip with each step. He suddenly stopped, making an 'A-ha!' sound and snapping his fingers.

"You're a normal werewolf who has complex issues stemmed from a terrible past," he exclaimed, nodding his head. He moved and was instantly beside her, rubbing her head and clutching her in an intense hug, shaking her back and forth as he did so.

"You are just too cute! How any person could be so adorable is beyond me. I just want to dress you up like a little doll and dance around with you! Tell me, my dear - would you mind being my daughter? You can call me Daddy Venny, or just Daddy! Either are fine with me!" he sang, dancing back from her several steps. He leaned down to sniff the politician that was currently bound and on the ground.

"My, it seems that you are in quite a pickle, sir. I would ask you to dance, but it might be a bit difficult for you to do so when you're all tied up like that," he said thoughtfully, purposely coming off as clueless to the current situation and danger. He suddenly looked up at Alexandra, a remorseful expression on his face.

"Tsk-tsk little daughter, it seems that you have been a naughty, naughty child. How dare you disobey Daddy and do something bad? Don't you know that it's illegal for you to kill a human? Rule number two of werewolf society: Do not kill a human, intentionally or unintentionally. Doing so will result in termination." He shook his head at her. "Do you not enjoy living? It seems that you do have a death wish. Now, now ... Perhaps I will let this go, seeing as you're so adorable," he began, turning and slowly undoing the binds that held the man. "If you let this poor, measly human go, I will not report you and you will be allowed to live," he said with a bright, cheery smile, his hand dropping to the man's head. A pulse slammed through the man's body, knocking him unconscious and therefore removing his memories of the past twenty-four hours. Venton hefted the man up and tossed him over his shoulder.

"Now, now ... Behave yourself, little daughter, or Daddy will have to come and punish you. Understand?" he asked, looking over his shoulder at her. This time, his smile and cheerful exterior were gone, and in replacement of it was an evil and frightening young man, with dark eyes and a blank look on his face. The combination hinted at a personality that was truly mad and villainous, and definitely not one to be trifled with.

"I asked ... Is that understand, young lady?" He spoke softly, his voice not holding the threat of death within it.

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Bobby smacked the cup down on the bar counter, flipping her hair over her shoulders and down her back, her blood-red eyes sparkling in the dull lighting of the bar.

"Well I say that you damned perverts should just leave town and not come back!" she exclaimed, twirling in her seat to face the four men who sat at a table behind her. Previously, they had been blatantly eyeing her backside, but moments before, they had made a very obvious remark about her body - which, she would most definitely admit, was to-die-for - but it was something along the lines of how she should 'shake of those little shorts, hop up on the bar table, and give them a "booby-bouncing" dance. And yes, they used the words 'booby-bouncing'.

However, even though she was allowed to think so, didn't mean that disgusting, old, perverted men that were nothing but drunks going nowhere in life, were allowed to say so.

One of the men pushed up from the table, sending his chair smashing to the floor.

"What did you just say to us, you little slut?" he growled, his mustache twitching.

"I said that you damned perverts had better leave town before I make you," she challenged, rising from her seat and glaring up at the man - who was, unsurprisingly, about two heads taller than she was. His friends rose alongside him, each of them holding an angered vibe about them. Bobby only smirked at them, slowly gathering her white hair into a ponytail. Once it was up, she danced back a step and held one hand out to the men, curling her fingers towards her.

"Bring it, assholes," she challenged.

The fight that followed was swift and almost laughable. Indeed, the other people in the bar cackled at the men, who were sent flying every which-way, knocked out by a combination of her attacks and their own drunken states. When the last one was laying sprawled on the ground, she placed her foot atop his back, braced her fists on her hips, and let out a laugh.

"Dumbasses like you lot should be wiser then to pick a fight with me," she snorted.

"Now, now, Bobby ... I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that I'm going to have to ask you to leave. I can't have you picking fights in my bar - it's bad for business. You can come back tomorrow, but for tonight, you aren't allowed here."

