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 Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 5:39 pm
This was getting highly confusing. Wasn't the werewolf-vampire relationship full of death? Why was there hesitation? Even in the phrase 'my little pup' didn't clear things up in her slow acting mind. The female blood sucker ran off, and suddenly the notion clicked. Tasha gasped.
"You sick, sick, sick rotten bloodsucker!" She snarled out. The smell of the drugs the female was bringing back was all the confirmation she needed. She kicked madly, not caring now if the vampire's teeth cut into her skin. She'd rather be dead than a freaking pet. The very thought made her want to throw up. Clearly, this wasn't working. Stupid vampire muscles.
So she'd try one last thing, sucking in a deep breath, giving a second to hold off the gag from the vampire scents that went down her throat, and howled. The sound went off the walls of the alley and, hopefully, over to the city to the house where the pack was. Hopefully they'd hear it, and figure out who was missing once they started rallying everyone.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 8:50 pm
The moment that Tasha howled, the fade he had gifted Kassandra with for completing her task so quickly faded. He was glad he could trust his fellow vampire, but the situation was slowly slipping into more dangerous territory. The charming grin disappeared and his lips set into a solemn grimace. This was no time to be playing games, to be teasing and prodding the being in his arms, or trying to dazzle another into assistance. With a drawn face that made him very much resemble Rourke (or was it the other way around?).
Alastar endured the kicking, scolding himself for provoking her. It wasn't a dire issue- he had two lovers to feed off of to get it healed later. Still, it was an annoyance and showed him how his casual attitude could betray him at crucial moments. Here he was playing Crazy Eights and everyone else was playing War. The arm around her waist tightened in response, his fingers digging into her side to assure that she couldn't easily escape with his next movement. By the gods this had gone a lot easier in his mind than it did in practice. It was a mad idea, and she had every idea to be upset, but he simply underestimated both those considerations.
Dark eyes focused on the offered bag and the hand across her shoulders relented. Reaching forward he snatched it, digits curling around the plastic and quickly drawing his arm back to the werewolf. His visage was steely now, unflinching in its conviction of what he must do. It was swift, graceful, and cruel. Alastar ripped it and pressed it against her mouth with the opening right underneath her nostrils. Hopefully it would kill two birds with one stone. He'd block her breathing through her mouth, ceasing that incessant, loud howling and forcing her to breathe through her nose. That's all he needed. One small dose right up the nasal passage. It wouldn't knock her out, but merely subdue her and make her more agreeable. He could handle her now, even thrashing as she was, but moving her or doing this for long would be impossible.
Please, by the heavens, take it, Alastar thought, his face as uncaring and unwavering. Not even his strange eyes, that organ which was supposed to be the window to the soul, belied his true feelings. Now that Kassandra was here he only had one option if he was unable to kidnap her: fight to the death. No matter what had been hammered into him through the years, he had no desire to end another's life- even a werewolf. Take it!
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 5:56 pm
The night air hit William instantly as they stepped outside of the cafe. Sounds and smells his overly-perceptive ears and nose caught were both enticing and tragic. The muted scent of the undead was quickly set aside as he squeezed the soft hand of his wife that settled in the confines of his own. As she turned to him, the sight of her sparkling blue eyes that reminded him so greatly of the night time sky encrusted with diamond stars made it hard for William not to scoop her up in his arms and carry her away. In fact, it was that same set of sapphire eyes that allowed him to answer her question.
"There is a stream near the base of the mountains," he began with a smile, beginning to inch backwards in the direction of the woods, his eyes watching her; her eyes which were the muse of his idea, as he pulled her gently alongside him. "This stream is so clear and pure, it acts as a mirror to the sky above it. Like liquid stardust trickling through the trees," a pause between his poetic description was made as his hand loosened it's grasp and tickled her palm as they reached the edge of the trees, "Your eyes will only make the scene more beautiful."
Even now, the esteemed Alpha of the pack could see himself succumbing to those eyes, his mind already painting a picture of the moment. Only the real thing would satisfy him, though.
"Are you ready?" his smile practically glowed on his face as he backed into the trees, beckoningfor her to follow. And then he ran. Ran through the maze of trees, avoiding each one with ease and grace, his momentum only growing as the wind raced past him. This joy, this recognizable feeling of comfort and belonging rushed back to him as it did every night he ran came rushing back to him, and his adenaline heightened as he thought of the woman he loved enjoying such feelings as well.
