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Amanda pouted. She couldn't tell if she was being baited or not. This was truly ridiculous... still...

Crocodile tears streamed down her cheeks and she sniffed. "So... I failed my father?" she almost told herself. "My first time.... I was... trusted on my own and I failed him" Amanda's performance was flawless as the images of thus failures flew threw her head though she was not out yet. Next was the tricky part.

The next sequence were performed so quickly that it was impossible to think that a human could do them, but everything seemed to move in slow motion.

Deftly she drew an overly large magnum revolver from her purse and spun it up to press the barrel against her left temple.
The sound of the hammer clicking back was almost identical to the sound she made with her tongue against her teeth.
The hammer dropped.

Two things happened at once. The recoil of the massive gun sent it spinning across the pier and dangerously close to the water though it barely stopped short. The right side of Amanda's head exploded.
There was very little blood to see as her body fell lifelessly in a shower of skull fragments and grey tissue, framed by tawny hair. Only when her young body impacted onto the cool pier did blood pool from the massive wound in her head as she lay there. A perfect corpse.

The first indication that something was wrong was the gurgling sound that came from her chest as air rushed back into her lungs. But then the dead girl rose from her position like a puppet on strings, which was clearly evident of supernatural forces working.

"I'm disappointed." she muttered through her partially intact lips. The massive hole in her head was fusing over; brain tissue reforming and filling in the mass she had just lost onto the pier; then the white of her skull grew in to shield the newly formed grey matter; veins and arteries snaked across the white dome like plant roots before muscle buried them; finally the skin appeared intact and the tawny blond hair burst from it to join the rest. "I really though you'd be more surprised."

Amanda spat a small stream of blood onto the pier and hugged her body tightly with a look on her face that sang of pleasure. "You have no idea how good that feels..." she mused, more to the night than to Olathe. "It's only the second time I've died, but still... coming back is the most amazing feeling any human could hope for."

Amanda rushed up and wrapped her arms around Olathe, rubbing against her and purring in a sensual manner as she was still trapped in her high. "But my father is no god..." she purred to the Lycan, pleasant scents pouring from her. "He is an angel..." Her fingers slowly reached up and ran down the other females face.

It was mainly the rush of bringing herself back to life but Amanda was thoroughly enjoying herself. Perhaps this dog girl was going to be more fun than she had initially thought, a pleasant notion. And yet purrs still pulled themselves out of her chest as her alabaster fingers wandered down the females neck and back.

"My father is comforting to all that embrace him..." she muttered into Olathe's ear. "We can all help you in any way you desire. Please..."

"That is so very simple." Amanda purred, continuing to rub against the Lycan. "He is interest in the Lycans. You would not be the first we have helped." Her tongue wandered around the girls ear as she purred. "And you seemed in dire straights... a girl that would be willing to accept the brand of magic we bring." At this point she wrapped her legs around Olathe and pressed their chests tightly together. "My father would be pleased if you accepted us."

"Oh you are such a nuisance." Amanda purred. "Quite honestly we don't need to help you but we choose to.... Perhaps you don't need to your mate back... But then again you may just be confused." The young girl pressed her forehead to the older girls and gazed into her amber eyes with her twisting green ones. "Just tell me. Are you willing to accept our aid?"

Amanda actually ducked and spun around Olathe's body to rest her breasts against her back. "You're going to listen to her?" she whispered so only Olathe could hear. "She doesn't know what you're going through."

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Olathe seemed to almost be off in another world, slowly sinking into the comfort that Amanda's offer gave her but a shrill and panicked voice soon brought her back to a degree of awareness. Her little sister was there and she was now fighting off the woman that'd decided to attach herself to Olathe for whatever reason. Olathe had began to withdraw into herself, not even into herself but into the lonliness that seemed to be the only thing that was there for her. Why was it her companion now in the stead of her husband? It was an illusion and all it did was make her realize just how lost she truly was without him. She seemed to be a blank shell at the moment, not really registering anything that was happening when she actually was, she was just processing it extremely slowly.

"No ..." she responded to Amanda as if in some sort of trance, speaking very slowly, "she doesn't know what lonliness or loss is ... She's never ... experienced it before ... Her family's always ... protected her from such harm ... Why ... ? Why couldn't they protect me as well? Was I not deserving of it?" She seemed to be somewhat off in her own world, babbling to herself and apparently feeling betrayed somehow though it was the lonliness that was creeping in on her and embracing her just as tightly as Amanda did now. Perhaps Amanda was lonliness personified, who knew ...