Bobby tossed a glance over her shoulder at the man who spoke, who just so happened to be the owner of the bar, and with a shrug, she stepped off of the man.

"No problem, Sal. I understand. I'll be back tomorrow, the usual time," she said, grabbing her backpack and tossing it over one shoulder.

"Thanks, Bobby."

"Like I said, it's no problem. I get it."

With that said, she strode from the bar, drawing a tissue from her shorts pocket to dab at a bit of blood trickling from her nose. As she step through the door and onto the sidewalk, she collided full-force with a young man that had been turning a corner. Her bag dropped from her hands and thudded to the ground, her tissue fluttering down with it but catching the window and darting out of sight almost immediately.

"Sorry about that. I have a tendency not to watch where I'm going - and a tendency to space out when I'm walking," she joked, leaning over to grab her bag. She lifted it and slung it over her shoulder once more, using the sleeve of her jeans-jacket to dab at the blood, seeing as that had been her only tissue. She paused, however, as she caught a whiff of the boy.

Immediately she smirked.

"Ah, so you're a fellow wolf ... Interesting ..." she murmured, lowering her sleeve from her lightly-bleeding nose. She grinned at him, her red eyes glinting in the moonlight. She took in the rigidness in which he held himself, and the blatant worry- and stress-lines on his face, and within an instant, she threw her arm around his shoulders and steered him in the direction of another bar.

"Tell you what. As an apology for running into you, I'll buy you a drink. Yeah, I know; No drinking under the age of twenty-one," she said, using a deep, mocking voice for the law. "Well, screw them. If you want to drink, you'll find a way, whether it's safe or not. So why not make it safe? Hell, I'll buy you a freaking margarita if you're into that girly shit," she laughed. Suddenly, she paused, turning her gaze to his. "What'd you say your name was again? Oh wait, you didn't ... Mine's Bobby. Nice to meet you, whatever-your-name-is," she chuckled, holding her hand out to him.

Hearing a Fenrir member call her out was very enjoyable to Alexandra. She loved playing all sorts of games especially mind games. "Ok Daddy." She said as the man untied the politician, a wide smile across her face. "Although," She opened her shiny red eyes wide. "If I were to say, this man now knows of our secrets, but you've gave me a good Idea. I'll let him have a running start. Yes. It's always better to play with food. I'm sorry mister, but you know too much. Hahaha. Not saying I wasn't going to kill you anyway, but hey. At least now we have a reason."

"I-I heard the man." The scared man said, trying to grab hold of whatever he could. "He said that if you kill me then you will die too."

Alexandra let out a laugh. It was distorted and frighting for that of a girl her size. "You think I care about those mean rules. Maybe if this were a normal pack."
She snapped her finger. "Sadly, for only you of course, this is the pack of Fenrir. Maybe you can read about him in hell. Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to spoil the place your going to go when I kill you, Hehehee. Alright now. Run. Run and I'll chase. Whatch me go daddy." She said in her normal kiddish tone. Suddenly her face turned awfully serious. "Also, watch out for intruders." She then went to a nearby wall and started happily counting to ten. The bloodlust scraping the bridge of her voice more and more with each count.
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Finishing his dinner, Lucas looked at the clock as it ticked all the way down to seven. It was getting awfully late and he heard no calls from upstairs. Granny must've been sleep, but what about Allie? He didn't know, nor did he have time to care. It wasn't personal. In fact, she is probably the person he cares most about at the moment, but if she was nowhere to be found she might've been at work. He put his dishes away and once again yelled up the stairs. " Okay. Um. I'm heading out now. Take care." With that he left the house. The cold weather of night tickled his nose and he replied with a scowl at the sky. The moon was beginning to show its ugly head. Rumor was, that for every full moon, a wolf murders someone and once every month, that person is someone important. He wondered would this day be the day for that politician to die. Not that he cared at all. He wondered when was it that he became this cold.