Stop. A howl echoed against his ear drums. His feet that were in such a frenzied speed now stood plastered to the soft earth beneath his feet, and he turned his head back in the direction of which he came. Mere seconds and his feet were moving at break-neck speed once more, but this time back towards the city. If Artesia hadn't began to do the same, she surely would be soon; that howl was calling for help, calling for them. His earlier assumptions of the events that would happen during the next few nights were now vivid in his mind. 'It has started.'
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 8:34 pm
This is no white cross, it seems we're out of class...Artesia looked at William looking at her, and felt an urge to look away. His looks were so intense, she sometimes felt breathless. It was as if she was the pack newcomer again instead of the Alpha. Like they hadn't been together as long as they had.
He began to back up, almost teasing her with his knowledge and the fact that she'd have to wait and see. "Liquid stardust? That sounds like something my eyes could hardly compare to." It sounded too beautiful to be true. She silently followed him, drinking in not only his description of where they were going, but how rugged and wild he looked out here, looking up at him so only the night sky backed him. It was breathtaking, and she could so easily reach out and touch him. At least until he backed up. So he was going to make her chase him for it. Fine.
A smirk graced her lips. "Oh you know I'm ready." Then he took off. And she ran after him, feeling the wind caress her face and play with her hair. She relished every moment of it, as the leaves brushed her hands and the adrenaline heated her face and her limbs; she laughed in the pure abandon of it all.
Then her perfect night came crashing down around her. That wasn't in her thoughts though. The only thing that she actively thought about was the fact that one of her pack members was calling for help. Her feet were still moving, so she took advantage of that momentum and instead of passing the tree she'd almost run into, she rounded it and ran with the same speed back in the direction they had come. The howl had been cut off in the middle, so she now had to rely on her sense of orientation until she got close enough to smell something. Preferably just an emotion, like fear or anger. Just not blood. Please, not blood.We all are fragile, like statues made of sand...
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 12:40 pm
The slight pressure against her side turned into pain. Her howl turned into a yelp for all of a fraction of a second, then it was cut off entirely. She didn't breath, not with the drug right under her nose, but her face was turning blue from already exhausting her air supply earlier. Just about to bite his hand, (thank you higher forces for carrying over her fangs), she lost her control, and the stuff got into her system.
Almost immediatly everything dulled down. Tasha imagined this was what it felt like to be human again. The sounds around her dulled down, and she could no longer hear outside the alley way. Her kicking slowed, then stopped. And all of her tense muscles relaxed, she slumped in his grip. Thankfully, the pain in her side went away with her senses.
"You sunuma..." She mumbled, trailing off. It took too much effort to speak. She felt fully conscious, but as if a heavy black curtain was holding her down, but it wasn't crushing. Merely holding, and preventing her every movement. Oh the cussing out she was giving in her head... Then idle thoughts mulled their way through her head. Such as where her pie had ended up. Or when she'd find time to go to the bonfire. And other irrelevant thoughts to her current situation.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 2:17 pm
Kassandra hissed at the werewolf’s howl. “You little b***h,” she snarled when Alastar had covered Tasha’s mouth with the bag of drugs. If the situation was lighter she might have chuckled at the meaning of the curse word. She could not dwell on the cleverness of the word now though, maybe later. So instead, Kassandra walked closer to the girl so she could assist Alastar in moving the dog if need be. Looking up Kassandra’s eyes met Alastar’s but she did not look directly in to them. The feelings and thoughts that had sprouted about him confused her, and she was sure looking directly in to those beaut.. In to his eyes would further her confusion.
“How else can I be of assistance?” Kassandra asked him and then lowered her voice so that the dog could not hear. “And whatever it is you have planned, I suppose you should not dawdle. Rourke and Alette would like us to meet up with them.” Yes, the movie, how would she handle that? She would be with both men. Though of course she would have to keep herself under control with Rourke, especially in front of Alette, but what about Alastar?
She was still not sure how to take what she seemed to feel for him yet, but if she finally came to the decision to abolish her romantic thoughts about Rourke all together.. Well, she would have to do that anyway, Alette surely wouldn’t have Kassandra be in love with her husband. It just came down to the General then. Surely he would not return feelings for her as well. Not only was he a higher rank then her, but Alastar also probably had numerous lovers else where.