He began his walk down the street to the Anderson residence where he wanted to pick up Nick Anderson. He knocked on the door. " Hey. Is anyone in there. Let me in." He basically ordered. He thought about it for a long hard minute before saying, "Please, let me in."
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Nick wandered around the town, surprisingly heading in the right direction but taking a more scenic route home. This had to be due to his constant looking at the ground. He had to admit, he was lost in thought. He couldn't get his brother out of his mind. When he thought of Lucas, he spat on the ground. "I don't need a guy like him as a leader. I can take care of my own family." He hissed. Walking a little bit more he felt a bump to his chest. He was taken back by it but wasn't shocked. "I'm sorry. I should watch where I'm going." He apologized. He looked to see it was a girl who he bummed into. A very talkative one at that. On closer look he could guess she was older than his so called leader. He was, however, surprised at the fact that she knew he was a wolf. Matter of fact she called herself one too. He picked up her bag to hand it to her but she cut off his words by offering him a drink.

"Sorry I don't drink." He said. He gave it a little more thought. " But, If you insist, I guess I could do for a soda, so yeah I'll go with you." He wanted, no, needed something to take his mind off his circumstances for once. "My names Nick. Nicholas Anderson. Nice to meet you bobby." He said as he went to walk beside her. " Oh, Here's your purse by the way. Oh my. Wait a sec." He said as he noticed the blood trickling down her nose. He grabbed some of the hospital tissues he had in his pocket and whipped the top of her lip." There you go." He said with a small smile. "Do you get nosebleeds often. I guess it is the season." He wasn't expecting anything big. Nosebleeds were common during winter after all.
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Alexandra counted all the way to 8 before she stopped. " Wait a second." She said, sniffing the air. "Looks like we have another guest here. I don't remember asking for any." Putting her hand on chin in a comical thinking motion she finally said. "I know, I'll just have to introduce myself to them. "Hey." She called to Venton. "Seeing as this game is over now, which is sad, track down mister politician man and place him back in the chair. I'll have to play when I get back. I think I'm a little angry right now. Whatevs. I'll just play with this new person." She then left the room to track down the new smell.

It didn't take long for her to catch up to the intruder. She seemed like a weird person. If you could call her a person, which Alexandra's nose told her the better. She stood and knelt down on a bench where the person was walking, waiting for her chance to speak.

"Well, well. What do we have here. What should I call you lady. Should I call you drug lady. Or should I call you.....dead lady. Speak now." She said in her child like tone.

{I apologize in advance for how poorly this is written. I was half-asleep when I wrote it.}



"The goal isn't to harm, but instead to help. To help it grow and thrive, even in the darkness of the night."

The small Cayenne Plant had yet to even really bloom, let alone grow the hot peppers that were often coveted by healers. It sat in a small black carton, which she had transported the seedling to once it had grown into at least a blooming plant from the outside.

A small tan hand shot up, and when on followed the hand down to it's owner, they would recognize an equally small girl with black hair and, surprisingly, beautiful blue eyes.

"Lonny, what does that one do?"

Velonica smiled, crouching before the girl and holding it up. "It's name is Cayenne. Can you guess what it does?"

A shake of the head answered her question, prompting Velonica to rise once more. She lightly traced one of the plant's petals.

"Capsicum Annuum, as is it's Latin name, is often used to treat fevers, colds, diarrhea, and other common ailments. It is native to the southern region of North America, and the northern region of South America, and has been used for both medicinal and food purposes. It was first discovered in 1643 by French Colonists, and since then has been used as both a culinary herb and a healing one, due to it's helpful properties," she explained.

Several hands shot up, causing her to laugh. "Alright, one at a time. Let's start with you, Johnathon," she said, pointing to a young, teenage boy near the back.

"If it's only used to treat minor symptoms, then why do we need to know about it?"