That made him sound like some sort of a whore.. Besides seeming to be like that though, it was really no secret that Alastar got blood from a few different people. Kassandra did the same thing after all. Now she sounded like a hypocrite. God, she had to stop thinking about her feelings. It was driving her crazy. Growling mentally Kassandra broke from her thoughts and focused on the task at hand.
Focus now, think later, she thought to herself. Kassandra quickly masked her face back to it’s focused state. She hoped Alastar had not noticed the confliction and frustration in her features but she had a feeling he had. She’d let herself think too hard about things. Don’t let her emotions show, that was one of her self rules.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 4:18 pm
"I should be able to take it from here," Alastar replied. As the werewolf slumped against him, unable to defend herself, there was an almost palpable change in his demeanor. The tense, drawn features relaxed into a lopsided, charismatic smile and muscles that were strained with anxiety fell slack. He was back to the vampire she knew (and perhaps secretly adored), no longer lapsing into the serious role of a General.
One arm moved down swept up under her legs, pulling the helpless female up into his arms. He had once thought of creatures like the one he held as monstrous beings, but the dead weight did not seem as malicious or ugly as he had been led to believe in his youth. He had never seen one that wasn't on their guard or attempting to rip his head off. It caused him to pause, questioning burgundy eyes boring down into hers.
Ah, right, Kassandra. "My brother and sister want me, eh? Oh.... right. Hmmmm. Well, I don't suppose I should show up with this lovely lady as my date, eh? Could you relay a message? Tell them that I had something come up and I'll meet them back at the manor later... and to be careful wandering around. I am sure the howl carried on the night air. I had best secure our hostage here before they are able to follow the scent and sound to this place. Be careful on your way and many thanks."
Another charming smile was thrown her way and a kiss placed on her cheek quickly. Now was not the time to dawdle, even if he'd much rather saunter back their residence. A quick bow of the head before he cradled Tasha to his chest protectively, for a moment forgetting that she was an enemy and not a comrade or innocent, and he had disappeared into the night. His retreating steps were light as he pushed his body's limits, trying to keep his pace quick while staying to the shadows and carrying extra weight. It was by no means easy- a burning sensation stretched up his legs as he forced them into a gait faster than typical even when he was empty-handed.
He had to hurry home before he was caught at a severe disadvantage... and so he could prepare for his sibling's inevitable berating.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 4:43 pm
 Rourke let his caution slip again as he watched Kassandra's retreating back. The young vampire appeared excited behind her nerves and discomfort, he was sure that she would come back with the Alastar. There was a fleeting moment of guilt for sending her after him bit that quickly passed, worst case scenario; Alastar would charm her to death. The women's exchange did not go unnoticed but he didn’t live healthily and in one piece this long by intervening with the fairer sex. Once Kassandra disappeared from sight, he turned slowly to his wife his smile twisting into a grin. “What was that about?” The grin grew as Rourke spoke, “I do believe was just witness to the Mistress showing her colors and laying down the law.” He brought Alette’s fingers to his lips, brushed a light kiss across the knuckles. He tugged her along, keeping to the shadows in the direction of the park, somewhat the way Kassandra had gone. The remainder of a good night stretched out ahead of them and with Alastar – mostly – off his mind he could fully concentrate on his wife, the comforting weight of her hand cradled in his, the quiet under the shuffling feet of humans. The howl pierced through his reverie, an ice pick lancing into his optimism. Their plans rained down around him, crystal splinters tinkling off the sidewalk as the howl ripped through the summer air. Rourke froze as it cut off suddenly taking what little peace he’d had with it. “s**t.” He was not a man prone to foul language but he thought the situation called for it. There were so many things wrong with this scene and the possibilities unfolded one after the other in his mind. The howl sounded close, definitely within city limits and that was the call of any normal dog. This is not how things were done. Belatedly he wondered if there were any wizards around, were things quickly coming to that? What the hell were those animals up to? He took off at a run, Alette would catch up. ---------------- Now playing: Various - Masqueradevia FoxyTunes
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 6:34 pm
Kassandra kept herself from glaring at the dog in Alastar’s arms. She hadn’t sorted out her feelings for the other vampire even remotely yet, but for the third time that night jealousy crept inside her. Why couldn’t she be the one in his arms? What a foolish question, but somewhere inside her it could very well be the truth. She wanted to be the one in his arms. Mentally shaking her head Kassandra listened in on what the General told her. The urge to slump her shoulders and sigh came up and she forcefully pushed them back.