A couple of the other children burst into giggles, a few murmuring that it was a stupid question to ask. A harsh look from Velonica silenced them before she returned her gaze to Johnathon, her smile restored.

"That's a very good question, Johnathon. But let me ask you - why do you think we should know this?"

For a moment, the boy looked uncertain. Several moments ticked by, during which she could practically see the gears turning in his head, before he finally opened his mouth and spoke.

"I think ... That is ... That even the most minor of illnesses and injuries could weaken you, whether you deny it or not. It could cause you to falter when fighting a wolf, and that could mean imminent death."

"That is absolutely correct, Johnathon! Now, I'm going to show you how to correctly transfer a plant to a pot ..."

*Short Time Skip*

"Didn't I tell you to be more careful when you discuss our plans and who you discuss them with?"

Velonica paused mid-step as the whispering voice could be heard. In an instant she was against the wall and at the corner. With a moment of focus, she slowly dulled her senses. Her sight went first, darkening instantly; smell quickly followed, taste was next, and lastly came touch. Instead, her hearing was heightened, and completely focused on the conversation.

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again ..."

"You'll bet your ass it won't, because if it does, I'll change it so that you're the one that ends up on that wood on Sunday."

"Yes sir, I'm sorry sir ..."

The sound of a slap echoed in the hallways, causing her to cringe, and it was followed by a soft whimper.

"Your apologies mean nothing to me. If you ever want to advance in this little Game, you need to take out the best player. Jean won't even see it coming ..."

A whimper was his only response, before several footsteps were heard, going in the opposite direction of her.

"Now get out of my sight. You disgust me."

*Short Time Skip*

The door stood no chance against Velonica. As soon as she reached Jean's quarters, which weren't too far from her own, she fiddled with the lock and threw it open.

"Jean, we have a problem. A serious problem," she hissed, stepping into the room and closing the door quickly behind her, easily flipping the lock. For a moment, she was distracted. She looked him up and down before a smirk rose to her lips.

"What the Hell are you wearing? You look like a unicorn threw up on you. Didn't you wear that shirt yesterday? And haven't you had that sweatshirt for, what, half a decade?" she snorted, unable to help her natural, snarky comments that came as a second nature to her.

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Venton sighed as the human rose and shot away like a bullet. Such a sad day to see his poor mother-daughter acting in such a manner. He dropped down into the chair and draped his arm over the back of it, stretching out lazily on it.

Alex hadn't always been this way. In fact, she used to be completely. What it was that made her tick, however, was beyond his knowledge, but he did remember a time when she was normal.

When she first changed him, she was still child-like in many ways, but wasn't the blood-thirsty beast that she was in this day and time. She enjoyed playing with dolls and with fellow Fenrir members, and would often run around with the younger ones.

She had definitely changed quite a lot since he met her.

When she suddenly spoke, he returned his attention to the small girl that held half of his adoration, for the other half was placed upon his magnificent Bobbymarie.

Ah, Bobby. White-haired Bobby the tom-boy. It made him happy to see that she was enjoying her lycanthrophy state more then she had her human state. He had seen her at her worst.

When she had first woken up after the car accident, which killed her parents, twin sister, and somehow caused the disappearance of her beloved brother, she was a mess. The girl cried endlessly for days, weeks, months. Honestly, how one person could cry so much without succumbing to dehydration was beyond him, but she had managed to do it nonetheless. Her injuris had been severe, but with a little Fenrir skill, he had managed to heal her quickly and beautifully.

He had watched her grow up over the years and become more beautiful with each passing day, until finally, she asked for one thing from him.

For him to change her.

He had agreed, although reluctantly, but could now see that that had been the best choice for her. Where her brother was, they undoubtedly would never know, but at least she was happy now.

Now, if only she could find herself a man ...