The answer that came from him was to be expected. Of course he wouldn’t need her help, the dog was easily manageable now. He wasn’t going to come to the movies though, and that was something she had not expected. What was she going to do? There was hardly a chance that she would be able to make it through a movie with just Rourke and Alette. Also, who’s to say they would let her watch a movie with them without Alastar? It was then the words ‘be careful on your way and many thanks,’ reached her ears.
No sooner did she refocus on Alastar did the vampire kiss her on the cheek. It was a quick one, and probably meant nothing to him at all, but this time the school girl feelings erupted in her for the second time that night. Only this time it was caused by the other brother, and she realized in the back of her mind she enjoyed the feeling more then the first time. Her eyes followed Alastar until he was out of sight and then she allowed herself to backup and lean against the wall behind her. Closing her eyes Kassandra let out a breath that she had held as soon as Alastar had kissed her cheek. It was then that she formed the plan.
There was no doubt the howl was heard by pretty much everyone. Which probably meant that Kassandra was in for some sneaking home. She was not in the mood for a fight tonight, she just wanted to get home and begin sorting through her confused mind. But she couldn’t just go home, because Rourke and Alette would be waiting for her and the General, who would not be with her. Kassandra was also very curious and a little worried about Alastar. He was the one carrying the werewolf after all.
She hoped that her plan would work. Somehow she would have to go to Rourke and Alette, make something up about why Alastar wasn’t with her, and then turn back and follow the General’s trail. There were a few things that could go wrong. Either Rourke and Alette would hold her up, she would run into a werewolf, wizard, or hunter, because no doubt they heard the howl too, she would have to fight, or Alastar would be angry at her for following him. The latter wasn’t all bad, Kassandra was sure she could explain herself, so it was decided in her mind. The other risks were ones she was willing to take.
Sometimes she wished her curiosity and feelings would not get in the way. Wasn’t she supposed to be a tough and no emotion showing vampire? Well, she kind of had the tough part down. Groaning in frustration Kassandra pushed herself off the wall and worked up a good speed towards the direction she hoped Rourke and Alette would be. She couldn’t waste any time by walking.
A scent came to her and Kassandra immediately stopped. Someone was coming, and fast. It only took her about a second to realize that it was Rourke. He obviously heard the howling, Kassandra thought as she began to rehearse what she was going to say in her head. She pretty much thought she had it down so now she only had to wait, and Rourke would be in front of her in a matter of seconds.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 6:38 pm
Whoa. This drugs were really turning Tasha's brain upside down. Through her glazed, frosty blue eyes, she was fricken seeing sounds. How messed up is that? About as bad as the paint brushes that started painting the sky a hideous color of green. And that unicorn that just missed her captors head by inches. Yup, that settled it. This was the worst possible druggie trip she could possibly ever be on.
That and the fact she was being carried away by an enemy couldn't be held in her grasp. She was more enjoying the wind against her face. Running was always much more enjoyable when it was done in human form, and it kept grabbing her attention more than the peril she was currently in. In a tiny part of her mind, she kept telling herself to snap out of it. The other part snarled and told it to shut up.
Ah, the blissful ignorance this brought about! It was better than the viciousness that had been in her mind earlier!
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 12:35 pm
Cailee would have sent some sort of gesture to the exiting Merlin, but she was too focused on the expression on Devin's face. It was as if his eyes were empty, and Cailee wondered if anything was going on inside of that head of his. Her own face had an expression all of it's own; her eyebrows heightened in suspicion and her thin pink lips pursed to the side. To say the least, she was almost worried about the boy's mental stamina.
Cailee finally turned away from the dull spectacle as her new mentor spoke to her. "Sounds fine with me..." To be honest, Cailee didn't care too much about her training at the moment. She had been training all night; not to mention that she hadn't had any progress until the Merlin came her way. The little girl wasn't quite in the mood to be serious. The night was beckoning for mischief! How couldn't she succumb to that? She'd have to think up a plan first, though. "It doesn't matter, my parents know I'm training." All the better, more time to plan her rebellious scheme.