With in mind, he chuckled and pushed himself up from the chair. Stretching enough so that his limbs popped, he sighed. "Yes, dear ... Whatever you say, dear," he groaned, running a hand through his snowy hair. In an instant he was gone, easily tracking the politician - who had, unsurprisingly, not managed to travel very far. He easily captured the man by the collar of his shirt, and began to drag him kicking and screaming back to the chair.

"My deepest apologies, sir, but my dear Alexandra has yet to finish playing with you. I truly did try to save you, but alas, I could not! Whatever you did to upset her, I pity you for the pain that you will suffer through soon," he sighed, tossing the man in the chair.

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Bobby beamed a smile at the young man, giving him a childish wink. "Soda-pop it is for the youngster," she teased.

When he neared her face, she instinctively cringed back, having taken far too many hits to that region to not do so. When she realized he intended only to wipe at the blood trickling down her lips, she hesitated only briefly before giving in and returning to where she had stood only moments before.

She smirked at him, biting lightly on her tongue.

"If only that were the case, Nicholas ... Sadly, I'm a bit of a badass," she heaved a sigh, although she obviously wasn't upset over this. In fact, she almost seemed to be bragging about it. She took her bag and tossed it onto her back, crossing her arms and eyeing the blue nail polish on one hand. After a moment, she looked up at him slyly, a slightly-cocky smile rising to her face.

"I like to play with things, that's all," she said quietly, her eyes flashing a bit as she spoke.

Suddenly, she threw her arm through his, linking them together, much like they did in that one movie - what was it called? Oh yes, The Wizard of Oz. With his agreement in the air, she practically dragged him down the street.

When they entered the bar, she went in first and immediately people erupted into greetings, ranging from simple "Hey Bobby!"'s to "There's that crazy bitch! I was wondering where you went!"

Needless to say, Bobby got around - especially when it came to bars.

Dropping onto a stool at the counter, she gave the bartender a smile.

"Hey Dominique, can I get a Pulque?"

"Sure thing, hun." The woman disappeared under the bar for a moment, before reappearing with a cold bottle that had already began to condense. Dominique turned to Nicholas, popping one hip out, placing her hand on it, and leaning against the counter with a saucy smile on her face.

"What can I get for you, handsome?"

Pouting, Bobby poked at Dominique's elbow. "Hey, no stealing my date. I actually brought one that's attractive this time," she protested. Dominique chose to ignore her, giving Nicholas a flirtatious wink.

"What say you and I hit up the town when I get off in two hours?"

"Dom," Bobby pouted, her lower lip protruding.

With a chuckle, Dominique straightened and laughed in Bobby's direction.

"Oh, you know that I was only teasing the kid. But, really, what can I get'cha?"

Alexandra gaze sharpened as she smiles, slowly licking her lips as she leaned in and smelled the girl. She wanted so much to make her her pet. "Of course I won't hurt you. Instead, we can hurt other people together. We can even have delicious meals." She stood up. "When it comes to why I like you. It'd have to be because you have nice sharp claws. They look like they can make allot of people scream. Hehehe. Also, who cares about your past. This is the now. We gotta live it up. I'll take you out during the day and make you nice and pretty. At night we will go on a spree of blood and all the other wonders of life. Then I'll read you a story, a fabrication of our own pitiful reality right before you close your eyes for the night. It's going to be so awesome. Don't you think?" The girls answer is what Alexandra was waiting on. She wanted nothing more than to hear her say no or yes. Either way, she'd have her fun.
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Lucas looked around, sniffing the room. "I neither see nor smell traces of your brother right now. He must be out. It's late isn't it? Well whatever. He might be at the hospital still."

The boy turned to the girl with an uncaring, somewhat displeased look when she asked him about what she was going to help him with. He sighed and walked to the kitchen, taking another orange, and then proceeding to sit on the couch. "It seems a politician has gone missing. He might die if we don't find him and I'd rather not waste time explaining to you these things. Usually I wouldn't care, but look at this." He said pulling the picture from his pocket. "You see."