Fwoop! In the quickness that she had turned her head, Cailee could've sworn she heard her hair making a sound from the momentum; like a quick sword swung through the air. Maybe the sound was a bit exaggerated in her mind... Her jaw hung lowly as she watched in awe at the boy yelling and running way, waving his arms and all. The sight itself was enough to assure her suspiscions from earlier: Devin was truly out of his mind, insane. Thanks to the street lamps, she could see a small trail of water glistening in the boys direction. "Uh... Do we have to go after him?" she asked, still looking down the street, even though Devin was out of view. Then she turned towards Malcom, giving him a look that said 'What the heck did you do?'.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 1:19 pm
The streets were too quiet, the activity too scarce. Daniel loathed nights like this. He was trained for action, for extermination. What was a night without any sign of were-beasts to fight? It was too dull. His gray-blue eyes wandered the street ahead. A couple walked by hand in hand, though he paid no attention to their affairs or unloving stares, and he passed a bum sitting by his lonesome in an alleyway, chewing the remains of meat off sickly chicken wing bones. How ugly and cold the world had become. Of course, Daniel couldn't remember the years of his youth, all he could remember were the drills and his parents yelling orders to him as if he were a five-year old in boot camp. 'Face it, your life was and still is a hellish boot camp,' he told himself plainly. And he was right.
Acceptance, that's what he needed. Sure, he could think he had accepted the things that had happened during his lifetime, but if that were so, why wasn't he working at a normal human life? Why hasn't he stopped hunting? Daniel kept telling himself it was all he knew, but was that the truth? There had to be a time in his life that wasn't dedicated to the pure cause of killing werewolves, right? In the back of his mind he knew he hadn't accepted his parents' torture, or the fact that they were deceased, but what would he do? If only there was a way to bring it all out, maye then he could pursue his social, human nature.
Cocking his head he listened closely to the night around him. The atmosphere surrounding his body had thinned as a piercing howl broke the night's silence. 'Finally'.
Running, he listened for any other directional clues to where the howl had sounded from. Daniel was skilled enough at tracking to use the initial howl, but the fact that it was a call of distress could mean that he was not the only predator on the prowl, and the obvious possibility that the wolf wouldn't be a sitting duck just waiting for its enemies to find it. He couldn't let this one get away.
Around the corner and only a little ways to go, but a collision made him stop in his tracks. Daniel was itching to leave the being be and move on, but the speck of human inside his brain made him stop. If he was a normal passerby, he would've easily been mauled over from the speed this individual was running, but do to hisenhancements, he didn't budge a bit, though he did feel bad for the boy. Running into a densley-muscled Daniel might just have been the equivalent to running into a brick wall.
A hand reached out to help the boy up, and Daniel realized that there were spots of wetness on his clothes. Looking down at the boy, he could see small puddles of water around him, and a trail of water from the direction of which the boy had come from. Then it clicked. Could this be a wizard? Sure, Daniel had heard stories from his parents about the race, but never had he met one.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 4:40 pm
This is no white cross, it seems we're out of class..."See ya, sir," Malcolm replied before thinking, maybe he could get the kid to conjure up some water so he could wipe the chocolate off his neck. It was an interesting coincidence that he was staring at him. "Hey kid, could you wet this hanky for me? I had a little accident," he said, chuckling to himself at his own bad joke. Devin's vapid expression made Malcolm wonder if he'd been heard, though.
Then he saw the moment of recognition, because it happened the same way every time. He jumped a foot off the ground and started screaming about getting zapped, though Malcolm had never zapped anyone the whole time he'd been a wizard. At least any humans or wizards. He and Melanie were probably the only ones who didn't look surprised by the sudden flight. "Ooooh, looks like I got my request," and he shot out his handkerchief to the stream to catch a bit of the water before it succumbed to gravity. As he wiped the smudges, he yelled "Thank you!" in the direction Devin had gone.
"Do we go after him?"
"You are free to. No point in me going; he'll only run faster." After cleaning himself up, he noticed Cailee looking at him like he caused that. "What? I never zapped her." He folded the cloth and stuck it back in his shirt pocket. "So, now what?" Although Malcolm didn't want to chase Devin down, the girl had a point; someone should probably catch him. "What a waste of chocolate, though," he remarked, looking at the mostly-eaten bar on the ground. Then, "Did you hear that?"We all are fragile, like statues made of sand...
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 7:04 pm
Marco didn't have to wait for the howl to end before he was up out of the tree and charging down from the ground. He knew who the howl came from and what kind of a howl it was, instantly feeling guilty as if he caused it. Alastar was still roaming around and he wasn't crazy enough to take him so it had to be one of the lesser ranks, someone easy to sneak up on. Had he done the job he was suppose to do this probably could have been avoid. If he allowed a death to happen while he had the power to at least slow Alastar down he could never forgive himself. But why? Why would they take one of his kind hostage instead of finishing them off on the spot? The scent was clear and their was no blood as he followed were the sound was first set into the air. Would the fighting commence tonight before the new moon came about? Or was this one of Alastar's games that he usually played? Either way, Marco couldn't allow him to get away with it as long as he was capable of running.
He was no match for a vampire on his human legs but he was a close match on four legs. Marco gripped the collar of his shirt and gave it a firece yank, tearing it down the middle then throwing it off in the woods. He was already wearing semi ripped jeans and just finished them off by tearing them off as well, including his underwear in the mix. He felt the squeeze in his heart and the harden of his eyes as he felt a painful sensation take control of his body, having to slow to a steady walk. Bones shorten, new bone sprouted, and his body became itchy as thick black fur started growing from all parts of his body. His breathing became ragged but not faint as he felt a pressure build up around his jaw and nose, a small push followed by another. As they formed together in a long muzzle, spaces between his teeth began to fill with glistening white canine fangs. His ears no longer resembled that of a human, becoming pointed and furred at the top of his furred head. The last of it to come was his tail which grew long and thick with fur as Marco begun once more to chase after the scent that was now lingering strongly in his nostrals. He kept to the outskirts of town to make sure they didn't get out that way and he wouldn't be seen by humans, blasting forward with a burst of energy and anger towards the vampires.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 7:28 pm
Melanie nodded absently, a little annoyed, and for a couple reasons. First, she was on patrol duty, so she couldn't exactly just ditch Malcolm to deal with it himself. And if something happened, who was he supposed to call for help? But the Merlin had told her that he wanted her training to start right away, so the only alternative was that she took Cailee along with her on patrol. The obvious problem with that was she couldn't carry on a magical lesson outside, where anyone could see them. After a few moments of contemplative thought, she arrived at a decision.
Melanie looked down at her 'student' with a somewhat resigned expression. "You know what? Just tag along with us for now. I'm on patrol, so I'm not going to ditch Malcolm. And since we can't actually practice magic outside, you can see how exciting life is when you have full Wizard status." This last statement was done a little sarcastically, but she kept it to a minimum, at least.
Just then, recognition finally flashed across Devin's face and he started to scream about being zapped by the other Wizard. Though Melanie tried to keep from laughing, she couldn't help a little snicker or two. Or five. "Devin's fine, Cailee. He does this a lot around Malcolm, since they have opposing magical affinities. It makes Devin paranoid." It was the understatement of the millennium, to be honest, but she wasn't about to use all of the adjectives that she could have used to describe Devin's behaviors.
At the thought of Devin's behaviours, another much more awful thought occurred to her and Mel glanced over at Malcolm. One of her eyebrows was lifted slightly. "Maybe you should go see if he's okay. This is Devin we're talking about, after all. Who knows what trouble he could get into when he's afraid and running around randomly? What if he bumps into someone dangerous, or goes to a bad part of town? If something happens, he won't have the best judgement when it comes to getting himself out of it, which means he might use magic, which will lead to a hundred other problems..." The last word was dragged out a little bit, as if she was adding an 'etcetera' without actually voicing it.
"Did you hear that?"
Under normal circumstances, Mel would have probably been annoyed at the change of subject. Right then, though, she was hardly going to be bothered with something so trivial. "Yeah, I heard it. A werewolf is in trouble. It means Vampires are around, which can't possibly be good. It's close to the New Moon, I know, but I didn't think they'd try anything this soon." She chewed on her lip, torn between her job as a Warden and acting patrol 'officer' and her job as a teacher of a student who would not be able to protect herself if it came down to a fight.
Usually, it was wise to let the bloodsuckers and the mutts do whatever it is that they did and stay out of their internal struggles, or whatever. When people could get hurt, though, it was their job to intervene. She wasn't so sure about this time, and that was for a very simple reason. Werewolves sound different when they howl as a human and when they howl when they're in a wolf form. If it had been a normal wolf howl, she might have been a little more worried, but this one had howled while 'human.' That meant that a Vamp had probably jumped it. They wouldn't have freaked out over a human, let alone howl in front of one. If the Vampire had been after the Werewolf when it was in that form, then it was unlikely that other people would be harmed. The creature would be focused on what he was doing.
"We have to leave this one be. It isn't our issue." Werewolves could hardly be counted as innocent, it would be best if she left this one to the supernaturals. Besides, she had to watch over the kid for a little while, now. Recklessness wasn't in anyone's best interests.
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