On the picture, a little boy could be shown getting a piggy back ride from his beloved father. They were both smiling and looked so happy.

"That's his son. If we can't manage to get him back, then he'll be an orphan. No mom and all of his relatives live outside the city. So I'm only going to ask again once. Do you wish to stay here, or, do you want to help me?"
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Aisla was busying herself building her own customized computer and she was listening to Mindless Self Indulgence from her Ipod when the muffled sound of the home phone rang, she slowly slipped her head set off her head, seeing as they wouldn't quit calling and slowly she sighed in annoyance, putting her tools down, unravel ling herself from wires before running down the stairs, jumpping over the last two steps and spun around smoothly as she picks up the phone, leaning against the wall. ''Hello, this is Aisla speaking.''
Thomas didn't hear word from Lucas in about an hour at this point. He scratched his chin and smoked a cigarette, unpatiently glancing at his phone. He decided give the boy a call on his house phone a call. Sitting back in his cars chair he listened as it rang.
"Hey. Lucas. Luke. Oh. This must not be him. Hahaha. Anyway. Have you seen him anywhere?" Thomas puffed out a circle of smoke.
Aisla listened to the awkward words and laughter on the other end of the phone and frowned, putting a hand to her hip. ''And who is asking? Because I for one don't recognize your voice a-and Lucas... the butt head tells me everything. I have a feeling a sharp punch to the face will be coming to him!'' She clenches her fist and her Scottish accent comes out more as she gets... louder and louder. ''I will punch him so hard I will knock teeth out!'' She smiled to herself and sighs in content. It was obvious she was full of fire. ''Then I will make him a nice hot-chocolate... Ooh sorry, who is this again?''
"What if I told you, I was his secret lover?" Thomas said, smirking to himself at the joke.
Aisla's eye brow twitched. ''Then I would say I hope you are the bitch.'' She cackled for a moment before going serious. ''Will you just tell me your name? Okay, okay, I am Aisla, his best friend and roommate. We live together. Now tell me who you are...''
"Hahaha. I see why Lucas hangs around you. I'm Thomas. Thomas Groove. I'm a city detective and Lucas is doing some work for me." The man said in his usual kind manner. He inhaled another puff of smoke and thought quickly about who he was talking too. "Hmm. He tells me you're the beta of the pack. Do you know where he is?"
Aisla listened about to make a remark on the fact that every time Lucas came home from work he smelt like smoke and she didn't like it but as Thomas spoke about her being the Beta she froze, her normal snarky and resortful nature dying down and she spoke with some reluctance as she clunged the phone tighter in nervousness. ''H-how... how do you... know that?'' She stopped talking, started to whimper, panicked breathes whisling down the phone line as she remember the night. She was not easy to scare in fact in many cases she invited death to the party but it was the fact that it was someone she cared dearly for that shook her world, reminded her that she was not completely immune to such primal fear. ''I... I need to go...'' She would be about to put the phone down..
"Wait." Thomas interupted, sitting up in his chair. "I know this because he told me. You don't have to worry. Listen, I know you care about him. Otherwise he wouldn't have bit you first, but you have to listen to me. If we don't find out his location then we can't stop him from going where I asked him to go."
Aisla stopped and kept the phone to her ear, listening intensely with a frown of concentration on her blue eyebrows, blinking once and a while she wanted to tell the man off for... knowing so much but that was no luxury she had at this moment. ''What do you mean 'stop him from going where you asked him to go'?''
"I asked Lucas to find someone for me. A congressman has gone missing and I believe that it's the cause of other wolves. You know what type I'm talking about. Anyway, there is a chance that he'd be able to save the man, but I don't believe it's a good idea anymore. A lot of dangerous ones will gather around there tonight. Believe me. I didn't know about it until I got off the phone with one of my resources. Anyway, I think we should group up and go looking for him."
Aisla was already pulling up skinny jeans, popping on socks and her decks with her leather jacket as Thomas spoke and she grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder then spoke with a sharpness. ''You stupid son of a bitch. Fenrir territory? Are you insane? He maybe an Alpha... no.. that makes it more dangerous! You should of never let him go alone! When I see you I will punch you in the face. Twice. Now, what the fuck are you? I will come right now.''
Finishing his cigarette and throwing it out of his window, Thomas started his car and began driving down the road. "You know, I did drop him off at home. You must've not heard him come in because you were sleep or something. Anyway, I'm right in front of the house. I'll drive and you sniff, 'kay?"
Aisla sighed. ''Great now we have a stalker, nice..'' She then hung up the phone and exited the house, locking it. She was all chain, buckle and leather and her hair was a striking blue, even her eyelashes were blue... She was tall for her age, about 5'11 exact. Slender with natural curves and toning and she was tanned. She stormed to the car, smelling the same cigarette stench and she went to Thomas' window and did as she told him... she punched him in the face, twice... At least she kept her promises. She glared at the man as she walked to the other side and got into the car, putting her backpack on her lap and putting the seatbelt on before looking at the man up and down. ''You sir, need to dress smarter.''
Thomas both laughed and rubbed his face. "Funny. That's what my ex used to tell me." He said. "Anyway, I see why Lucas likes you. Always thought you were more of his wife from the way he talks, but I guess not. Kids are weird." Thomas rolled down the windows as he drove off. "Back in my day, we didn't live with the opposite sex if they were just friends. Hey. Are you sniffing. That's why I'm letting the heat out you know."
Aisla's eye twitched. ''Call me a kid again and I will slap you the next.'' She then looked at him more softly. ''Lucas is not just a friend. He is my childhood friend. My parents took him in when his died. Been together ever since. My mother died of cancer... not too long ago before we moved out of the house into our own flat. Lucas helped me through... an alcohol dependency... Not my proudest moment but... me and my mother were close. I chose to move out so my father didn't need to see me so... weak. And that is why I am so mad at you.'' She looked forward and sighed. ''Of course I am sniffing him out, you not only reek of cigarettes but him... So I used you are a point of interest now... keep driving this way with you and call me Aisla, not kid.''
Sighing, Thomas nodded and smiled. "Sure thing Aisla. I don't think Lucas will think too much on it, but if you kids want to be happy, or at least, if you want the two of you to be happy you should think. Not many people have someone they can rely on. I think if you don't tell him he's important to you, he might just end up leaving. Just a hunch though. You don't have to mind my words. However, as I'm sure you've noticed, he's not the same person he was before he was bitten. A lot of alphas and even some of the lesser pack members usually are." Thomas stopped the car at a red light. It seemed he was remembering something from his past at the time. His eyes seemed to blankly stare forward.
Aisla's eyes softened if not saddened. ''I know... But I know him more that you and if I coo over him he will avoid me. Like he does with everyone. It is hard for me to watch but... I know he knows I care. I wouldn't nag him, support him or even come out with you if I didn't care. He knows this. You seem to think our bond is fragile. But I can assure you it is not, if it can survive through my violence in drink and tears from both sides I can tell you this. It won't break now.'' She looked to Thomas with a determined glint in her icy blue hues. ''So you can keep your concerns.'' She then smiled with warmth. ''And pass it to someone else that needs it because me and Lucas are fine, we will always be fine.'' She then looked forwards, closing her eyes. ''Now, turn left... it gets stronger there.''
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Kai sat in front of the door pacing back and forth. He wasn't sure how to approach his so called sister. In all honest, she frightened him. No, not because she was stronger. He had no clue of how strong she was to be honest, but her presence scared him to a point of no explanation. He walked up the stairs to the lesser bedrooms and knocked on the door next to his. "Excuse me." He said, walking inside. "Mother needs you and I to pick someone up. I'll be the only one leaving the car though. You'll be there for back up." He lowered his dominant tone. "If that's okay with you of course."